“…… Mom, I'm done. In front of my brother, I confessed everything to you without any concealment. If there's anything you don't understand, or something you're wondering, just ask, and I'll know everything—"

"Quan Shaoting!"

Ding Xiuqiu was so angry that she trembled all over, and even her hair was full of anger.

"Mom. I've confessed, what else do you have to complain about? Quan Shaoting's good temper was only left to his family. His gentleness and softness were all left to his family.

Quan Shaoting, who is full of nobility, strategizing, introverted, not angry and self-authoritative, exudes a powerful aura, and is coercive, will only lower his posture in front of his family.

However, the arrogance and arrogance between the eyebrows cannot be concealed no matter what.

"Good, good, good!" Ding Xiuqiu was so angry that he only said three good words. She grabbed the family method that was placed on the coffee table, a rattan whip thicker than her wrist.

Without thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and slapped it Quan Shaoting's shoulder.

Unlike that day, after being bitten on the shoulder by Mu Nianan in the anti-narcotics brigade, he subconsciously gasped. At this moment, Quan Shaoting's expression didn't even change, and his throat didn't make a single sound.

Even if Ding Xiuqiu's rattan whip fell on the wound where he had been bitten off by Mu Nian'an three days ago, he didn't even frown.

The son's strength and unwillingness to accept softness made the string called reason in Ding Xiuqiu's head completely break with a 'snap-'.

"Quan Shaoting, you are a good example! Now that you're older, no one can take care of you! Be! You are now the Emperor of Blood on the high, and after swallowing the Su Group, you are the king of the capital! Who can control you? If you want to do something, you can't do it! ”

Ding Xiuqiu didn't know what he was saying without choosing what he said, and the rattan whip fell on Quan Shaoting's shoulders and back one by one. It's more powerful than the next.

In just a dozen strokes, Ding Xiuqiu was drained of all his strength. The two arms were already sore, and they were about to be unable to lift them.

But when people are excited, the adrenaline secretion is crazy, not to mention that the arm is sore, even if the skin is cut by the dagger, you can't feel the pain.

Not long after, the dark purple silk pajamas on Quan Shaoting's body were whipped into rags one by one by a rattan whip.

The mother's anger and excitement were all within Quan Shaoting's calculations. That's why he deliberately chose a pair of pajamas with an extremely dark color. If he hadn't changed his shirt, I'm afraid it would have been stained with blood by this time.

However, even the extremely dark pajamas were clearly soaked in blood at the moment. It's not as obvious, but it's instantly visible.

In the villa, surrounded by wall creepers and roses, there was no superfluous sound. There was only the sound of the rattan whip swinging fiercely through the air, and the sound of the rattan whip falling on the flesh and the skin open.

Ding Xiuqiu bit her lip tightly, and her eyes were bloodshot.

In the end, Ding Xiuqiu was tired. She couldn't lift up a little bit of strength anymore, she had the strength to hold the family law of the right family, the rattan whip that had been passed down for I don't know how many years. The other hand hung limply at one side of the body.

"Quan Shaoting, you're crazy."

"Mom, you know your son best. You said it yourself, there is nothing I want to do, I can't do. The silk pajamas on Quan Shaoting's body were already in tatters hanging on his body, but he still had that lofty posture, and the arrogance between his eyebrows could not be dispersed at all.

He stood in front of his mother with his back straight.

The tone was even stained with a three-point smile: "If I tell you another word to find a draw, I will have gone crazy a long time ago." It wasn't a matter of a day or two, and when I picked up my brother's ashes with my own hands, from that moment on, I went crazy. You only found out today? ”

Ding Xiuqiu raised his head suddenly, but the anger in his eyes was annihilated little by little by the weakness and pain.

Her body suddenly shook violently, and Quan Shaoting hurriedly stepped forward and took her mother in her arms. It was only because of this drastic movement that he was involved in the wound that was drawn out by the rattan whip, which barely made him wrinkle his brows, and that was all.

"Mom, sit down." Quan Shaoting helped Ding Xiuqiu sit down on the sofa, he calmly looked at his brother's spirit card, and smiled evilly.

Ding Xiuqiu suddenly didn't dare to look at such a son.

This ...... in front of you Or is it her son who is so arrogant that he has reached Jiuxiao Yaochi and has never even been looked down upon by the Huanyu Group?

She didn't dare to recognize the son in front of her.

Closing his eyes fiercely, Ding Xiuqiu's fingers loosened, and he let the rattan whip fall on the carpet, making a dull sound.

"Shaoting, isn't mom ...... Don't care about you too much? I know Shao Gong's death is a blow to you—"

"Not a blow. It's a shadow, or it's a change. My brother's death changed me completely. Mom, you're supposed to be happy, aren't you? The Quan family died a perfect son, but it also had an additional qualified heir. I've done a good job over the years, even better than my brother. Quan family, Huanyu, you don't have to worry anymore. Leave it to me and I'll do it as perfectly as ever. Good for my surname. ”

Ding Xiuqiu closed her eyes tightly, and then seriously recalled the performance of her youngest son since the death of her eldest son.

