RMBLCUCS – Chapter 45: Tang Rong Gets Beaten Again

The moment Tang Mo heard that his mother had been angered to the point of fainting, he charged forward without hesitation. As soon as he reached Tang Rong, he threw himself at him, landing punches and kicks in a fit of unrestrained rage.

From the side, Xin An pretended to intervene, but in reality, she only fanned the flames further.

“Stop! Stop! Eldest Brother didn’t come here to pressure Mother! He didn’t mean to force her into a difficult position! You must stop!”

Her words perfectly guided Tang Mo’s attack, giving him an even stronger justification to continue beating Tang Rong. His fists fell even harder and faster, and he shouted between blows—

“Tang Rong, how dare you! What exactly do you want? My mother has treated you better than she’s treated me! What more do you want? She’s sick, and you come here to plead for forgiveness? Do you want everyone outside to think she mistreated you? Are you even human? Do you have any conscience left?!”

The courtyard erupted into chaos. Servants cried out in shock, voices overlapping in a mix of panic and pleading. Meanwhile, Xin An stood to the side, watching the show with bright, observant eyes, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

By the time Tang Gang was summoned back to the residence, Tang Rong had already been beaten to the ground, his entire body disheveled and miserable beyond words. Tang Mo, eyes burning with fury, looked like a wild wolf cub who had finally turned savage.

And since things had already escalated, he decided to go all the way.

Seeing Tang Gang enter, he threw all caution aside and shouted recklessly—

“Yes, I did it! I beat your precious son! Kill me if you want! Go on, beat me to death!”

He lunged toward Tang Gang, yelling for him to strike him down, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Tang Gang staggered back a few steps, feeling a sudden wave of dizziness. It was Gān Lù, the trusted maid of Old Madame Tang, who finally stepped in to restore order.

“Summon a physician to treat the Heir’s injuries.”

“Marquis, the Old Madame requests your immediate presence at Spring Glory Hall.”

“Second Young Madam, the Old Madame asks that you calm the Second Young Master and temporarily oversee household affairs.”

The excitement that had filled Xin An moments ago immediately faded into composure. She had been so tempted to land a few punches herself, but now she nodded seriously—

“Please assure Grandmother, I will take care of everything.”

Gān Lù gestured politely for Tang Gang to leave. He took a deep breath before following, listening as Xin An’s voice rang behind him—

“Quickly, take the Heir back to his courtyard! Summon the physician at once!”

She turned to Tang Mo and instructed firmly, “Go inside and stay with Mother.”

Once Tang Mo was settled, Xin An officially took over the household. With years of experience managing a household in her previous life, she took command effortlessly.

The first order—close the residence gates to visitors.

The second—gather all stewards from each section of the household and strictly order them to silence their subordinates. No one was to speak a word about what had happened that day.

The third—punish those who had abandoned their duties just to watch the commotion, making an example of them.

Once everything was in order, she finally returned to Wang Shi’s courtyard.

Inside, Wang Shi sighed, shaking her head. “See? The moment I stop yielding, he immediately forces me to the edge.”

She was still disheartened, because despite everything, she had once truly cared for Tang Rong. But today, he had come kneeling not out of sincerity—but to use her as a stepping stone to clear his own name.

“What a scheming little fox our dear Heir is,” she murmured bitterly.

If not for Xin An ruining his plan, by now, word would have spread all over the capital—that she, the stepmother, had forced her stepson into a corner, refusing to forgive him until he was forced to kneel in front of her.

Both Wang Shi and Tang Mo looked like defeated roosters, clearly wounded by the realization of just how calculating Tang Rong truly was.

Xin An shook her head silently.

It was always those who had once cared that got hurt the most.

Neither Tang Mo nor Wang Shi were truly wicked. Even in the past, Wang Shi had never tried to harm Tang Rong, and Tang Mo’s grievances had always been about fairness, not greed. They were far from villains—but today, they had learned the harsh reality of who Tang Rong really was.

“Mother, you should rest for a while,” Xin An suggested. “Grandmother will surely want to speak with you later. You’ll need your strength for what’s coming.”

With so much chaos today, their planned trip to the estate would surely be postponed. Xin An sighed in disappointment.

Wang Shi, exhausted from both crying and scheming, finally admitted her fatigue.

