A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire-Chapter 857: War of Wits

Enforcing family discipline?

Jiang Yutai suddenly stopped his actions, turned his head, and looked at Old Sir Jiang in disbelief.

He opened his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Grandfather..."

"Dad, you must be joking," Qiu Shuyun directly asked, "not Yutai, right?"

Old Sir Jiang looked at her coldly, "You’ve raised a son who is unruly and don’t even know it’s wrong? Do I need to discipline you too?"

Qiu Shuyun shivered slightly; a round of family discipline could leave her with scars, and she would lose face in Upper City’s social circle if word got out.

"Alright, Yutai also needs to learn a lesson," Jiang Zhengfeng said with a sullen face.

"Dad!" Jiang Yutai looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"Don’t call me Dad; I don’t have a son like you!" Jiang Zhengfeng shouted sternly, making his attitude clear.

Jiang Yutai knew he couldn’t rely on his parents, so he looked at Old Sir Jiang only to see the grandfather who never liked him staring at him coldly.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I refuse to accept this!"

Old Sir Jiang squinted, "Did you not understand what I said? Or are you thinking of rebelling?"

Jiang Yutai shrank his neck and dared not argue further.

He turned his head angrily to stare at Jiang Jingheng and Mu Yan. It was all their fault, and he would remember this.

When Old Sir Jiang spoke of enforcing family discipline, he wasn’t kidding; soon, the family discipline rod was brought out.

Mu Yan saw the wooden rod made of rosewood and thought of how Jiang Jingheng had been beaten with it before, and she felt a bit displeased.

She turned to look at the man beside her and resolved that as long as she was around, she would never let him be beaten again.

Jiang Jingheng didn’t know he had become a much-pitied victim in her heart, but he appreciated the tenderness in her eyes.

He squeezed her palm gently, his gaze so tender it could drown a person.

Jiang Yutai was unwilling, but he still knelt on the ground.

Jiang Zhengfeng looked at Old Sir Jiang and said, "Dad, you’re getting on in years; you should take care of your health. Let my elder brother do it instead."

Jiang Zhenghong glanced at his younger brother and frowned slightly. Although he was the eldest and should inherit the family business, to beat his nephew soundly would surely be criticized if it got out.

Yin Manqing suddenly said, "What are you talking about, second brother? Yutai made a mistake, so why should it be his uncle’s duty to punish him? It’s up to you, his father, to teach him right from wrong, so he learns his lesson."

Qiu Shuyun’s expression changed slightly, and she glared at her.

Yin Manqing faced her without fear, almost smiling, clearly aware of their couple’s schemes.

If Jiang Zhenghong did beat Jiang Yutai today, rumors of strife within Jiang Family’s main and second branches would spread by tomorrow, leaving them without a defense.

Jiang Zhengfeng looked at Jiang Zhenghong, "Brother, this..."

Jiang Zhenghong said in a deep voice, "Your sister-in-law is right. It’s your responsibility to guide Yutai. It’s one thing in our household but outside, it affects the Jiang Family’s reputation."

Jiang Zhengfeng gritted his teeth, regretting his involvement.

The father was too old to deliver all thirty strokes, but if it was him, he would not only have to beat but do so harshly.

He looked at Old Sir Jiang and said awkwardly, "Dad, what do you think..."

"Do as your elder brother says," Old Sir Jiang didn’t even look at him, sitting directly on the sofa to oversee the discipline.

Jiang Zhengfeng knew there was no room for negotiation, took the family discipline rod and walked over to Jiang Yutai, saying angrily, "Worthless brat, everything you’ve been taught, thrown to the dogs? Today, I’m going to teach you a good lesson!"

Jiang Yutai didn’t retort; after all, his father wouldn’t really hit him hard, right?

He looked hatefully at Jiang Jingheng and Mu Yan; he would return this humiliation one day.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hit his back, and he grunted, his whole back felt numb.

He turned to look at Jiang Zhengfeng; his father was serious?

Before he could think more, another blow landed, making him question his existence.

At this moment, he forgot all about his grudges against Jiang Jingheng and Mu Yan; he just wanted to ask his father if he intended to kill him too?