As Gong Chen cracked his whip, snowflakes sprinkled down through the night sky.
There was a whimper, as if someone was in sorrow, in the instant the snowflakes swirled in the air.
Lin Zhiyi collapsed to the ground upon hearing it, blood seeping from her back and staining her sweater red.
A moment of numbness, as if physically extracting her senses from her body, left her breathless.
Only when she felt suffocated did the pain begin to shudder through her entire body.
The flesh on her back felt as if it were being torn apart by someone, hurting so much she could only lie face down on the ground, clenching a handful of snow.
Even so, she did not cry or beg for mercy.
Slowly, she moved her arms, slowly pushing herself up.
"One," her lips trembled as she counted, "continue."
Her voice carried defiance and stubbornness, shocking even those in the Gong Family who usually looked down on her.
Few men in the Gong Family could endure their family discipline, let alone a delicate woman like her.
These people had all been waiting to see the joke of Lin Zhiyi kneeling and begging for mercy.
After all, Lin Zhiyi was already like a joke in the Gong Family.
But now, no one could laugh.
Lin Zhiyi was truly stubborn!
However, what shocked people most was Gong Chen’s ruthlessness.
With one lash, skin burst open and flesh split.
He and Lin Zhiyi had shared a brief intimacy, and although it was long past, the Gong Family could not help but speculate in private.
It seemed their relationship was nothing beyond that.
Yet, unnoticed by others, amidst the falling snow, Gong Chen’s eyelashes collected snow, his eyes bloodshot underneath.
As he raised his whip again, Shi Yan rushed back and pushed Gong Chen aside, shielding Lin Zhiyi with his body and snapping angrily, "What are you doing? Am I dead? Do you need to discipline my daughter for me?"
Old Mr. Gong chastised discontentedly, "What do you mean, your daughter? She bears the surname Lin!"
Shi Yan looked up at Old Mr. Gong, retorting coldly, "So, dad knows she’s a Lin, then what right do you have to treat her like this?"
"You..."
Old Mr. Gong looked displeased at Shi Yan.
Shi Yan helped Lin Zhiyi up, his gaze sweeping angrily over the crowd: "If you don’t regard me as part of the Gong Family, then you might as well beat me too, then I can take my wife and children and leave."
"You insolent thing! What are you saying?" Old Mr. Gong bellowed.
"Dad, I’m just a useless person who can’t even protect his own wife and children, it’s better if I leave!"
Shi Yan emphasized the word "children," as self-mockery, and also a challenge to his father.
He had once had a child!
Old Mr. Gong’s guilt swelled, subconsciously clenching his fist.
Seeing this, Shi Yan’s eyes misted over, his expression ashen.
As the angry words were about to spill from his lips, Lin Zhiyi grasped his hand.
She whispered weakly, "Uncle..." don’t.
He and Liu He still had to live, they couldn’t afford to shatter that last bit of pretense.
Shi Yan looked at Lin Zhiyi with pity, whispering softly, "Zhiyi, don’t be afraid, uncle will take you to the hospital."
Listening to his voice, tender like a father’s, Lin Zhiyi’s eyes moistened.
She nodded, then shook her head, "No... there are still nine lashes to go."
Shi Yan swept her into his arms, his gaze scanning those assembled, finally landing on Old Mr. Gong.
"Dad, don’t forget you already publically disowned Zhiyi from the Gong Family, and if she is to repay any debt, it should be me to decide, this lash settles all."
Old Mr. Gong pursed his lips.
Seeing this, Wen Qing couldn’t stay put any longer, his eyes flickering with a trace of hatred.
"Second Young Master, Lin Zhiyi was at fault first, and she voluntarily agreed to accept the family discipline to completely break with the Gong Family."
"President Wen, let me remind you, if it’s a family affair, then it’s none of your business, this isn’t your place to dictate!" Shi Yan answered sharply.
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