Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot-Chapter 712 - 444 Three Young Masters to deliver the final blow: Beating until you’re sick? Innocent Fifth Master (4 updates)
Tang Wan was pregnant?
It was as if, amidst the gloomy skies, thunder suddenly struck, sending shivers down the spines of everyone in the Liang Family. No wonder Jiang Jinsang lost his temper so violently and irrationally.
Liang Han had just pleaded with his mother for help, yet it seemed he understood why he faced near death just moments before, his head reeling as if it had been struck, ringing in his ears.
The next moment, Liang Wenzhong, who had entered the room without any reaction, suddenly moved.
He walked straight up to Liang Han, lifted his shirt, and observed the needle holes on his arm, a mixture of old and new marks, evidence that this was not his first encounter with the substance.
"How long has it been?"
"Dad, I was wrong, please help me." Even though Liang Han knew Jiang Jinsang would not let him off easily, his instinct to survive still led him to grasp his father’s arm. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"I’m asking you, how long has it been!" Liang Wenzhong shouted angrily, "When did you start touching this stuff!"
"I..." Liang Han stuttered, as even he couldn’t recall exactly when.
At that moment, Jiang Cuo handed a tissue to Jiang Jinsang, who, not being a trained fighter and always pampered, was now showing an unprecedented level of fury. For the first time, Jiang Jinsang was seen so volatile and aggressive.
He had never been so wildly irate before, inflicting only ruthless blows that left his own knuckles scratched and bleeding.
"You should get that looked at."
"Don’t rush." Jiang Jinsang didn’t feel much pain in his hand; he just stared coldly at the father and son.
Liang Wenzhong had already raised his hand and delivered a hefty slap to Liang Han’s face.
"Smack—" It echoed sharply.
Having already been beaten by Jiang Jinsang, this blow from Liang Wenzhong, both furious and swift, sent Liang Han staggering, he crashed to the ground.
"Wenzhong." Dong Yunxiu instinctively tried to protect her son.
"Get out of my way, let me kill this bastard. It was bad enough that he was misbehaving outside—gambling, whoring, committing all sorts of crimes—but now he even dares to touch such filthy stuff. Are you tired of living? Do you know this can kill you?"
Liang Wenzhong seemed to grab a stick from somewhere and started thrashing his son with it.
"Dad, stop hitting me, I was wrong, Dad—" Liang Han cried out, dodging and jumping as he was beaten until he fell to the ground, his back taking several hits that almost caused him to faint from the pain.
In the end, it was Dong Yunxiu’s protection that brought a halt to the beating.
"Move, move!"
"Do you want to beat him to death?"
"If he’s a bastard, then so be it if he dies." Liang Wenzhong clutched the stick tightly, glimpsing at Jiang Jinsang out of the corner of his eye.
The couple argued relentlessly.
Under normal circumstances, someone would have intervened to stop such punishment, but Jiang Jinsang simply adjusted his clothes, indifferent to the chaos unfolding before him.
Seeing that Liang Wenzhong had stopped, Jiang Jinsang raised an eyebrow.
"Mr. Liang, why don’t you continue?"
"..."
Liang Wenzhong thought by beating his son to near death, Jiang Jinsang might soften and allow him to plead for mercy, potentially sparing Liang Han from calamity.
The wind blew in from the door, rustling his clothes, his dark hair tousled, his skin so pale he barely seemed human, and the coldness in his eyes was truly alarming.
Liang Wenzhong knew that even if he beat his own son to death in front of Jiang Jinsang, the man would likely not bat an eyelid, much less intervene.
When Jiang Jinsang saw that he had stopped, he let out a scoff.
"As a father, it is right for you to discipline him by laying hands on him."
"But there’s really no need for such self-inflicted pain, since I’m quite cold-hearted, lacking any empathy, and definitely won’t play the saint."
"This really isn’t the time for such cunning, it’s pointless."
Embarrassed and in a bind, Liang Wenzhong clenched the stick even tighter, truly wishing he could kill Liang Han, "Why did I even have you?"
As he was engulfed in rage, Jiang Jinsang casually twisted the knife in his heart.
"You don’t have to scold him, after all, to give birth without upbringing..."
"...is to be a father in name only."
Indeed, the Liang Family bore great responsibility for Liang Han becoming what he was now. If they had advised him in time, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a dire situation.
This was too much of a bitter truth for Liang Wenzhong, who almost choked on his own rage.
...
The roaring of engines outside was accompanied by a series of urgent and intense braking noises, noises that certainly did not seem to be made by a sports car, but rather, by a motorcycle.
