Qi Wenwei lay on the bed, thinking of his tragically deceased mother, and then of today, how Anning had caused him to lose face and even struck him hard. He couldn't help but break into uncontrollable tears.
He had hit Qi Wenshao, but in the end, he received even more beating than Qi Wenshao did.
Now, Qi Wenwei did not even dare to move, as every movement brought pain to his whole body.
He clenched his teeth, tears streaming down, filled with immense hatred in his heart.
Qi Rui did not go to see Qi Wenwei; instead, he was talking to Anning.
"How could you be so cruel with your beatings?"
Qi Rui had some complaints against Anning, too. For the sake of a bastard, she had beaten their son to such a state, and he was certainly heartbroken.
Thinking of Zhou Zhenniang's tragic death due to his own cowardice, and considering Zhou Zhenniang had only just died, and Anning had beaten Qi Wenwei, he felt even more heartache for Qi Wenwei and was particularly displeased with Anning.
