Obviously, Fang Pingjue had not been joking. He sent someone to investigate the matter that very night.
Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng returned to their house. Qiao Jiusheng told Fang Yusheng everything that had happened. After explaining all that, she asked him, âWhat should Qingqing do?â
Instead of answering her question, Fang Yusheng said, âAunt Jin, bring me the medicinal wine.â
He pressed Qiao Jiusheng onto the sofa again.
Aunt Jin brought over the medicinal wine, listened to Fang Yushengâs instructions, then returned to her room.
Fang Yusheng opened his eyes.
He saw the small bump on his wifeâs forehead, and his face turned cold. âIf anyone hits you in the future, will you hit them back?â
Qiao Jiusheng smiled and asked, âIf your father hits me?â
ââ¦â Fang Yusheng thought for a while and said, âThen run.â
Qiao Jiusheng burst out laughing. âYouâre so filial.â
Fang Yusheng said, âItâs not that Iâm filial, but rather, you canât beat him. Since you canât win, run. Donât suffer too much.â
âYour father will be sad to hear this.â
Fang Yusheng remained silent.
He rubbed her forehead for a long time, then pulled up her clothes. As he stared at the bruises on her waist. his eyes flashed with heartache, but there was more warmth. This was evidence that she protected him.
It was like a photo that could be used as memory.
âDoes it hurt?â Fang Yusheng rubbed her waist, and Qiao Jiusheng immediately grimaced.
âOf course, it hurts.â
Fang Yusheng suddenly asked again, âDid it hurt the first time we met?â
Qiao Jiusheng was momentarily stunned, then realized that he was referring to the two whips.
Her expression immediately darkened.
âDo you think it hurts? Even if it hit a pig, itâd still hurt, let alone me.â Qiao Jiusheng pointed at her waist and proudly said, âMy skin is fair and tender, so I canât take a beating.â
Fang Yusheng touched her skin and smiled.
âYes, itâs quite white. Like a pig.â A pigâs skin was indeed quite fair.
Qiao Jiusheng glared at him.
Fang Yusheng knew when to stop. He massaged her waist and thought of the question she had asked. âIf that man is of equal social status, then Qingqing will most likely marry him. If heâs a poor lad, Iâm afraidâ¦â
Fang Yushengâs words were very conservative, but Qiao Jiusheng was also a lady from a wealthy family. Therefore, she naturally understood what he meant.
If the childâs father was a boy of equal social status, Fang Pingjue would definitely let his daughter and that boy get married no matter what. Even if the boy was young, they would get engaged. However, if he was a poor boy, Fang Pingjue would probably not let him off easy.
Qiao Jiusheng added, âIâm quite worried about Qingqing.â
Fang Yusheng did not say anything. He was actually a little worried about Fang Yuqing too.
This matter had suddenly been exposed in front of everyone. No one knew if Fang Yuqing could withstand it.
***
The next day, Jiang Wei took a car to the school. Just as he got out of the car, he saw Fang Yuâan leaning against the locust tree at the school entrance. Jiang Wei was on good terms with Fang Yuâan. He walked over and asked him, âBrother An, are you not going to class today?â
Fang Yuâan was in university. So him coming to the middle school entrance meant something was going on.
Fang Yuâan looked worried. He gazed at Jiang Wei and asked, âJiang Wei, are we brothers?â
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âThen, you have to honestly tell me something.â
Jiang Weiâs expression turned serious. âAsk away.â
âWhoâs Qingqingâs boyfriend?â
Jiang Wei was stunned.
He did not expect Fang Yuâan to ask this question.
However, he still told him everything he knew. âFrom what I know, Qingqing and her boyfriend have already broken up.â
âWho is that fellow?â Fang Yuâanâs tone was ruthless.
Jiang Wei realized that something was wrong and asked, âDid something happen?â