“You two should get some rest as well,” she told them. “If your father dares cause trouble for either of you, send someone to fetch me at once.”

Tang Mo stood up and reassured her before stepping outside with Xin An. As they walked out, he rubbed his sore wrist, muttering, “I didn’t hold back just now… I’ve been wanting to beat him for years.”

Meanwhile, at Spring Glory Hall, Old Madame Tang sat, her expression grim.

She firmly believed that everything that had happened today was Tang Gang’s own doing.

If only he had shown even a little more fairness toward Tang Mo, this would never have happened.

“You fear the Heir will suffer grievances, so you guard against Wang Shi. You fear the Second Son will compete for the title, so you suppress him at every turn. You think you’re maintaining peace within the Marquisate, but instead, you’ve only made things worse.”

“In the past, the residence was peaceful only because Wang Shi and her son endured in silence. But you kept pushing them, and now they refuse to tolerate it any longer. Today’s incident may not seem like much, but if you continue down this path, chaos will plague this household every single day.”

“Wang Shi caused a scene today. Tell me, how will your eldest son and his wife face her from now on?”

Tang Gang wiped a hand across his face. He had never expected Wang Shi’s reaction to be so extreme. He had thought she would hold a grudge, but he hadn’t imagined she would explode so violently.

He had assumed that, as always, a few gestures of compensation would be enough to placate her. Hadn’t that always been the case before?

“Mother, please advise me.”

Old Madame Tang sighed. “Tonight, sit down and have an honest conversation with Wang Shi. You must soften her heart. Tomorrow, I will take her to the estate for a short stay. Once she’s in better spirits, this matter will pass. When you return, Tang Rong must apologize to her. After the stunt he pulled today, he deserved that beating.”

“In the future, if you —as a husband and father— can show even a shred of fairness, incidents like today will not happen again.”

Tang Gang nodded weakly. When Wang Shi lost control, he had no way of handling her.

“I’ll go check on her,” he muttered. “Or… maybe I should check on the Heir first.”

“Go quickly,” Old Madame Tang ordered.

As he walked away, she thought to herself—this was what happened when you bullied a patient person for too long.

When a gentle person finally snapped, even the Marquis of Wei Yuan had no idea how to deal with it.

Old Madame Tang urged Tang Gang to go quickly, all the while thinking to herself—this is what happens when you push an honest person too far.

For years, he had taken advantage of Wang Shi’s tolerance, but now that she had finally snapped, he was the one retreating in fear.

She didn’t even know how to describe him anymore.

And as she thought about it, she couldn’t help but reflect—if she had listened to the Old Marquis all those years ago and let Tang Gang follow him to war, instead of keeping him in the capital and raising him herself with her limited knowledge, perhaps things would have turned out differently.

“I suffered because of my lack of education.”

Before she had married the Old Marquis, she hadn’t even been literate. At the time, she had thought knowing how to count money was already impressive—who could have imagined that she would one day rise so high?

She sighed, reflecting deeply on her past shortcomings, but what was the point? It was too late now.

Meanwhile, in Spring Blossom Courtyard, Xin An sauntered boldly into Tang Rong’s room, walking straight up to his bedside.

With a look of feigned concern, she turned to the physician and asked, “Doctor, these injuries seem worse than before. Will there be any scars?”

Tang Rong, who had already been badly beaten, had now been pummeled yet again—wounds upon wounds. The word miserable barely did him justice.

Xin An, however, felt completely at ease.

The physician cupped his hands and replied, “They are still only external injuries—they may look severe, but his bones remain unharmed.”

Xin An nodded thoughtfully, pretending to be relieved. “It seems Eldest Brother is truly in excellent health—such resilience puts my mind at ease.”

To be beaten three times in just a few days yet still not suffer any lasting damage—wasn’t that proof of a strong and sturdy body?

“Be sure to use only the best medicine,” she added. “Money is not an issue. Wounds on the body can heal in time, but injuries on the face must recover as soon as possible. I leave him in your care, Doctor.”

The physician nodded solemnly. “Rest assured, Second Young Madam. If the Heir applies the medicinal ointments from the Imperial Medical Bureau, his facial injuries should heal within seven days.”

Just earlier, he had been told it would take half a month—now, it had suddenly shrunk to seven days.

Tang Rong took a deep breath, his face twitching with frustration.

He was certain—even the doctor had been bought by the enemy.