Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Quan Jiafu was used to bullying others, so he called two casual guys and quickly stripped the domestic violence man surnamed Liu of his outer robe, leaving him in only his underwear, and tied him up tightly.

Then he kicked open the door to the lobby and swiftly tied the man to a pillar.

Quan Jiafu rolled up his sleeves and walked back and forth in front of the man. Then he stretched out his hand, and the lackey beside him bent down and handed him a shiny black whip, as if he was completely familiar with it.

"What are you doing? You are beating up an official appointed by the imperial court. Someone, come and report it to the police, report it to the police right away!" the domestic violence man yelled at the top of his voice.

His legs were trembling, and it looked like he would have collapsed long ago if he hadn't been tied up.

The old lady outside was already terrified. Seeing her son tied to the pillar in the hall, she slapped her thighs and howled, "This is rebellion! This is rebellion against heaven! Let my son go now, or I will fight you to death."

Two burly men were blocking the door outside the hall, and the old lady was stopped as soon as she reached the door.

One of them grabbed her collar and lifted her up easily. No matter how she tried to kick, hit or bite, she could only punch the air, which made her sweat profusely and talk nonsense.

The whole family shook the black whip hard, and the whip whipped across the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The domestic violence man's eyes almost popped out.

He originally thought that this group of strange people just wanted to scare him, but he didn't expect that these people were actually serious. Don't they fear the law?

"Do you want money or something else? I will give you everything I have. Let me go, please!" The domestic violence man no longer tried to be stubborn and cried bitterly.

The dignity of an official and the integrity of a scholar were all thrown into the cesspool. They are not worth mentioning in the face of the whip.

The whole family flicked his yellow hair, bared his teeth and shouted outside: "Madam, please listen carefully to this sound."

He's just a sixth-rank official, yet he dares to be so arrogant. He has seen all kinds of people working for the Marquis' Mansion over the years, but this guy is not even as good as the doorman of the Marquis' Mansion.

The family portrait is a typical example of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. The whip was swung hard on the domestic violence man's body, leaving a blood mark instantly. His underwear was torn, and the domestic violence man's screams sounded like a duck with its neck cut.

"Ahhhhhhh! Mommy! It hurts! It hurts! Help me!"

Qian Qiansui rubbed his ears. The sound was so unpleasant that he wanted to be poisoned and silenced. "It's so unpleasant! Tell him to shut up!"

"Yes! Yes!" After the family whipped the domestic violence man again, they asked someone to take off his shoes, pinched his nose, took off his socks and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

But the smell was so lingering that it wouldn't dissipate. The whole family could smell it from far away.

The more he smelled, the angrier he became. Quan Jiafu raised the whip, did some fancy moves in the air, and then hit the domestic violence man hard.

The domestic violence man was so disgusted by his own socks that he rolled his eyes, and after being whipped like that, he almost died.

The old lady at the door couldn't stand it anymore. This was her beloved one. She kicked him out, and while the person opposite was dodging, she nimbly got to the ground and rushed towards Qian Qiansui.

"You son of a bitch, let my son go! You are a son of a bitch, but you have no eyes for your son. The man in your family is out looking for my wife's bitch. When the government comes, you will know how powerful my son is.

When the time comes, I’ll arrest all of you, and then arrest all the hens in the house that don’t lay eggs, and send you into exile and chop off your heads! You…”

Before Qian Qiansui could say anything, Yin Zhu took a few steps forward and slapped the old woman left and right, more than ten times. Several of her teeth were hanging out, and her originally skinny face was swollen like a pig's head.

"Tsk tsk~it's an eyesore." Qian Qiansui muttered softly.

He stuck his head out again and said, "You are just an insignificant official, and you dare to mention my Qian family. Today I will let you know that our Qian family is not someone you can afford to offend.

Aren’t you going to report it to the police? Coincidentally, I’ve already asked someone to report it to the police.”

"What...what? I don't care what you say, let my son go, otherwise I will curse the men in your Qian family to be slaves for generations and the women to be prostitutes for generations." The old lady's head was ringing so hard that she couldn't hear what Qian Qiansui said at all.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she spat out a mouthful of old blood. She covered her face with her hands in pain and sat on the ground, but she still kept on talking.

Qian Qiansui's face darkened and he shouted, "Quan Jiafu, did you miss your meal or are you too old to fight anymore? How did you silence him so quickly?"

"Husband... Madam, I just blocked his mouth." Quan Jiafu felt that this job was too difficult.

"Oh? Blocked? But the old lady in front of me has a swollen face and can still say things that make me unhappy. He just blocked her mouth, why can't she make any sound?"

After saying this, Qian Qiansui stared at the old lady with a bloodthirsty smile. The old lady trembled and regretted it in her heart.

The family man spat into his hands, tightened his grip on the whip, tugged at his clothes, stretched out his arms, and shouted with all his might, "Madam, listen carefully!"

The black whip was whipped out intensively, with greater force than before, and there was almost no good piece of flesh left on the domestic violence man's body.

“Mmmmm!!! Mmmmm!!! Mmmmm ahh ...

Qian Qiansui spread his hands and said to the old lady, "I'm telling you, my son, Mother Xiao, are you satisfied with the sound?"

The old lady burst into tears and opened her mouth to say something, but was afraid of implicating her son again.

By the time the police arrived, the domestic violence man could no longer shout. His skin was torn but not bloody. There were only external injuries and no internal injuries, which shows the strength of the family portrait.

"What's going on?" The constable held his sword at his waist, his hat tilted. He had never seen so many people in the house of a sixth-rank official, and he could tell at a glance that their identities were different.

Especially the one sitting in the middle. The bracelet on his wrist was so expensive that even if all his family were sold together, it would still not be enough to pay for the loss.

When the old lady saw the constable coming, she crawled to him, and the oppressed servants around her seemed to have gained a backbone, and their cries of pain became louder and louder.

"Sir, please save my son! They are bandits and they want to kill people!"

The constable was so annoyed by the noise that he had a headache. The old lady was toothless and her face was swollen, so he couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

At this time, the whole family was tired of beating, so someone else came out to take a break. When the two met, they found out that they were old acquaintances. The constable was both happy and nervous.

Since the whole family portrait is present in such an occasion, the lady in the first seat must be from the Marquis' Mansion.

"Actually, we didn't want to make things so ugly. I came here to visit my cousin, but I didn't expect to see them beating my sister as soon as I walked in.

They even asked her to hand over her dowry. I was so angry that I argued with them, but who knew..."

Qian Qiansui clutched his handkerchief, feigning weakness as he spoke, "Who knew they would actually insult the Marquis and the Concubine Dowager? I absolutely cannot tolerate this. If this gets out, where will the reputation of our Marquisate be?"

"Huh?" The old lady was first shocked by the word "Marquis' Mansion", and then was frightened crazy by Qian Qiansui's shameless rumors.

She didn't care about the pain on her face. She stammered and foamed with blood as she tried to defend herself: "No... It doesn't look like that. It looks like her, like her..."

"They actually said that the Marquis is keeping a mistress outside! The Concubine Dowager is having an affair with the Grand Tutor and is having affairs everywhere!" Qian Qiansui howled.

The family portrait almost slipped to the ground. The constable tried to straighten his hat several times but failed, and sweat dripped down his nose.