Courtyard House: Jia Zhangshi! How dare you hit my sister?

Upon hearing Qin Huai'an's words, Bang Geng was not afraid at all. Instead, he stiffened his neck, his small face revealing a rascal-like demeanor that was beyond his years, and he shrieked:

"You dare hit me? Try touching me!"

"I'll get my grandma to come and scratch you to death! I'll get my dad to beat you to a pulp!"

Qin Huai'an didn't rush to make a move. He first glanced at Qin Huairu beside him, his eyes conveying a clear meaning:

Don't interfere in this matter.

Qin Huairu watched as her younger brother was about to pack up the stick, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something to persuade him, "The child is still young."

But then she remembered the humiliation she had suffered in the Jia family, and how Banggeng was now spoiled and didn't recognize his own family, ordering her around even when she was his own mother. So she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

The pent-up resentment and injustice she had been suppressing for so long subtly gained the upper hand at this moment.

She silently turned her head away, letting Qin Huai'an do as he pleased.

Qin Huai'an took two steps forward, stretched out his big hand, and lifted the stick from the ground like picking up a chick.

"ah--!"

"Let go of me! You bastard! You country bumpkin! How dare you touch me! I'll have my grandma report you to the police station!"

The stick suddenly flew into the air, startling him so much that he screamed and flailed his arms and legs wildly, cursing and swearing, all of which were vulgarities he had learned from Jia Zhangshi.

Qin Huai'an ignored him and carried him to the whitewashed wall of the ward with one hand.

Bang Geng was only five years old and small. With Qin Huai'an holding him up by the back with one hand, his face was pressed against the cold, rough wall, and he couldn't move.

Qin Huai'an deftly unbuckled his military belt with his other hand, the brown buckle gleaming coldly in the dimly lit ward.

"Nobody taught you, right?"

"Today I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

Qin Huai'an's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable coldness and hardness:

"First lesson: I'll teach you what filial piety is! That's your mother, not your servant!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp "snap" rang out as the belt lashed solidly across the buttocks of the man wearing thin cotton pants.

The blow was ruthless and precise, and a searing pain exploded instantly.

"ah--!"

"It hurts so much!!"

"Mom! Mom, help me!"

Caught off guard, Banggeng let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

He simply couldn't believe that this "poor relative" actually dared to hit him!

And it hurts so much!

"Secondly, I'll teach you to watch your mouth! Who taught you to spew such filth?"

"Snapped!"

"The third one, to teach you a lesson: not everyone in this world will fucking indulge you!"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch! My God! That hurts! Murder!"

Banggeng cried so hard that snot and tears covered the wall, and his buttocks burned with pain. He had never suffered like this before.

All his previous arrogance was quickly shattered by this real and merciless pain.

Instead, he was gripped by a strange, chilling fear.

Qin Huai'an showed no sign of stopping, his belt whistling through the air as he whipped the fabric fast and hard, each strike accompanied by a chilling rebuke:

"pain?"

"Remember the pain!"

"This is for your mom!"

"Snapped!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of the belt falling and the screams of the baton echoed in the small ward.

Qin Huairu initially tried to resist watching, but hearing her son's distorted cries, she finally couldn't sit still any longer, her heart still bound to her son.

No matter how awful Bang Geng is, he's still a piece of her flesh!

In this respect, Qin Huairu is indeed soft-hearted, showing almost blind tolerance and indulgence towards her relatives.

Her lips trembled, but she finally spoke in a trembling voice:

"Huai'an...that's about right..."

"He's still young and doesn't understand... no matter what, he's still a child..."

Qin Huai'an turned his head, looking at his sister's face, which was full of reluctance and anxiety, his tone unwavering:

"Sister! I'm not trying to be mean, but only children need to be spanked."

"If we don't discipline him now, he'll grow up crooked, and instead of a belt, he'll be waiting for jail food and bullets!"

"Your soft-heartedness today is hurting him!"

"Listen to me on this, don't worry about it."

After saying that, before Qin Huairu could persuade him again, "Slap! Slap!" came several more blows, the force of which was not diminished at all.

Banggeng felt like his buttocks were no longer his own; he was in pain and scared, and finally began to beg for mercy incoherently, but his words still carried a habitual threat:

"Waaah... Stop hitting me!"

"You...you country bumpkin!"

"If you dare lay a hand on me again, I'll get my dad and my uncle to arrest you!"

"You still dare to call for reinforcements?"