It was only then that she realized that she had neglected this little son all along. Since the death of her eldest son, her youngest son has behaved too calmly and perfectly. Even she knew best how dependent the younger son was on his eldest son, even more so than on her as a mother...... But, but the youngest son's performance was too perfect, so perfect that it was flawless.

Really, even she, a rather demanding mother, can't find fault with the impeccable flawlessness of the slightest.

It was only then that she knew that the person who was most affected and shadowed by the death of her eldest son was her youngest son, and she still couldn't help it...... Ignored, ignored. Her youngest son...... has experienced a great change and metamorphosis that has died once. This is happening right in front of her eyes, and she turns a blind eye?!

When she was in pain and despair because of the death of her eldest son, it was this younger son who was a thousand times more painful than her heart, who accompanied her gently and domineeringly with an overly mature and tough attitude. forced her and sealed the grief and sorrow for the death of her eldest son.

The younger son did not ask her to come out of the death of his eldest son, he just forced her to seal the eldest son.

Because, no one can ...... from Shaogong's death Come out. She can't, and Shaoting can't.

"Shaoting." Ding Xiuqiu slowly opened his eyes, and saw the son standing in front of the coffee table, staring calmly at the spirit card...... The extremely dark pajamas clearly reflected the scarlet dare, but they still straightened their backs, and there was a bit of arrogance between their eyebrows.

It was as if he had lost the feeling of pain - no, the bloody scars on his body that she had whipped with a rattan whip had not happened to him at all.

Hearing his mother's call, Quan Shaoting immediately responded, took two steps forward and knelt at his mother's feet, "Mom, you say." ”

Quan Shaoting, who has already opened his skin, has not changed his expression from beginning to end. What is his expression? There was not a trace of expression on his handsome face.

That handsome face seemed to be a carved work of art, and while it was extremely delicate, it was impossible to have any expression. No matter how delicate a work of art is, it is a dead thing. How can a dead thing have an expression that only belongs to people?

Ding Xiuqiu's heart was thousands of times more painful than when he heard that his eldest son didn't even have a whole corpse left a few years ago.

"Shaoting."

"Mom, I'm here, you say."

"You...... What you have to do, no one can stop. Before, there was your brother who could stop you. Now that your brother has been dead for so many years, no one can stop you anymore, can they? ”

Quan Shaoting looked at his mother gently, with a respectful and doting attitude, "Yes." My brother is dead, and no one can stop me. What I have to do, I have to do. Mom, you can't persuade me, let alone stop me. ”

"Yes, I was going to stop you back then, and you wouldn't-" Ding Xiuqiu's words stopped abruptly, she looked at her son distressedly, and her trembling hand gently stroked the side of her son's face, "Your hands that should have been in charge of the Huanyu Group went to get the carving knife, I can't stop it." ”

"That's because my brother is protecting me, so you didn't stop me strongly. The Quan family and Huanyu have an elder brother, and he takes all the responsibilities and burdens on his shoulders, along with my share. As long as Quan Shaoting mentioned Quan Shaogong, his eyebrows and eyes softened, "In this way, I can pick up the carving knife and live what I want, in your opinion, a life that is not serious and lazy and unproductive." Brother took all my responsibilities, Huanyu and the right family have brother, you just let my son go, without too much interference. ”

"Shaoting, mom is wrong. Mom apologizes to you, the life you want is not unprofessional, not lazy and unproductive. Shaoting, mom now take it back-"

"It's late. Mom, it's too late for you to say anything. Quan Shaoting gently rubbed the back of his mother's hand, and the attitude of comforting Ding Xiuqiu seemed to be not him, but Ding Xiulan's skin was cracked by a rattan whip.

"Brother is dead, and Biscuit is still young. Although he grew up quickly and was very good, he was still a child. The power family and the world's heavy responsibilities can't resist the biscuits. Then, only my second uncle can temporarily carry it for him, and when he grows up and can take charge on his own, I can unload these responsibilities and burdens. ”

How many years will it take for the cookies to grow up to be able to stand on their own? No matter how mature the biscuit is, he is only a six-year-old kid this year. Biscuit wants to take over these responsibilities and burdens from his second uncle, the time is still early, and the road is very far.

Ding Xiuqiu asked him, "Shaoting, does it have to be like this?" Is there no room for recovery? ”

"Yes, it has to be. From the start, there was little room for redemption. Quan Shaoting's face, which was like a delicate but lifeless work of art, showed an expression that could barely be called a smile, "Lingbi said, brother's death, untied the chains around my neck, and released a sealed bloodthirsty beast. I think Lingbi is too exalted to me, I'm not a bloodthirsty beast. I'm a ghost wrapped in hatred. Mom,, you know what? It's the kind of yin and evil qi that can't take revenge for a day, and can't for a day—"

"Shaoting, don't say it. Don't talk about it...... No matter what you want to do, Mom will not ask a word or interfere. You, don't say any more. You have mercy and leave a way for your mother to live, will you? ”