12dz Chapter 813 The old man is really showing off his power this time
Chapter 813 The old man is really showing off his power this time
In the private villa area of Fengteng International, which is full of luxury and privacy, the Teng family's courtyard is like a quiet little manor.
The dim setting sun shines on the carefully carved rockery, lush green plants and the ground covered with round pebbles, outlining a quiet and beautiful picture.
However, amidst this picturesque scene, there is a scene that stirs pity.
Deng Zhouyi, with his upper body naked, held a bucket of water and knelt upright on the cobblestone ground next to the rockery.
He has a burly figure, with well-defined muscles, plump and strong. Every muscle seems to tell of his hard training in daily life.
The tight muscle contours are as perfect as ancient Greek sculptures, which makes people admire them sincerely.
However, in sharp contrast, there were several eye-catching marks of whipping on his back.
It looked particularly glaring on his originally fair skin, like an abrupt ink stain on a beautiful painting, which made people terrified.
The red and swollen scars seemed to still be oozing blood, telling of the cruel punishment he had just experienced.
At this moment, Teng Junhao's car slowly drove into the yard. The wheels rolled on the ground, making a slight rustling sound, breaking the original silence in the yard.
The security guard was sharp-eyed and immediately ran forward like an arrow, opened the car door skillfully, and respectfully welcomed the boss to get out of the car.
Teng Junhao and Ling Ya got out of the car with tired faces. The running around and worries of the past few days had left deep marks on their faces.
Inadvertently, their eyes were drawn to Deng Zhouyi who was not far away. They looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt and concern, and they involuntarily walked towards Deng Zhouyi.
Ling Ya looked at Deng Zhouyi's embarrassed appearance, and felt distressed. She asked softly, "Zhouyi, why are you kneeling here?
Did your mother punish you again?" Her voice was filled with pity, as if she saw her own child being wronged.
A trace of embarrassment and self-blame flashed across Deng Zhouyi's face. He lowered his head slightly and said with an embarrassed look:
"Aunt Ling, I'm so sorry. Master Jing was injured because I didn't fulfill my responsibilities.
Now that he's gone to the police station alone, I can't escape blame, and I deserve this punishment." His voice was low and firm, revealing deep remorse and guilt.
Teng Junhao frowned slightly, a solemn expression on his face, and said in a steady tone: "Get up,
Zijing is a stubborn child, you're not to blame for this." His words were brief but carried an unquestionable authority.
Deng Zhouyi's inner self-blame did not lessen in the slightest after hearing Teng Junhao's words. He watched Teng Junhao and Ling Ya turn around and take two steps.
He still had no intention of getting up, as if only in this way could he slightly alleviate the guilt in his heart.
Teng Junhao seemed to notice Deng Zhouyi's persistence, stopped, looked back at him and said:
"Get up, come in, I have something to tell you." There was both majesty and concern in his eyes.
Deng Zhouyi then slowly put down the bucket above his head and stood up with some difficulty.
His legs had long been numb from kneeling on the ground for so long that he trembled slightly with every step he took. He followed Teng Junhao silently into the living room.
As soon as she entered the living room, Deng Min came to greet her. Seeing the boss coming back, she hurried over and brought two cups of brewed tea, carefully placing them on the coffee table.
Ling Ya sat on the sofa with a tired look on her face, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak.
Seeing this, Deng Min said with concern: "Madam, let me fill some water for you to take a milk bath! It will also help you relax." Ling Ya nodded slightly in agreement.
Then, Deng Min turned around and saw Deng Zhouyi standing aside. A trace of anger suddenly flashed in her eyes. She walked closer to Deng Zhouyi and glared at him fiercely.
He said sternly: "Kneel down, you beast. You can't even take care of the young master. How can you still have the face to stand in the Teng family?"
Deng Zhouyi trembled slightly at Deng Min's scolding, his face full of bitterness. He knew that he had indeed failed in his duty, and was about to kneel again when Teng Junhao spoke:
"Zhou Yi, go to the City Center Hospital and take care of Zijing! He was severely punished by the old man this time. You have to be careful and make sure to take good care of him."
Deng Zhouyi nodded quickly and said firmly, "Okay, uncle, don't worry, I'll go right away."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door. Although his steps were still a little unsteady, his eyes showed determination, as if he was determined to make up for his previous mistakes.
Ling Ya hurriedly scolded worriedly, "Zhou Yi, put on some clothes, don't catch a cold. It's already this late, and Deng Min is punishing the child by making him shirtless."
Deng Zhouyi walked out of the room slowly with staggering steps. Although the dim evening breeze was cool, it could not dispel the melancholy in his heart.
He walked straight towards the rockery where he had just knelt. The surrounding scenery seemed to have lost its color in his eyes, and everything became so insignificant.
Bending down to pick up my shirt and coat, I felt a sharp pain in my back, like a series of needles.
