My Uncle is a B*stard

 You Yi's lethal aura pushed You Xi over the edge. This would probably remain his most painful, his most frightening, his most terrifying moment for the rest of his life!

 You Xi's sobs continued to turn into gurgles. He heard his uncle's previous words and mustered the last of his strength to beat against the toilet bowl.

 You Yi did not loosen his grip. "You Xi, will you remember what I said?"

 Glug glug glug.

 You Yi tightened his grip around You Xi's neck. "You had better remember everything. Don't forget that there's no use lying to me," he said. "If you don't have a fraction of remorse in your heart, why don't I just go all the way now and let you die a painful death?"

 You Xi felt he would really die if he was suffocated a moment longer. He did not care about anything else right now—he just wanted to live.

 Who cared about Yan Qingsi and every other Yan under the sun. As long as he got to live, he could be the most filial grandson ever.