Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 287: The Domineering Brother Is Too Clingy 26

Yan Cang rubbed the little girl's soft head and looked at Miaomiao's wet eyes, his heart beating violently and gently.

Whether she is eighteen or twenty-eight, Miaomiao will one day know where she comes from.

Even if he didn't fall in love with her, her life story had to be made clear. Otherwise, it would be unfair to her biological parents and to Miaomiao.

"Miao Miao, although your status may change, your family's love for you remains unchanged.

From the very beginning, I knew who you were, but I still loved you passionately."

After Yan Cang finished speaking, he took advantage of the little girl's daze and bent over to kiss her forehead, which was wet and warm.

Then, he gently pushed her into the room.

"See you tomorrow."

Yan Cang said softly.

After the door was closed, Yan Cang looked calmly towards the end of the corridor on the second floor.

At this moment, a woman emitting black energy was standing there, holding the stick tightly in her hand and dragging it on the ground.

The woman didn't say anything, just turned and walked upstairs.

Both of them knew not to argue at the door of Miaomiao's room and scare her.

So there is a great tacit understanding between them...

Yan Cang gently pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and sighed.

Obviously, my urging behavior today still angered my mother, and a beating was inevitable.

The Yan family also has family rules, especially for the heirs. If they do not do well, they will inevitably kneel down and be beaten.

However, when my father enforced the family rules, my mother was always there to dissuade him.

Now, Mommy is so angry that she went to her room to get the stick and waited for her on the second floor...

Few people go up to the fourth floor of the old house, and even Miaomiao may not know that one of the locked rooms is specifically used to enforce family rules.

At this moment, the door that had been locked before was open, revealing the clean and bare interior.

Cang Zhen looked at his eldest son who had made a mistake but remained silent as if nothing had happened. The reluctance he originally felt in his heart disappeared when he thought of Miao Miao's reaction after she suddenly found out about this, and his possessiveness that he had not concealed in front of him and others.

The dim lighting made the atmosphere in the room seem a little depressing.

In the room, besides Cang Zhen, there was also the domineering boss Yan Xingsheng, who was always ready to punish the brat with family discipline, but was always stopped by his wife from sleeping in the study.

He had been silent tonight, but there was something more in his eyes at this moment.

Yan Cang glanced at his angry mother, then at his father who was obviously gloating, pursed his lips, and knelt on the cold marble floor.

His posture remained upright, his expression serious yet somewhat relieved. He looked up at the two elders and began to speak.

"It's time to start."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cang Zhen picked up the wooden stick in his hand and hit Yan Cang hard on the back.

The wooden sticks used by the Yan family to enforce family rules are specially made and hurt more than ordinary sticks.

After a "pop" sound, Yan Cang groaned.

The piercing pain radiated directly from his back. Yan Cang clenched his teeth to prevent himself from uttering a single moan.

"Yan Cang, do you know your mistake?"

After Cang Zhen hit him with a stick, he began to feel heartbroken.

"I don't regret it, but this injury is the punishment I deserve."

Thinking of the tears Miaomiao shed today, Yan Cang felt very distressed, but he really did not regret it.

Only in this way can he have the chance to get Miaomiao, so why should he regret it?

Cang Zhen was even more infuriated by his son's stubborn words, especially when he thought about how his daughter was still so young. This bastard was getting so angry that he wanted to possess her for himself.

He even dared to kiss Miaomiao's forehead in front of them just now. Does he know what he is doing?

Thinking of this, Cang Zhen became even more ruthless.

The stick fell on Yan Cang's back like raindrops, and his originally pure white shirt showed a trace of damage under the beating of the stick.

The red bloodstains gradually grew larger, and the white shirt was stained bright red.

But even so, Yan Cang gritted his teeth and endured everything he had to endure. The pain in his body also made him feel better.

At this moment, Yan Cang's handsome face was pale and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

But even so, he still gritted his teeth, and there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.

The highest family rule of the Yan family is fifty lashes.

After Cang Zhen finished beating him, he was out of breath. But Yan Cang, who was kneeling on the spot, did not get up after the family discipline was over. Instead, he looked at his parents with a firm look.

"You can't stop me this time. I'm going to get her."

Cang Zhen leaned against her husband to catch her breath before she snorted softly, but her meaning was already very clear. Even after being beaten like this, she still had no intention of admitting her mistake. She was really persistent.

“Not stopping you doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want.

If Miaomiao doesn't like you and you still force her, Mom will send her to a place where you will never find her."

Cangzhen made a vague threat.

"That day will never come, and you can't send her away."

Yan Cang stood up, and the blood on his back dripped onto the floor with his steps.

But he still walked firmly, as if the wound on his back that was torn to pieces did not hurt at all.

It was not until he reached the door of the second floor and looked at the still closed door that Yan Cang let out a sigh of relief.

His baby lives in here!!

Yan Cang stood quietly at Miaomiao's door for more than ten minutes, until the pain in his wound made him a little shaky, then he slowly returned to the room on the third floor.

There was a pool of red blood at his feet, which dripped onto the ground bit by bit as he left.