Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 188 Once inside, the Mo family has no say in the matter.
Fu family.

Fu Jing knelt in the courtyard, with Master Fu standing behind him, holding a palm-width board with a handle, striking him repeatedly. His sinister expression made one wonder if the person kneeling before him was truly his own son. The way he was beating him made it seem like they were enemies.

A chair was placed at the entrance of the main house, and a middle-aged woman with a somewhat mean face sat on it. She was Fu Jing and Fu Qing's biological mother. Standing next to her was Fu Qing, who was constantly wiping her eyes with her head down. However, no one noticed that there was not a single tear on her face, and her eyes were full of the pleasure of revenge.

"Pfft~" Fu Jing, whose injuries had not yet healed, finally couldn't take it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground below his knees and the front of his clothes red. His body swayed precariously.

"You unfilial son," Master Fu looked at him with eyes full of disappointment, "I only hit you a few times, and you reacted like this. Are you trying to threaten me? Knowing that your sister was wronged, how could you so heartlessly leave her to live or die? Is this how I taught you from childhood?"

With each question, he mercilessly struck Fu Jing's back with the paddle in his hand, and soon small bloodstains bloomed on his clothes.

Fu Jing gritted his teeth, and even though he was being beaten and staggered, he kept his back straight and did not utter a groan.

Finally, Master Fu stopped, panting heavily. Fu Jing's back was covered in bright red blood, his clothes were torn, and he lay limply on the ground with his eyes half-closed, clearly no longer in his right mind.

"You unfilial son, hurry back to your room and pack your things. Then go to the Duke of Dingguo's mansion to find Prince Mo. News of Qing'er's situation will surely come soon. Before that, you must make him agree to let Qing'er enter the Duke's mansion. If she can't be the principal wife, she should at least be a secondary wife. Go now!" Master Fu ordered Fu Jing while panting heavily, hands on his hips.

Fu Qing stood beside Madam Fu, her expression a complex mix of emotions: panic, shock, disbelief, and surprise flashed across her face before settling on a shy expression.

Upon hearing Mr. Fu's words, Mrs. Fu was taken aback at first, then smiled with satisfaction. She lovingly patted Fu Qing's hand, which was resting on her shoulder, and said, "Qing'er, don't worry. Whatever you want, your parents will do whatever it takes to satisfy you. Do you believe me now?"

"Mother, Qing'er will always believe in Father and Mother." Fu Qing said coquettishly, putting her arm around Madam Fu's shoulder, but her eyes glanced defiantly at Fu Jing, who was lying on the ground half-dead, with no attempt to hide the malice in her gaze.

Although Fu Jing was not fully conscious, he was not without awareness. He heard his parents' conversation, and every word felt like a knife stabbing into his chest, causing him excruciating pain and suffocation, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His heart felt like it was soaking in a basin of ice water, chilled to the bone.

"Did you hear me? Get up now, stop pretending. Your father knows your body like this. A few lashes shouldn't be enough to keep you from getting up." When Mr. Fu saw Fu Jing still lying on the ground with a pale face, he felt a momentary worry. His complexion was really bad. But he quickly put that worry aside. Just like he said, he knew his son's physical condition.

He was unaware that Fu Jing had concealed his injury from his family to avoid worrying them. Of course, he was also afraid that if he revealed it, his family would use the debt of saving his life to force Mo Ziyuan to marry Fu Qing.

Fu Jing's servant, who had been blocked from coming over, finally scrambled to Fu Jing's side at Master Fu's prompting. "Young Master, how are you?"

Fu Jing forced a smile at him, "I'm fine, help me up first."

The servant carefully helped him up, avoiding his injuries as much as possible, but inevitably bumped into the wounds on his back occasionally. Hearing his young master's voice as he endured the pain, the servant felt a lump in his throat. He accidentally glanced at the young lady, only to be met with her malicious gaze, and immediately lowered his head in fright.

After finally helping Fu Jing back to his room, the physician was already waiting inside. He frowned when he saw Fu Jing's condition, then helped him to the bedside and laid him down on the bed.

"Young Master, your clothes are stuck to your wound. I need to remove them before I can clean and apply medicine. It will hurt a lot, please bear with it." The physician looked at the bright red back and the torn pieces of cloth stuck to the wound, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy. He moved even more gently. However, it was flesh and blood. Even with his gentlest touch, Fu Jing still felt excruciating pain. He gripped the pillow in front of his chest tightly with both hands, lowered his head, and bit down on it.

After all the wounds on his back were treated, Fu Jing was drenched in sweat as if he had been washed with water, and he was in so much pain that he almost fainted.

"Sigh!" The physician sighed and said to the servant who was gently covering him with a blanket, "I'll prescribe another dose of calming and sedative medicine for the young master! At least he won't feel so much pain when he's asleep. Also, with such a serious injury, the young master will probably have a fever tonight. You can brew this medicine for him to drink then."

"Thank you, doctor!" The servant took the prescriptions from the physician and thanked him quietly with his head down.

The physician nodded without saying anything, sighed again, and then left with his medicine box on his back.

Before evening, Fu Jing indeed developed a high fever. The servant hurriedly brewed the medicine according to the prescription given by the physician, but Fu Jing, who was already in a semi-conscious state, could not drink it at all. Even if he was forced to drink it, he would vomit it up because it was too bitter. The servant was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

Master Fu then sent someone to urge Fu Jing to quickly go to Mo Ziyuan to tell him about Fu Qing. After being led to the bedside by a servant and witnessing Fu Jing's miserable state, Fu Jing hurriedly ran back to report to Master Fu.

"This useless brat! He can't even withstand such a light beating!" Master Fu slammed his hand on the table beside him.

"Father," Fu Qing said, her eyes darting around, "Could it be that my elder brother is still holding a grudge against me and is pretending to be sick to avoid helping me?"

"He wouldn't dare!" Before Master Fu could speak, Madam Fu exclaimed anxiously.

"Mother, don't worry, I was just guessing." Fu Qing suppressed her inner satisfaction and pulled Madam Fu aside, pretending to have misspoke.

“Jing’er is a man of principle; he wouldn’t fake illness.” Master Fu said, glancing at Fu Qing. “Qing’er, your parents will keep our promise to you. Now, I have something to say to your mother. You should go back now!”

Fu Qing pouted, but ultimately said nothing and left.

"What does the master want to tell me?"

"You know Qing'er's personality. Do you really think sending her to the Mo family is good for her? Mo Ziyuan's heart is clearly not with her!"

“Once they’re inside, the Mo family won’t have a say.” Madam Fu was quite confident and didn’t take Master Fu’s words seriously at all.

"You—sigh!" Master Fu sighed deeply and fell silent.