Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Tang Cuo leaned over, looked at his cheek, and said in a softer voice, "Wait a little longer. I'll give it to you after they bring the medicine..."

"You've gone too far, Tangcuo. What do you want from me?" Although Jian Rong's voice sounded weak, it was mixed with a bit of cruelty. "If you want to kill me, then do it."

"Okay, instead of wasting time on making threats, why not recover your strength?" Tang Cuo moved closer to him, his fingers touching his clothes.

Jian Rong immediately became defensive and tightly grasped the hem of her clothes, "What are you going to do?"

"Take off your clothes. How can I apply the medicine if I don't?"

"I don't need you..."

"If I don't help you, can you sit up by yourself? People should learn to give in appropriately, and it will be much better." Tang Cuo knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he just spoke more firmly.

"Knock, knock, knock." Before Jian Rong could reply, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Tang Cuo shouted towards the door.

The subordinate pushed the door open and carefully placed the medicine next to Tang Cuo, "Young Master, this is what you wanted."

"Well, you did a good job. You guard the door. No one can come in without my permission."

"Yes." The man received the order and turned and walked out.

The room fell silent, and Tangcuo tried again to take off his clothes.

"Don't touch me!" Jian Rong suddenly yelled, scaring Tang Cuo.

His hand froze in the air, and then he threw it aside angrily, "What are you yelling about? You scared me."

"I said, don't touch me." Jian Rong forced himself to sit up with his broken body, leaning against the wall behind him, and laughed sarcastically, "In the end, you won't let me survive anyway, so why not give me a quick death?"

"I won't let you die."

"Haha, then I wonder when the young master will get tired of playing with me?"

"That was just an excuse to rescue you. If I didn't say that, how could they let you down?" Tang Cuo suppressed his temper and explained to him patiently.

"I don't know when Young Master Tang became so kind-hearted." Jian Rong's tone became more serious.

Forget it.

He won't believe it even if you tell him.

Thinking of this, Tang Cuo grabbed his wrist, turned over and pressed him on the bed, then tore his clothes in half along the places where the whip marks had torn his clothes.

Looking at the shocking scars on his back, Tang Cuo's pupils suddenly shrank. The new wounds overlapped with the old ones, winding around his back, and seeping with dark red blood.

"What are you doing..." Jian Rong was pressed under him and struggled to get up.

"Don't move." Tang Cuo shouted, then picked up the ointment beside the bed and gently squeezed it on his fingers. "Um... I have never applied ointment to others. If it hurts, just tell me and I will be gentler."

As he spoke, he gently applied the ointment on his wound. The severe pain made Jian Rong clutch the bed sheet beneath him, but he didn't say a word.

Tangcuo took the bandage and slowly wrapped it around his body.

By the time he finished all this, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, and Jian Rong under him had already fainted from the pain.

Tang Cuo sat beside him, then gently turned him over and applied the remaining ointment to the red and swollen areas on his cheeks.

"What a man you are! If it were me, I would have screamed in pain." Tang Cuo looked at his facial features.

His facial features were delicately carved, and his well-proportioned face was outlined by his high nose bridge. The blood stains on his cheeks made him look even more stern, and his lips were a somewhat sickly pale color, and he looked to be in very bad condition.

"Knock, knock, knock." The knock on the door sounded again, interrupting Tang Cuo's thoughts, "Who is it?"

"Young Master, I want you to come over."

Tangcuo opened the door, looked at the people at the door, raised his eyes, and said, "I see. Um... you guys keep an eye on the person inside, tell the kitchen to make some light dishes, and call me directly when he wakes up."

"Okay, Master."

Tang Cuo closed the door and walked towards the meeting room.

On the bed, the unconscious man opened his eyes instantly after hearing the sound of the door closing. He slowly sat up and looked at the bandages wrapped around his body with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Then he quietly put the communicator hidden on his body into his ear. As several electric currents passed through, an anxious voice came from the other side, "What's the matter, Brother Rong, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Don't act rashly. I need to stay here and observe for a while. Wait for my news first." Jian Rong's eyes darkened.

"Well, be careful. If anything happens, tell us immediately and we will come to rescue you."

"Yeah." The voice was interrupted and Jian Rong hid the communicator again. He had not eaten for a long time and his body was a little weak. He really needed a good rest.

On the other side, Tang Cuo walked into the meeting room.

The doors with metal logos on both sides showed prosperity. The two giant dragons carved on the doors gave people an invisible sense of oppression. Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes and continued to walk inside.

There were seven people sitting at a huge burgundy wooden table. It went without saying that apart from his father, the others should be his brothers.

Seeing him coming, Tang Hong immediately had a kind smile on his face, and his brothers also put on happy faces, "Xiaocuo is here, come here and sit next to father."

Tang Cuo looked at his father who was waving at him, quickened his pace, and sat down next to him. "Father, what do you want me to do?"

[Host, you are a little too gentle.]

Isn't this a normal statement?

What else can he say?

Tangcuo was immersed in his own world, imagining another scene: Lao Deng, why are you calling me here? What are you doing all day? If you call me here again, I'll hit you on the head!

Thinking of this, Tangcuo shook his head: No, no, we’re doomed if we say that.

"Xiaocuo, what's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Seeing that he was distracted, Tang Hong waved his hand, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's okay." Tang Cuo pursed his lips.

"By the way, father asked you to come here today because he does have something to tell you... Xiaocuo, you are twenty years old this year. Before this, father never let you participate in my business. Do you know why?" Tang Hong lowered his voice.

"I was young at that time. Were you worried about my work?"

"No, you are my son, so I trust you to do things. However, most of the businesses that my father took over were very dangerous. You were too young at that time, and my father was afraid that you would get hurt, so he controlled you everywhere.

However, you are already 20 years old this year, and it is time for you to get involved in the family business."

Tang Cuo listened to his words and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the faces of others. Everyone was still looking at him with a smile, and there was no dissatisfaction on their faces.

Either they really have no grudge against him, or they have already been able to hide their emotions.

Tangcuo thought silently, then looked at them humbly, "Father, I have so many brothers, and their abilities are better than mine, so I... don't need to get involved in the industry so early..."