"Uncle Zhao hit my uncle? So, you knew about Uncle..." Song Weiyi's words were cut off by Zhao Mengmeng before she could finish.
"How could I not know? Yesterday, Pei Chengde pulled off quite a feat, making my dad furious."
Then, in a casual tone, she relayed what Pei Chengde had done.
Song Weiyi suddenly stood up.
"How could he do such a thing?" Her entire body shook violently with anger.
"He didn't succeed," Zhao Mengmeng said, her once stone-cold heart feeling a trace of warmth upon hearing those words.
"I almost killed the doctor, forcing her to lie for me. To be honest, at that time, I thought about just breaking everything, since this child has caused me nothing but suffering since I got pregnant. If I had gone along with Pei Chengde's wishes, it could have been a release."
But the thought of Pei Chengde forcing her with such methods left Zhao Mengmeng ultimately unable to calm her feelings.
Afterwards, that became her last resort.
