Chen Qianmo had never been most worried about his own health. Instead, he was concerned that once he got better, Yan Qingruo might leave him.
Therefore, Chen Qianmo had to get this out in the open right now.
Yan Qingruo looked meek, biting her lip.
Chen Qianmo said sternly, "If you ever talk about leaving me again, it won't be as simple as a spanking on your little bottom."
Yan Qingruo really feared that, remembering how the last spanking had left her in such pain that she couldn't sit or lie down in comfort. If it were to be worse than that, wouldn't she be in even more agony?
"So how would you punish me then?" Yan Qingruo asked, somewhat apprehensively.
"I'll reward you with a rod to show my authority," Chen Qianmo's lips curled into a wicked smile.
The image of ancient yamen officials holding court, the bailiffs shouting "mighty" while stomping the commanding rod on the ground, came to Yan Qingruo's mind, making her shudder with fear.