"Master, it seems Fourth Master has arrived," Jiang Jiu whispered lowly.
Jiang Chengsi?
Liang Han was scared and confused all over again. Of all the Jiang brothers he had seen the most, it must have been Jiang Chengsi.
He ran some bars and clubs but had never looked down on Liang Han, nor had he even deigned to give him a direct glance.
To be able to operate these places without incident, without anyone daring to make trouble, ensuring the scenes remained clean, he naturally had his ways.
To intimidate the local street thugs, his methods were naturally much harsher than Jiang Jinsang’s.
Driven by the desire to survive, Liang Han did not care about his injuries all over his body and started to run out, while Jiang Jinsang watched coldly and did not have anyone stop him – after all, Jiang Chengsi was right outside...
But the first person he bumped into upon leaving was not Jiang Chengsi, but rather Jiang Shiyi.
He wore a well-fitted suit, his peach blossom eyes carried a hint of romance, his jaw was sharp and angular, his lips were thin, and his entire aura was subtle to an extreme extent, but also exuded an air of cold aloofness.
Among the several Jiang brothers, his appearance was perhaps the least distinctive, but when subtlety was taken to the extreme...
It could be fiery enough to burn to the bone!
Liang Han probably had not expected to run into Jiang Shiyi, he halted his steps. With the other man standing in his way, he unconsciously took a half step back.
"Oh, isn’t this Young Master Liang?" Jiang Chengsi just paused his car, took off his helmet, and carelessly ran his fingers through his hair, "What’s this? Trying to run?"
Yet, deep down he was also slightly shocked:
Fuck!
Jiang Xiaowu, did you bring people to gang beat him? How could you beat him to this sorry state?
Truly worthy of being my brother.
Nicely done.
He always felt that Jiang Xiaowu was quite sharp-minded. Getting married, undergoing surgery, he really has changed – now that he is healthy, his punches and kicks are quite effective.
"Get out of the way!" Liang Han looked at Jiang Shiyi.
Polite and clean, with the strong air of a scholar, he had heard of Jiang Shiyi’s actions during Jiang Yanting’s wedding which were widely talked about in their circles, so rashly, he did not dare to make a move on him.
Jiang Chengsi, still holding his helmet, simply watched the two confront each other.
"Go back inside," Jiang Shiyi was terse, focusing on the essentials.
"I told you to get the hell out of my way!" Liang Han was fighting like a cornered beast; where could he run? But he still stubbornly wanted to try and raised his hand to shove Jiang Shiyi.
Jiang Jinsang heard Jiang Shiyi’s voice and turned towards the door.
But what he saw was Liang Han flying into the room. The living room floor of the Liang family was made of tiles that shone like mirrors, and he slid half a meter on the ground.
With a "clatter," he hit a decorative vase and finally came to a stop.
His body curled up, hunched over, clutching his abdomen, screaming in pain.
First Jiang Jinsang, then his father, and now he got a kick from Jiang Shiyi!
After being beaten by Shen Shuci so many times, still not fully healed, how could his body take any of this? The pain triggered convulsions all over his body, leading Mrs. Liang to tremble with fright. She wanted to help him, but he seemed out of control, whether from the beating or a drug relapse, suddenly convulsing and twitching uncontrollably.
Combined with his distorted and grotesque face, his whole body presented an extremely eerie and twisted posture.
"Fuck, brother, what’s wrong with him?" Jiang Chengsi had followed Jiang Shiyi into the living room.
Just a kick? How powerful it must have been...
Did the kick trigger an epileptic seizure?
Jiang Shiyi simply raised his hand to smooth his trousers, seemingly noticing some wrinkles, likely from the motorcycle ride earlier, frowning slightly.
"Brother, what’s wrong with him?" Jiang Chengsi nudged Jiang Shiyi.
"My trousers are wrinkled."
"..."
Could your focus be any less normal?
Meanwhile, the Liangs were terrified. The husband and wife rushed over, trying to hold him down, but Liang Han was a grown man, and with such violent convulsions, there was no way they could restrain him.
"Call 120, summon an ambulance!" Liang Wenzhong turned to a maid on the side.
"Oh, okay..."
The police cars arrived shortly after, three vehicles arriving one after the other. The police officers and investigative personnel got out of the cars, expecting trouble at the Liangs, but they did not foresee that Liang Han would be convulsing so fiercely.
Eyes turned upwards, skewed eyes and distorted mouth, he was a horrid sight to behold.
"What happened here?" The police officer looked at the Jiang brothers, focusing especially on Jiang Jinsang.
Jiang Jinsang looked innocent, "I don’t know."
