The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 828: He’ll Die If This Keeps Up (Part 1)

Chapter 828: Chapter 828: He’ll Die If This Keeps Up (Part 1)

Jiang Hai’s face was ashen, the suspicions in his heart nearly confirmed.

He struggled to restrain his anger; this was the first time Jiang Yisheng had seen his father so uncontrollably furious. From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Hai had almost never lost his temper with him, which made it clear that this time, he was truly enraged.

After over ten minutes of argument in the room, Jiang Hai, though having regained his composure from his fury, showed a definite air of disappointed bitterness.

"You! Come with me to the ancestral hall."

After speaking, he strode out of the study, passing by Veya without explaining the reason.

"What’s going on here?" Veya asked, puzzled, as she walked up to Jiang Yisheng.

Jiang Yisheng shook his head and walked out without saying a word.

In an instant, the study was left with only Veya.

She blinked, bewildered.

What was happening between the father and son?

Recalling Jiang Hai’s words just now, she suddenly froze.

The ancestral hall?

What were they going there for?

Sensing trouble, Veya quickly chased after them.

When she reached the living room, they were nowhere in sight.

She turned to the servant next to her and asked urgently, "Did you see where the master and the young master went?"

"They went outside, I think they headed towards the ancestral hall," the servant replied.

Oh no.

Veya’s face turned pale with anxiety, and she hurriedly ran out.

Over the many years, Jiang Yisheng had rarely become angry, especially not like just now. Clearly, there was discord between father and son.

The small courtyard to the south was the Jiang Family’s ancestral hall, and considered a forbidden place. Normally, aside from essential cleaning, no one but the Jiang matriarch and a few others were allowed near it.

The large ancestral hall was dimly lit, the faint aroma of incense and lamp oil wafting in the air.

A cold voice suddenly broke the silence, accompanied by a thunderous rage.

"Kneel down."

Without kneeling on the cushion, Jiang Yisheng’s knees hit the floor directly, his posture upright.

On the table not far away, a disciplinary ruler about two feet long gleamed coldly, the surface engraved with the character "Jiang," outlined in red ink.

Jiang Hai reached out to pick up the ruler, and slowly walked over.

He finally stopped beside Jiang Yisheng.

He lowered his gaze at him, face stern, "I’ll ask you one last time, are you giving up?"

Without looking up, Jiang Yisheng could already imagine his father’s angry and disappointed look.

He pressed his lips tightly and lightly shook his head.

Jiang Hai felt suffocated with anger and stepped back.

He slowly closed his eyes, concealing the last bit of softness in his heart, and when he opened them again, his gaze was resolute.

Hardening his heart, he raised the disciplinary ruler and struck down heavily on his son’s back.

"Smack—"

Jiang Yisheng’s figure swayed, nearly collapsing, but he supported himself with his hands and straightened his back again.

Meeting his son’s defiant eyes, Jiang Hai was both furious and annoyed, raising the ruler again.

Each strike was heavier than the last.

Cold sweat continually slid down his forehead, and bright red blood gradually seeped through the white shirt.

"Cough, cough."

Jiang Yisheng pressed his hand to the ground, at the corner of his lips, the hint of blood trickling.

"Asheng."

Veya rushed into the ancestral hall, seeing Jiang Yisheng beaten almost to death, terrified out of her wits.

She ran over, blocking the ruler Jiang Hai was about to swing again, speaking urgently, "Ahai, are you crazy? What happened? How can you punish him so severely with the disciplinary ruler?"

Asheng has been frail since childhood, if you keep hitting him like this, it’ll end his life.

"Veya, don’t worry about this matter." Jiang Hai looked at her, his expression easing slightly.

This matter cannot be delayed; it must be resolved promptly.

Veya furrowed her brow, tightly gripping the ruler in his hand, seeing the bloodstain on it, her heart ached even more for her son.

"How can you tell me not to worry? He’s my only son, you’re about to kill him."

"Mom, don’t worry about this matter."

A weak voice sounded, tinged with stubbornness.

Jiang Yisheng shook his head slightly, bearing the pain in his back, supporting himself with his hand to slowly stand up, "I’m really okay."

Veya looked down at him, seeing his shirt soaked with blood, her eyes instantly turned red, "How can you say you’re okay? Your back is bleeding; such a thick ruler striking your body, impossible to be okay."

Even if there was conflict between father and son, some disagreement, such a heavy hand shouldn’t be used, it’s practically his life at stake.

"Mom, I’m really okay." Jiang Yisheng knelt properly again, sweat covered his face like someone pulled from water, his complexion as pale as paper.

"Veya, you go out first, I’ll explain this to you later." For the first time in years of marriage, Jiang Hai spoke to Veya in such a forceful tone.

Veya was slightly stunned, in a moment of confusion, Jiang Hai took her by the hand, leading her towards the door.

Approaching the door, Veya grabbed his hand, looking at him pleadingly, "Ahai, what did Asheng do wrong, discuss it well, if you keep hitting him, he truly will die."

"Veya, be obedient." Jiang Hai said with a steady voice.

"Jiang Hai..." Veya was taken aback, facing his eyes filled with reluctance and pain, she hesitated momentarily but eventually crossed the threshold, stepping outside the ancestral hall.

She turned to glance at the figure kneeling on the ground, her nose tingling, and tears slid uncontrollably.

Jiang Hai’s temper she knew well, something seriously big must have happened to make him furious and enforce family law in the ancestral hall.

Yet seeing Asheng beaten like this, how could a mother not feel the pain?

"Bang—"

The large door slowly closed, blocking Veya’s sight.

She quickly stepped up and pressed her ear to the door, attempting to hear what was happening inside.

She waited for a while, still hearing nothing.

Veya was anxiously pacing back and forth at the door.

Thinking it through, she reached out to push the door, only to find it locked.

She frantically pounded on the door, "Jiang Hai, open the door, let’s talk it through, stop hitting Asheng."

The ruckus attracted the attention of the surrounding servants.

The Jiang matriarch returned from outside, seeing the servants whispering, she frowned.

"Aju, go see what is happening?"

"Yes."

Mother Ju nodded and pulled aside a servant to inquire.

After hearing the servant, Mother Ju was shocked, "Is this true?"

"Absolutely true, the mistress is pleading at the ancestral hall door, but the master refuses to open it and is enforcing family law on young master Yisheng," said the servant.

Enforcing family law in the ancestral hall?

Mother Ju was astounded and hurried back to report to the Jiang matriarch.

"What has caused it to escalate to family law enforcement in the ancestral hall?" Hearing the words "enforce family law," Jiang matriarch’s face changed.

"Ahai has always had a good temper, never seen him hit or scold Asheng in all these years, why is he now enforcing family law?"

"Matriarch, perhaps we should go check, young master Yisheng has just recovered recently, he mustn’t be hurt again," Mother Ju suggested.

The Jiang matriarch nodded, hastily striding forward, "Yes, yes, let’s quickly go see, Ahai doesn’t know the strength of his hand, if he truly hits heavily, it would be unbearable."

"What do you think young master did wrong for the master to enforce family law?"

"Who knows, the master is usually so mild-tempered, especially gentle with the mistress, this is the first time I’ve seen him so angry."

"Young master Yisheng is so pitiful, such a thick ruler striking his body, it’s as if half his life is gone."