Fan Manor was now divided into two residences, one front and one back. The courtyard was luxurious, and the house was spacious. There were three study rooms, and the one where the scream had come from was on the west side, next to the garden. It was the least guarded of the three, and it was also the one the servants were closest to. The sudden scream, like that of a pig being slaughtered, shocked everyone in the garden.
After Fan Sizhe's scream, two women's screams immediately rang out in the study room. Fan Ruoruo and Lin Wan 'er's faces lost all color. They stepped forward and grabbed Fan Xian's arm, afraid that their husband (or brother) would get angry and kick Fan Sizhe to death.
In the eyes of these two women, Fan Xian had always been a gentle, refined, mature, and steady young man. Even though there were times when he was unhappy, he had never shown such a violent side. Seeing the frost on Fan Xian's face, the two women couldn't help but shiver. They didn't know what Fan Sizhe had done to make him so angry, but they still held on to Fan Xian's arm, not letting him step forward.
After Fan Sizhe had been dragged back to Fan Manor by Teng Zijing, he was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof. With great difficulty, he finally found an empty spot. He begged Sisi, who was passing by the study room, to secretly send a message to his sister-in-law and sister, asking them to come quickly.
Fan Ruoruo and Lin Wan 'er didn't know what had happened. After entering the study room, they heard Fan Sizhe's cries for help, and even joked with him a little. Now, seeing Fan Xian's vicious kick to the heart, they knew that things had gotten out of hand. Their faces paled, and they looked at Fan Xian's angry face with a hint of fear.
"Let go!" The words that came out of Fan Xian's mouth seemed to have been soaked in ice for an entire night. They were cold and carried with them a cold wind. "Father already knows of this matter. No one can stop me. I won't beat him to death …"
Fan Sizhe lay on the ground, pretending to be dead. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that his brother's expression was calm, and that he wouldn't kill him. He let out a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, Fan Xian continued coldly, "... I'm going to cripple him!"
As he spoke, he easily extricated himself from the two girls' tight grip. In his anger, he didn't have time to find the family rules. He directly grabbed the teacup on the desk and threw it at Fan Sizhe's face. With a loud crash, the teacup smashed right next to Fan Sizhe's head!
Hot tea and broken porcelain splattered everywhere. Fan Sizhe cried out in pain as his face was scratched with blood. He no longer dared to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. He jumped up and hid behind Wan'er, crying and howling, "Sister-in-law … Brother wants to kill me! Help! "
Lin Wan'er looked at the blood on her brother-in-law's face and jumped in fright. She quickly shielded him behind her and blocked the angry Fan Xian in front of her. She hurriedly said, "What happened? What was going on? ... Can't we talk things out? "
Fan Xian looked at Fan Sizhe's sorry state, hiding behind Wan'er, but he didn't soften at all. Thinking of all the dirty things Fan Sizhe had done, he became even angrier. He pointed at him and scolded, "Ask him what he did."
Fan Sizhe was about to open his mouth to explain, but he felt a sweetness in his chest. He almost spat out blood. He knew how hard his brother's kick had been, and for a moment, he was scared half to death. He didn't know if he was going to die like that. In his terror, he gathered his courage and jumped up. He screamed, "I just opened a brothel! Is there a need to be so desperate? ... Sister-in-law … I can't live … ah! "
After letting out a blood-curdling scream, Fan Sizhe fell to the ground. Wan'er and Ruoruo were shocked. They quickly squatted down, rubbed their chests, and pinched their nostrils.
By this time, Fan Xian had already vented some of his anger. Seeing that the kid was pretending to be dead, he was so angry that he laughed. He then looked at the open door of the study. There were servants in the garden watching from afar. He closed the door behind him and said expressionlessly, "That kick didn't kill you. Get up."
Fan Sizhe saw that he was going to be ruthless, so he didn't dare to get up. He could only hide behind his sister-in-law and sister, hoping to stall until his mother arrived.
Fan Xian had already sat behind the desk. His face was expressionless, but no one knew what he was thinking. Ruoruo carefully handed him a cup of tea. She asked quietly, "What brothel?"
