Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 722: Chapter 722: One Hundred Whips_1 Chapter 722: Chapter 722: One Hundred Whips_1 Xiao Lang came to his senses, his cold face remained expressionless.

“Turn on the TV.”

“Yes, sir!”

Di Sheng turned on the television which was mounted on the wall of the study room. The screen flickered, revealing a man in his fifties.

He was seated at a large desk, dressed in a white shirt and a black vest.

He was Xiao Lang’s father, Xiao Zibin.

Xiao Zibin leaned against his leather rolling chair, holding a cigar between his fingers. His face, filled with vicissitudes, remained cold and emotionless.

His hawk-like eyes were sharp and cold, like a knife, so sharp that no one dared to directly gaze into them.

Xiao Lang stood respectfully in front of the television, bending his body at a right angle. “Father, may I know your orders?”

“Xiao Lang, don’t you know you’ve done something wrong?” Xiao Zibin asked coldly.

Xiao Lang’s eyes twinkled, his face darkened somewhat.

He doesn’t straighten up, “Father, I know I didn’t act according to the plan. Please give me some more time. I promise I’ll complete the task next time.”

In the screen, the man slightly raised his eyes, their color was sharper, more perilous.

“Why didn’t you listen to Doctor Song’s advice, why didn’t you let that girl recover her memory?”

“…” Still maintaining his bent posture, Xiao Lang pursed his lips, not trying to justify himself.

At this point, any explanation would be useless.

“Father, I won’t do it again.”

“Do you know, Xiao Lang? You’ve wasted a lot of my time.”

“I’m sorry…”

“We have been preparing for so many years, and we cannot fail now. Xiao Lang, remember, no matter what, you cannot let emotions cloud your judgment!” Xiao Zibin’s voice was quiet, but it gave an undeniable dangerous and suffocating feeling.

Xiao Lang muttered in a low voice, “I understand.”

“Alright, I’ll give you one more chance. Get yourself disciplined, don’t do foolish things anymore.” Xiao Zibin said, then he turned off the video call.

Xiao Lang straightened his posture, pursed his lips, and began to unbutton his shirt.

His slender fingers slowly undid the buttons, and then he took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor, revealing his solid, wheat-colored upper body.

“Get the whip.” He knelt down and spoke flatly to Di Sheng who stood behind him.

“Young Master …”

“You want to disobey my orders?” Xiao Lang’s voice remained devoid of emotion.

“Yes, sir!” Di Sheng turned to retrieve the whip.

The whip was made of cowhide, it can be coiled several times around a hand, very sturdy.

Di Sheng, holding the handle of the whip, stood behind him. He looked at the faint crossed whip marks on Xiao Lang’s back, hesitating to actually use it.

Xiao Lang dropped his gaze, stating calmly, “One hundred strokes.”

“Young Master, that’s too much!”

“Do it!” Unless there are a hundred strokes, his father won’t be appeased.

This time he disobeyed his father’s order, preventing Yufei from recovering her memory, angering his father.

Without a hundred strokes, his father’s anger won’t subside…

If his father doesn’t calm down, he won’t entrust these matters to him anymore, he would assign someone else to do them.

And the others wouldn’t show the slightest mercy to Yufei.

To protect Yufei to the best of his ability, he could only grit his teeth and endure these hundred strokes…

“Stop dragging, get started!” Xiao Lang said sharply.

Seeing his resolution, Di Sheng had no choice but to raise the whip, and forcefully lash it down!

“Crack — Crack—”

The sound of the whip echoed in the study room, making it seem horrifying, enough to send chills down the spine.

But the study room was soundproofed, so people outside wouldn’t hear the sounds coming from inside.