News about Jiang Yue's visit to the Ye House spread quickly through the upper class.
Jiang Yue finally understood what had happened. Gu Fenyi's punch seemed effortless, but it left a visible wound on his face. He wondered how long he would have to suffer this embarrassment.
Jiang Yue cared deeply about his reputation. But then again, who in their social circle didn't?
He had to set some rules. No one could talk about what happened to him, about the Ye family, or about Gu Fenyi.
Mentioning the Ye family would inevitably lead to questions about why Jiang Yue left there with a swollen face. This problem affected not only Jiang Yue but also the important men who dealt with him.
The bruise on Jiang Yue's face became more noticeable. If someone looked at it long enough, it resembled a bee-stung dog. But no one dared mention it or laugh about it.
Jiang Yue never realized his face could be so resilient, enduring such humiliation.
After finishing his work and allowing his wound to heal slightly, Jiang Yue returned to the Jiang household.
Jiang Jing was also recovering at home. He spent most of his time in bed, even asking servants to bring his meals there. He acted as if he might die soon.
When Jiang Jing heard about his brother's return, he got out of bed quickly. He feared another beating if his second brother caught him lying around.
"Second brother, have some tea," Jiang Jing said, bringing a pot from the kitchen.
When he saw Jiang Yue face-to-face, Jiang Jing gasped, "Second brother, did someone beat you too?"
Jiang Yue remained silent.
Secretly, Jiang Jing thought to himself that he wasn't weak or spineless—Ye Wenbo's sister-in-law was simply too formidable!
Jiang Yue knew his brother rarely spoke kindly, which probably caused the fight with Ye Wenbo in the first place. Looking at things now, Jiang Jing deserved what happened to him.
Jiang Yue picked up the teacup with one hand. It was extremely hot.
He put it down with a dark expression, though his face was already so dark from bruising that his anger hardly showed.
"How did she beat you?" Jiang Yue asked coldly.
Initially, Jiang Jing felt too embarrassed to speak about it. But since Jiang Yue had also been beaten, he felt more comfortable sharing. "She whipped me with her belt," he admitted.
Jiang Yue felt strangely relieved.
Jiang Jing's beating must have hurt more than his own. The belt would have stung terribly when pulled across his face.
Jiang Jing didn't know what his brother was thinking. Looking at Jiang Yue's gaze, he found it difficult to be siblings. Yet somehow, his brother's bruised face made him feel a strange sense of connection.
The more he looked at those scars, the more familiar they felt.
Jiang Yue stopped drinking his tea. He stood up and kicked Jiang Jing's backside. "Don't cause trouble with the Ye family next time. Not everyone can handle them."
In his mind, Jiang Jing translated this to: "Don't provoke Gu Fenyi again." He nodded rapidly, like a chicken pecking rice, promising never to dare such a thing again. Then he safely escorted Jiang Yue back to his study.
Otherwise, he feared he might face another beating from his brother.