Ji Zhiyuan felt that now Sang Qian would certainly tell the truth. Looking down at her from his superior height, he demanded, "Was it that unfilial son who conspired with you on this? And who from the hotel collaborated with you all?"
Sang Qian, pale-faced and sweating profusely as she lay on the ground, took a few seconds to gather her strength to prop herself up and then, looking up at Ji Zhiyuan, she said, "You're so focused on edging out Ji Chengzhou that you don't realize the truly ruthless and ambitious person is actually Ji Yuanhang. Everything tonight was his doing; we all fell into his trap."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Miaotong is carrying Yuanhang's child – would he really harm his own child? You're just grasping at straws without thinking," Ji Zhiyuan said, instantly seething with rage as he raised the rattan whip and lashed it down on Sang Qian again.
With the pain, Sang Qian's hands clenched tightly.