It pierced deeply into his flesh, causing his brows to involuntarily lock together and a look of pain to appear on his face.
But he gritted his teeth, endured the piercing pain, and quickly put on his clothes.
After learning about Teng Zijing's whereabouts, he didn't bother to button his clothes, but strode towards the luxury car, opened the door and got in.
In an instant, there was a roar of the engine, and the luxury car sped away like an arrow, leaving the yard of the Teng family villa, leaving only a cloud of flying dust that gradually dissipated in the air.
In the ward of the city center hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant, Teng Zijing was sleeping soundly like a lifeless puppet.
His face was as pale as paper, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead reflected a faint light, as if telling of the unspeakable pain deep in his heart.
After learning about the various situations Anyu had gone through over the years, especially her resolute decision to have an induced abortion,
After the abortion of their common child, his body and mind were severely damaged, and he fell into endless darkness and pain.
In his chaotic dream, the scene was still frozen in the small courtyard ward where his grandfather was recuperating. The atmosphere around him was still so depressing.
It was as if he was about to be swallowed up by the ruthless restraints, and there was a suffocating and tense atmosphere.
An Yu stood in front of him, her body shaking violently like a candle in the wind, sobbing as she recounted the pain and torture she had endured over the years.
Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Teng Zijing's heart and making him feel heartbroken and tormented.
When he heard that An Yu had resolutely taken away the fruit of their love, the unborn little life, in the hospital in Victoria, Teng Zijing felt that his world collapsed in an instant.
He desperately crawled towards An Yu, his eyes bloodshot, and yelled hysterically:
"Xiaoyu, do you hate me so much? That's a living little life! How could you bear it... Even if you don't want it, just give it back to me! The child is mine..."
His voice echoed in the small ward, filled with despair and anger, like a wounded beast giving its final roar.
When the old man witnessed this out-of-control scene, the wrinkles on his face instantly twisted into a ball, and his eyes were full of anger and majesty.
He shouted angrily, "Tie him up and seal his mouth." His voice was as loud as a bell, with an unquestionable command tone.
Upon receiving the order, the two guards pounced on Teng Zijing like well-trained cheetahs and pinned him to the ground.
Teng Zijing struggled hard, but he was ultimately no match for the two men. One of the guards quickly pulled out a black handkerchief from his weapon bag.
The movement was quick and decisive, and Teng Zijing's mouth was tightly tied up without any explanation.
Teng Zijing's tears flowed uncontrollably, dripping down his cheeks to the ground, revealing the true feelings deep in his heart.
He could only sob in pain, his voice full of helplessness and sorrow, as if telling the whole world about his unwillingness and despair.
However, at this moment, the old man's decision lingered clearly in my ears: "Director Chang, according to the principle of legal justice, release the innocent people!
The scales of law should always remain balanced, not wrongly accusing a good person, nor letting a person who makes a mistake go free.
As for Teng Zijing, his behavior has violated relevant legal provisions and he must be sentenced in accordance with the law.
This is not only an explanation to the victims, but also an inevitable requirement for maintaining the dignity of the law and social justice.
He must bear the legal responsibility for his actions and accept legal sanctions."
The grandfather in Teng Zijing's eyes seemed so ruthless and cold-blooded at that moment.
At this painful moment that felt like a dream, the door of the ward was gently pushed open with a slight creaking sound.
Deng Zhouyi walked in with gentle steps, his face full of concern and worry. As soon as he entered the ward, he saw Teng Zijing's cheeks were red and swollen.
As lifeless as an eggplant hit by frost, he seemed restless even in his sleep, with his body twitching from time to time.
Deng Zhouyi's heart tightened when he saw this. He hurried forward, bent down and leaned close to Teng Zijing, calling softly: "Master Jing, Master Jing, wake up."
His voice was full of anxiety and concern, trying to wake Teng Zijing from the painful dream.
Teng Zijing heard this familiar call in the chaos, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.
He slowly opened his heavy eyelids, his eyes showing confusion and fatigue, and finally focused on Deng Zhouyi's pupils.
His lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't help asking, "Why are you here?" At this moment, he was not fully conscious yet, and was still immersed in the pain of dreams and reality.
Deng Zhouyi looked at Teng Zijing like this, his heart was filled with distress. He knew that Teng Zijing was in a very bad state at the moment, and it was obvious that his consciousness was still in a trance.
Deng Zhouyi responded softly: "Master Jing, you are still in your ward! How are you?
"Is the old man really showing off this time? Are you okay?" He spoke with a hint of caution, fearing that he would touch Teng Zijing's sensitive and fragile nerves again.
Teng Zijing shook his head slightly, as if he didn't want to talk about it anymore. He slowly closed his eyes.
It seemed as if this could isolate all the pain and plunge me back into the darkness full of pain.