Downstairs, Lu Meng had heard everything. The slaps of the whip, the screams.
She clutched her stomach protectively. Would Gu Fenyi come after her next?
"Jiang Shao, are you alright?" she asked, nervously.
Jiang Jing straightened and forced a smile. "Perfectly fine."
"Mrs. Ye is a bit... excessive, don’t you think?"
"Excessively polite," he muttered, and left.
Upstairs, Ye Wenbo stood rigid, awkward.
He had never spent this much time around Gu Fenyi before. She was a storm in heels. Mysterious, unnervingly calm, and now he’d seen she could fight. Really fight.
And she’d fought for him.
Surely not.
He glanced up just in time to see her raise the whip again. "Thwack!"
It landed across his shoulder.
"Gu Fenyi! What the hell?!"
"That was for fighting like a child, in public, tarnishing the Ye family’s name. And for losing," she added.
Ye Wenbo’s face burned. He clenched his fists.
Gu Fenyi opened her mouth just to say, my Sheng family doesn't have a son like you, who can even lose in fights. When the words came to my lips, I suddenly remembered that she is no longer the Sheng family's mistress.
Gu Fenyi took another swing. "And that one was for being disrespectful. To your elders, to your family."
He didn’t cry out—but the humiliation stung more than the belt.
She tossed the whip aside.
"Want to keep fighting?" she asked, voice low, teasing.
It almost sounded like she was... teasing him. He hated how his chest tightened at her words.
"No," he muttered, a note of bitterness in his voice.
Gu Fenyi didn't notice his reactions at all. She said frankly, "Well, no more. To hit outsiders, you need a heavy whip to have a deterrent effect. Those who hit your own family are different."
People from my own family?
Ye Wenbo was stunned. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened his mouth again. In the end, he did not say that she was not from the Ye family.
She walked past him, calm and composed, and leaned over the stairwell railing. "Doctor."
The family doctor came running with the kit.
Gu Fenyi pointed at Ye Wenbo. "See to his wounds. He got the worst of it."
She didn’t look at him again—but her voice was warm. Almost... protective.
Ye Wenbo lowered his head, confused by the odd warmth growing in his chest.
He didn’t want to admit it, but her words echoed:
Those who are outsiders need harsh discipline. But family... family you teach with care.
Family.
He bit his lip.
Gu Fenyi had called him family.
And for the first time, he wasn't so sure he hated it.