Jin Fuguo naturally knew his grandson's temperament; once he made up his mind, he wouldn't change it.
He had made the call for this dinner. Of course, it wasn't really about the meal itself.
"Kneel." Jin Fuguo ordered with a stern look in his eye.
Jin Muchen did as he was told. He believed he had done nothing wrong, but he wouldn't defy his grandfather.
"As per family rules, you'll receive two lashes." Jin Fuguo stated firmly, turning around to grab specially treated switches from a box.
During his whole life, Jin Muchen had only been beaten twice. Once at the age of ten, and again at eighteen.
Jin Muchen bravely accepted it and put his suit aside.
With each stroke, Jin Muchen silently grumbled.
Even with the gentlest touch, the pain was excruciatingly intense. His shirt on his back tore instantly, exposing fresh blood.
"There was a better way to handle this matter." Jin Fuguo began before lashing him again. "Get up."