Fan Xian slowly sipped the tea in his cup. He closed his eyes and coldly said, "A brothel."
Wan'er and Ruoruo were shocked again. The two girls had been scared a lot today. But compared to Fan Xian's kick to the heart, Fan Sizhe's brothel was a bit absurd, but it didn't bother them too much. In the capital, most of the children of the rich and powerful had some secret business dealings. Although it wasn't very glamorous, and Fan Sizhe … he was young, but … did he really have to be this angry?
Fan Xian coldly laughed. He pulled out the Overwatch Council's investigation of the Bao Yue brothel. He threw it to his sister.
Fan Ruoruo's face was full of confusion. She took it and looked at it. The file was not very long, but it clearly stated the history of the Bao Yue brothel. The evidence was clear, and there was no way to explain it. It took her a while to finish reading it.
Her hair was a mess, and a few strands of hair fell across her forehead. It covered her face and eyes, and it was impossible to see her reaction or expression. But gradually, Ruoruo's breathing became heavy. It was clear that she was angry and sad. Her lower lip sank into her mouth, and it looked like she was gritting her teeth.
Lin Wan'er watched this scene with curiosity. She wanted to know what was written on the file, and she wanted to go next to her sister-in-law to look at it. But she was afraid that Fan Xian would take advantage of her absence and beat Fan Sizhe to death. So she didn't dare move.
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Fan Ruoruo slowly raised her head. Her face was calm, but the coldness between her eyebrows was very heavy. Her calm eyes were now filled with anger. She looked at Fan Sizhe, who was hiding behind her sister-in-law and pretending to be dead. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Did you do all of this?"
The tone of her question was calm, but underneath the calm surface, there was an undercurrent that made everyone in the room feel uneasy. Fan Sizhe had been raised by his sister since he was a child. Compared to her, he was more afraid of this seemingly weak sister. He was also closer to Ruoruo. Subconsciously, he slowly sat up and explained in a trembling voice, "Sister, what is it?"
Fan Ruoruo's face was full of sadness and disappointment. She wondered how her brother had become like this. Tears began to well up in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and threw the file at Fan Sizhe. It landed right on Fan Sizhe's face and said, "Look at it yourself!"
Fan Sizhe looked at his brother, who was sitting calmly, and then looked at his sister-in-law. He picked up the file and continued to read. The more he read, the worse his face became. Brother knew what the Bao Yue brothel had done!
At this time, Fan Xian squinted his eyes and slowly stood up from his chair.
Fan Sizhe screamed and jumped up. He waved his hands and was scared to death. He tried to explain, "Brother! I didn't do this! Don't hit me anymore! "
Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at his brother. He coldly said, "Murder, arson, and forcing a girl to be a prostitute. If you were the one who did this, I would have kicked you to death! But who are you? You are the owner of the Bao Yue brothel. Without your approval, would those bastards dare to do these things? "
Fan Sizhe's voice was trembling, and he said, "Some of these things were done by my brother. It had nothing to do with me."
"Fan Sizhe, Fan Sizhe." Fan Xian coldly laughed and said, "Ruoruo said you were like a pig, and she was right. Do you think you can wash yourself clean like this? I've really underestimated you. You've actually become the leader of the small tyrants in the capital. You're really capable! "
You are so capable.
Fan Sizhe's heart grew colder and colder. Although he was young, his mind was sharp and ruthless. He knew that his brother wouldn't listen to his explanation, so he felt more and more wronged. With a long face, he howled, "It really has nothing to do with me!"
Right at this moment, he saw another scene that made his soul jump out of his body.
Ruoruo's face was calm. She pulled out a stick that was no longer than an arm and handed it to Fan Xian.
The first time Fan Xian came to the capital, Ruoruo used a ruler to strike Fan Sizhe's palm. The ruler … was the Fan family's small family rule. What was the big family rule?
It was a stick.
It was a stick with thick thorns wrapped around it.
It was a terrifying rod that could split open the flesh of the person being tortured with a single strike.
