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Capítulo 828: Chapter 501: Devil Huo’s Moral Education, Fifth Master Throwing Shade at Third Brother? (4th Update)

Inside the private room, everyone’s gaze was focused on Huo Ran.

“I…” Huo Ran wanted to explain himself, to say it was his own fault, and try to muddle through.

Huo Qinqi squinted and asked, “How many people were on the other side?”

“Brother, it was my own carelessness…”

“How many people?” Huo Qinqi pressed, his attitude strong and harsh.

Huo Ran was already afraid of him and trembled, instinctively looking at Shen Shuci for help.

“Don’t look at her, look at me!”

“Everything’s been taken care of,” Jiang Jinsang stated bluntly.

Yet, Huo Qinqi still stared at Huo Ran, clearly unfazed by Jiang Jinsang’s intervention, “Huo Ran, I want to hear it from you.”

“Actually, it’s pretty simple. Someone was drunk and spoke recklessly, and Huo Ran got into a fight with them. I happened to see it, but Huo Ran didn’t suffer much, and everything’s been resolved.” Eventually, Shen Shuci stepped in, standing between the two brothers.

Huo Qinqi had to give face to his wife, so he didn’t pursue it further.

It left Huo Ran almost wanting to hug Shen Shuci and cry; she felt like a merciful savior to him.

…

In front of Shen Shuci, Huo Qinqi naturally wouldn’t explode. After everything was over and he sent her back to Left Bank Garden, he brought Huo Ran home.

Before leaving, Shen Shuci reminded Huo Qinqi that it wasn’t all Huo Ran’s fault and told him not to get physical.

“Brother… aren’t you spending the night with sister-in-law?” Huo Ran was on the verge of tears.

Despite suggestions about being belligerent when drunk, Huo Qinqi merely wanted some excuse to spend time with Shen Shuci. Of course, a man who manages that isn’t exactly drunk, nor would he get himself wasted.

Given the commotion Huo Ran caused, Shen Shuci could tell he wasn’t drunk; there was no chance to use that excuse, and with Huo Ran in trouble, he couldn’t focus on anything else.

Huo Qinqi understood the situation and knew he might’ve been too impulsive. He called Huo Ran to his room but didn’t say anything else, just stared at him…

His cold face looked like a plague deity, reeking of alcohol, with eyes flaring red from its burn.

Huo Ran stood inside, cold sweat crawling down his back.

“Brother, I know fighting is wrong. Why don’t you hit me a few times to vent?”

Just staring without a word scared him deeply.

“Brother, don’t be like this.” Huo Ran almost cried.

“Go back.”

“…” Not getting hit? Happiness was too sudden.

But then came a thunderbolt out of the blue:

“Tomorrow, submit a ten-thousand-word apology letter to me, handwritten, sincere, no using Baidu, no plagiarism, no filler.”

Huo Ran was dumbfounded. He was never academic-minded, and as a kid, writing practice sheets were torture—writing an apology, ten thousand words? Wasn’t this pushing him to the brink?

“Brother, if you’re mad, just beat me up!”

“I promised your sister-in-law, no hitting you, so I’m giving you moral education.”

“…”

“Right, and I can’t stand spelling mistakes. For each mistake, write that character a hundred times until you know it well.”

“…”

The Huo Family thought Huo Ran was doomed this time, surely in for a beating. Unexpectedly, nothing happened inside, and when Huo Ran emerged, his expression was worse than if he’d been beaten.

“He didn’t lay a finger on him. Why the forlorn look?”

“It might be psychological torment.”

“Poor thing.”

Huo Ran didn’t sleep a wink, and by the next day, he hadn’t penned the apology, even sought help in a group chat. Those unhelpful brothers simply replied:

[If you were beaten, we’d send medicine. Apology letter? That’s on you, good luck.]

Some even sent him “Apology Letter Collection,” “Hottest Apology Letter Templates,” and “How to Write an Excellent Apology Letter”…

They wrapped up with:

[Ranran, we’ve helped as much as we can, it’s up to you now.]

Driven mad, Huo Ran went down to breakfast with a messy mop of hair and dark circles.

“Brother, I really can’t do it.” Huo Ran was tearful.

Huo Qinqi stated, “A man can’t say he can’t.”

“…” Huo Ran gritted his teeth, “But I really can’t write it?”

“Drink more six walnuts juice for brain power, then you can write it.”

In short, there was no muddling through this.

…

After that night, it was as if nothing ever happened. Though drunken words led to this, Huo Ran threw the first punch, none were innocent, all learned their lesson, so no one clung to it.