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Guan Qingmo ordered someone to splash water on him to wake him up.
Tan Yan continued to endure.
Finally, Guan Qingmo was willing to bend his precious knee and squatted beside Tan Yan, staring at his dirty face with a thoughtful expression. He had always been attracted to both men and women, and when he was in the mood, he would indulge in a little fun.
It must be said that this little brat was quite in line with his aesthetic, but unfortunately, his character and qualities were utterly deplorable. If they were to play, he was afraid that the hard bones would hurt his teeth.
Guan Qingmo felt a flicker of desire and let his fingers linger on Tan Yan's eyelid.
Tan Yan still held back.
Guan Qingmo slapped him, feeling irritated. Damn it, that private father of his was a fox spirit. He hadn’t paid attention that night when he got drunk, but the more he looked today, the more tempting it became.
Guan Qingmo propped up his cheeks and stood up, making a gesture behind him.
Fine. It would be better to end this early; he didn’t want to delay his plans to vent his frustrations. A flurry of punches rained down on Tan Yan.
He endured it all.
In truth, Tan Yan had zero trust in Guan Miao and didn’t expect her to intervene at all. What could truly turn the tide for him today was the move involving Guan Yao.
Guan Yao—the eldest son of Guan Li's legitimate wife and the first in line for inheritance—should rightfully hold the highest shares and was also Wei Nanxuan's brother-in-law. After enduring for so many years, could he really accept letting the son of a concubine monopolize the inheritance?
Tan Yan's decision to enter the tiger's den as bait was not only to help Guan Yao seize power but also to pave the way for his return home. If he returned recklessly without power or influence now, he would sooner or later be sent away again by Tan Zheng under some pretext.
His father, oh, who knows how many women he has sown his wild oats with, fathering countless illegitimate children.
Tan Zheng was still in his prime, far from completely relinquishing power; he had plenty of time to cultivate a successor he could be proud of.
But Tan Yan's patience was wearing thin. Not every game could be played at someone else's leisurely pace. He endured excruciating pain in his body, fiercely protecting his vital areas, especially his head. Losing his sight was one thing, but there were still people he needed to see clearly.
Day in and day out, he watched, endlessly observing. Then another kick landed squarely on the back of Tan Yan's head.
He reached his limit, enduring until he could no longer bear it. Tan Yan rolled to the side to evade the attack, pushing himself up with calm determination. Based on his earlier assessment, he quickly gauged the specific positions and numbers of his opponents and began a brutal counterattack.
Tan Yan was nothing like Guan Qingmo, that idle young master; he had a wide range of skills from a young age and learned everything with remarkable talent. Horseback riding, fencing, martial arts, skiing, rowing, diving—he excelled in all these sports.
He didn’t engage in these activities for social entertainment; they were part of his training regimen. Thus, Tan Yan's athleticism was exceptional. Dealing with Guan Qingmo was more than enough for him.
The reason Tan Yan swallowed his pride was not to feign weakness but to let Guan Yao see just how awkward his situation was. How could Guan Li feel secure leaving the bulk of his inheritance to such a useless son?
After years of being trampled by a horde of concubines and failing to win his father's favor, he had finally managed to wear the old man down. Yet now it seemed that all the inheritance would be snatched away by illegitimate children.
Don’t be a coward, Guan Yao.
"Stop!"
The stench of blood filled his nostrils, making him feel nauseous as the world spun around him.
Finally, Tan Yan heard the voice he had been longing for. He smirked subtly and stepped away from whatever he had inadvertently stepped on.
Guan Qingmo cried out in pain, his face nearly being crushed under Tan Yan's foot. Hearing his father's voice felt like finding a lifeline.
He had never experienced such humiliation before. With tears in his eyes and blood pooling in his mouth, he was determined to kill this mad dog.
“Dad! Help me kill him!”
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