In the entire Fan manor, there was only one person who was lucky enough to experience the big family rule. That person was once Count Sinan's most favored follower. He used the power of the Fan manor and Fan Jian's favor to cause trouble in the Ministry of Revenue. In the end, he was beaten down by Fan Jian with a stick. Now, he was living in a manor outside the city. His leg was broken, and he was miserable.
When Fan Sizhe was educated as a child, he had seen the man's miserable state. Now, seeing Fan Xian weighing the "big family rule" in his hand, he was scared silly. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't say anything.
Fan Xian walked out and coldly said to his wife and Ruoruo, "I am responsible for this. You two cannot escape responsibility."
Wan 'er silently retreated to the side and stood next to Ruoruo.
Fan Sizhe saw the stick coming closer and closer to him. In his terror, he stirred up the fierceness in his bones. He jumped up and pointed at Fan Xian's face. "Sister-in-law, sister, don't listen to him … brother … no! Fan Xian, don't act like a saint. What's wrong with me running a brothel? What's wrong with me being a tyrant? Who in the capital doesn't do the same? Why do you have to hit me? You think I don't know what you're thinking? It's just that you and the second prince don't get along, and I've dragged you in. You've lost face. So what? You want to take it out on me? You want to beat me to death? "
Fan Sizhe cried loudly. "Beat me to death if you have the guts! What kind of brother are you? When I was doing business, how could I have known that you would fall out with the second prince? What does that have to do with me? You never told me! If you have the guts, then go beat up the third prince. You only know how to bully someone like me, who doesn't have a mother or father to care for him … What kind of guts are you? Aren't you the commissioner of the Overwatch Council? Go catch the capital's magistrate and beat up the third prince in the palace! Go! Go! "
There was a light slap. Fan Sizhe's face had been slapped, which wasn't very loud. He woke up and looked at Fan Xian, who was getting closer and closer.
After Fan Xian heard this nonsense, he was angry. Although he didn't show it on his face, the veins on his forehead were starting to show. In the twenty years since he was reborn, this was the first time he had been so angry. Most importantly, he had truly thought of Fan Sizhe as a brother. Who knew that he would do something like this and speak so eloquently?
"You shut up!" He finally couldn't help but curse. "If you want to do business, I'll let you do it. If you don't do evil, why would others dare to threaten me? Even if they did, am I the kind of person who would be threatened? I want to punish you today, not for anything else, but because you deserve it! This has nothing to do with the second prince in the palace, and it has nothing to do with the third prince. Fan Sizhe, you need to understand that this is your business! "
Fan Xian was both sad and angry. "You are so young, yet you act so ruthlessly. If I don't punish you, who knows what kind of trouble you will bring to father? I have expectations for you, so I won't allow you to continue down this path. "
"Who cares about the second prince and the third prince? I am angry at you, and I hate you. They are not my brothers, you are my brother! " He stared into his brother's eyes and said coldly, "I have investigated clearly. Fortunately, you were not personally involved in those matters, so you can still be saved. Since you have gone down the wrong path, I will use my stick to help you correct it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the stick came down.
Under the Great Discipline, Fan Sizhe's trousers were torn, and blood flowed everywhere. Finally, he let out a heart-wrenching howl. The sound quickly spread throughout the Fan manor, startling the servants and maids in the garden, as well as Teng Zijing and Deng Zi Yue's subordinates. It also frightened the children of the Fan and Liu families who were waiting in the garden. Naturally, it also made some people feel incomparably distressed.
The screams of the second young master of the Fan family reverberated throughout the garden. The sound was so shrill that no one could bear to hear it. Earlier, it had been accompanied by Fan Sizhe's fierce resistance. Later, it became a cry for mercy. Then, it became a pitiful cry for help. Finally, the voice gradually became softer. Amidst the weak cries, one could hear the fourteen year old calling for his mother.
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"Master! Sizhe's really going to be beaten to death! " Liu Shi knelt in front of Minister Fan, her face streaked with tears, and hugged his legs. "Go and talk to Fan Xian and make him stop. This is enough of a lesson. What if he really dies?"
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