My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 338 Being Whipped

Chapter 338: 338 Being Whipped

Ning Mingda cried like a child.

Utterly disheveled.

Deep in his heart, he wished he could tear the person who set him up into pieces!

As he wept, Ning Jianhua chastised himself.

Without uttering a single word in response, another lash whipped through the air.

A fierce gust of wind struck his face.

Nervously, Ning Mingda clenched his eyes shut.

But unexpectedly,

that whip did not land on him.

It swept past his ear.

And struck the table.

The porcelain vase on the table was hit and shattered into pieces on the floor.

"Dad?" Ning Mingda opened his eyes, full of confusion.

Ning Jianhua collected the whip with smooth, practiced movements.

Darkness clouded his eyes.

"What’s this about you seizing the peasants’ communal property, as mentioned in the letter?"

As he spoke, the whip struck the palm of his hand, making a crackling sound.

To Ning Mingda, this sound was like the bell of doom.

Ning Mingda shook his head frantically.

"No, no, I didn’t! It was those people acting on their own, I didn’t agree."

Even though he was tempted, he didn’t dare.

Little did he know, those bold rascals didn’t listen to him and actually went ahead with it.

If it weren’t for Han Dan coming to warn him, he would have been clueless.

Ning Mingda was so filled with regret he wanted to swear an oath to the heavens.

Ning Jianhua stared at him intensely for a long while.

"If not, good!"

"You know I despise those who bully others by flaunting their power."

"I’m saying this to you and your sister for the last time today..."

His expression was icy and stern, seeming somewhat heartless.

"We don’t expect you to achieve great feats in this household, but if you commit crimes, don’t expect me to use the little power I have to bail you out.

No matter which of you siblings commits an offense, don’t think for a second that I’ll use my authority to clean up your mess."

"My power is for serving the people, not for wiping your behinds. I hope you take this to heart, remember it well."

Ning Mingxia immediately expressed her stance, "Dad, rest assured, I know my limits, I won’t bring shame to the family."

Ning Jianhua grunted in acknowledgment, his gaze fixed on Ning Mingda.

Ning Mingda, in pain, stiffened as he climbed up from the floor.

"I remember too," he quickly uttered,

Fearing the cold whip would once again land on his back.

Ning Jianhua nodded, "I hope the black market incident will be your last brush with the edge of the law. Considering you stopped in time, let’s leave it for now, but if there is a next time..."

He let out a cold laugh.

Ning Mingda shuddered and hurriedly said, "There won’t be a next time. From now on, I will focus on my job and avoid all that chaos."

Getting whipped once was enough.

How old was he now, could he endure another round, or would he lose face completely?

Ning Jianhua said, "So you do know it’s a mess."

After finishing the scolding, he stood up and looked at Ning Mingxia.

"Mingxia, apply some medicine to your brother. I have other matters to attend to, so I’m leaving."

Having said that, Ning Jianhua picked up his coat and headed out.

Ning Mingxia retrieved the ointment from the cabinet.

She sat on the sofa and began applying the medicine to Ning Mingda’s wounds.

"Brother, what’s this Dad mentioned about you taking communal property from the peasants?"

She found it hard to believe.

Her brother’s instincts couldn’t possibly be that weak.

Could it be that he was really deceived by those underlings?

But her brother, always full of cunning schemes, how could he possibly be fooled by those idiots...

"I already told you, those damn dogs set me up," Ning Mingda burst out with an expletive.

"Motherfucking hell, I hope those people never get released, or I’ll never let them off the hook."

Just thinking of the undeserved whip he took made Ning Mingda want to punch someone.

Ning Mingxia heard her brother swearing and unconsciously pressed a bit harder with the medicine.

The pain made Ning Mingda yelp.

"Ow, ow, ow!!!

Do you even know how to apply medicine? Can’t you be a bit gentler? What good does hurting me do for you?"

He turned his head and glared at Ning Mingxia, sweat dripping from his forehead from the pain.

Realizing that he was being a bit too much,

Ning Mingxia’s movements became much gentler.

"Do you think I’ll shake if you don’t curse at me?" she said with distaste.

"Brother, you’re an educated youth, after all, can’t you reduce the swearing a bit?

You might not mind having a foul mouth, but I still care about dirtying my ears."

No idea where her brother picked up such obscene language.

A granny’s leg this, a granny’s that...

Every third sentence about your mother, every fifth about your grandma, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Ning Mingda was already in a bad mood.

Hearing his sister make such a fuss didn’t make him any happier.

He snapped back with a single sentence.

"My mouth is on my face, I’ll say whatever I want to say, if you don’t like it, don’t listen."

Speaking is one thing, but retaliating with actions, what’s that about?

Ning Mingxia was infuriated.

Slap—

She threw the medicine she was holding onto Ning Mingda.

"My hands are on my body, too, I’ll help you with the medicine if I want to, and if I don’t, you can’t do anything about it.

I see you’re so spirited, you can just fend for yourself."

After speaking her mind discontentedly, Ning Mingxia picked up her small bag and left the house as well.

If someone helps you, at least show a decent attitude, what kind of behavior is this?!

Ning Mingda’s face turned a shade of green with anger.

"Damn it, you’re all fucking nuts!"

He grabbed the medicine and threw it out.

After that incident, he became much better behaved.

-

In today’s world, the environment is better, unlike later times where you can’t discern spring from fall, the seasons are quite distinct, cold in winter, hot in summer.

This season right now, from early morning it’s so hot you could almost burst on the spot.

Move slightly, and sweat could soak you through.

Textile Factory, Broadcasting Station.

Yang Du fanned himself restlessly.

Even the whirring electric fan couldn’t dispel the heat from his body.

"It’s unbearably hot, this weather, we’re still okay, but the people in the factory have it even worse," Yang Du said.

The extreme heat sapped his energy further.

His eyes drooped, half-shut, sleepy all day long.

Zhou Peiyu’s lips curled slightly.

She glanced at the stubble emerging on the top of Yang Du’s head.

Her face showed a trace of mischief.

"Could it be because the hair on your head is growing out, you feel even hotter than the rest of us?"

Yang Du touched the stubble on his head and couldn’t help but laugh.

He nodded seriously, "...Maybe, after all, my head isn’t airy anymore."

Lin Tang and the others couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Oh, I get it now, your head used to be airy, that’s quite enlightening," Wang Wen teased.

Lin Tang’s face held a serious annoyance.

"It’s my fault. I should have waited for the cold weather before I gave you the hair growth remedy to spare you from this airtight heat."

Zhou Peiyu spewed out a mouthful of water.

She coughed frantically.

Ding Yi saw this and stood up anxiously from his workstation.

"Comrade Zhou, are you alright?" he asked with concern.

Zhou Peiyu’s cough eased.

Seeing the tender look in her sweetheart’s eyes, her face warmed.

"I’m fine."

Ding Yi moved his lips and said, "Drink slowly."

The others were used to catching the occasional spillover of ’dog food’.

None of them showed much reaction.

Lin Tang thought about those technicians in the factory who stayed in the workshop all day long.

Suddenly, she remembered something she had decided on long ago.

"These past few days have indeed been hot. I was planning on making some Mung Bean Soup in my own name and giving it to the technicians in the factory at noon. What do you think?" she asked.

She admired the factory technicians, represented by Elder Yang.