Qin Huai'an's eyes sharpened, and he slapped the ball harder:

"Looks like you're not feeling any pain! I'm going to beat you up today, you stinking bones!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"Whoa—!!!"

The stick-like creature finally broke down completely.

That bit of bravado and shrewishness he'd picked up from Jia Zhangshi was completely gone.

His eyes gradually became clearer!

The sheer pain and fear left him with no thoughts of resistance or cursing, only howling and begging for mercy.

He had only one thought in his mind right now:

This uncle is terrifying!

He's really willing to beat someone to death!

"Uncle! Uncle, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"I'll never do it again!"

"Mom! Mom, tell Uncle to stop hitting me! It hurts so much! I'll be good! I'll be good!"

Qin Huairu's heart ached at the sight, and she couldn't help but plead for mercy again:

"Huai'an! Be gentle! He... he still calls you uncle, he's your nephew!"

Qin Huai'an sighed, paused for a moment, looked at Qin Huairu, and said in a resolute tone:

"Sis, don't you understand yet?"

"His bad habits are all because he's been spoiled!"

"The more you hesitate to part with him, the more lawless he becomes!"

"As the old saying goes, spoiling a child is like killing him! If I don't straighten out his crooked ways today, you'll regret it later!"

He pointed to the still sobbing stick:

"See, isn't this more effective than lecturing him a hundred times over?"

"If you don't hit him hard enough, will he know what it means to be wrong? What it means to be afraid?"

Looking at her son's tear-reddened face and his eyes, which held only fear and pleading when he looked at Qin Huai'an, Qin Huairu felt a mix of emotions. She felt heartache, and vaguely thought that her younger brother might have a point, but she still couldn't help but say:

"That's true... but you went too far. What if you hurt him?"

"If it gets badly injured, seek medical attention!"

Qin Huai'an spoke without hesitation:

"Just hit the fleshy part of the buttocks, it won't kill you!"

"Isn't this right here in the clinic? The doctor's right outside, it's ready!"

After saying that, he raised his belt again, his voice icy:

"This beating today will be etched into my bones!"

"From now on, how will you behave and speak to your mother?"

"Snapped!"

"Got it?!"

"I...I remember! Uncle! I remember!" Banggeng cried out.

"Snapped!"

"Are you convinced?"

"I'm convinced! I'm convinced! Uncle, I'm convinced! I'm truly convinced!"

Bang Geng was truly "submitting" at this moment, a complete surrender stemming from physical pain and psychological crushing.

"..."

In fact, Qin Huai'an knew very well that he could find a way to persuade his sister to completely cut ties with people like Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu.

But Banggeng is different; he is Qin Huairu's biological son, and it's unrealistic for his sister to completely abandon him.

Qin Huai'an himself didn't have a good impression of the "sticky joke," and even felt a bit disgusted by it.

But thinking about it calmly, this kid is only five years old. Although he has been led astray by Jia Zhangshi, he is still a child at heart.

If they are properly disciplined and their bad habits are eradicated, they may well be able to get back on the right path in the future.

Since we can't change Qin Huairu's soft heart and attachment to her son, let's just beat this brat into submission!

I'm terrified!

He was beaten so badly that he developed a conditioned reflex—from then on, he dared not be disrespectful to Qin Huairu, and when he saw Qin Huai'an, he felt a chill run down his spine!

He struck the stick three more times, and seeing that Bang Geng's voice was hoarse from crying, his body was limp as mud, his eyes were unfocused, and only instinctive fear and convulsions remained, Qin Huai'an stopped and put the stick back on the ground.

"Tell me! What did you do wrong?"

Banggeng was completely dazed. He could barely avoid slipping to the ground by leaning against the wall. His face was covered in snot and tears, mixed with wall dust, making him an filthy mess.

"Waaah... I... I was wrong... I shouldn't have yelled at Mom... I shouldn't have sworn at Grandma... I shouldn't have been so rude..."

He was truly beaten into submission and terrified, inside and out.

He now looks at Qin Huai'an not like he looks at his uncle, but like he looks at a ferocious god who could tear him apart at any moment.

Every inch of pain in his buttocks reminded him:

This person is absolutely not to be messed with! We must listen to what he says!

Qin Huai'an looked down at Bang Geng and said sternly:

"What should we do next?"

"From now on, I'll be obedient... I'll listen to Mom... I'll listen to Uncle..."

"I won't do it again... I'll never do it again..."