Even More Money Won't Do

Su Jiu was terrified. Su Sheng's expression had never been this ugly before, nor had he ever tied him up like this.

"Dad, Dad, I didn't do it on purpose last night! I accidentally pressed the laser pointer's switch. Everyone in my class plays with those laser pointers! Dad, don't hit me—I'm your only son!" Su Jiu wailed as he desperately tried to defend himself.

When Su Sheng heard that Su Jiu still refused to admit his mistake, he ignored his howls completely, pulled the Hermès belt from around his waist, and viciously whipped Su Jiu.

Su Jiu cried out in agony, tears and snot streaming down his face. His two fair, chubby bare legs were covered in swollen red welts.

At first, Su Jiu still howled, "Ahh! It hurts so much! Grandma! Mom! Save me! Dad's going to beat me to death! Help!"

Seeing that Su Jiu still dared to call for Duan Qing and Yao Yun, Su Sheng grew even angrier, and his blows naturally became even more vicious.

"You little bastard! You still dare mention your grandmother and mother? You nearly blinded both of them, and they're lying in the hospital right now! Go ahead, cry! Scream! Even if you scream your throat raw today, no one will come protect you! You're so young, yet your heart is already this vicious. Luckily your sister is fine—otherwise, I'd really beat you to death today. Let's see if you still dare harbor filthy thoughts toward your sister in the future..." Su Sheng cursed as he beat him, growing angrier with every strike.

To Su Sheng, Su Ningwei was the precious daughter he cherished most, the crystallization of his love with Song Ning. Su Jiu, meanwhile, had been an accident born after he was drugged while drunk. Other than money,