Wang Mei hesitated, momentarily at a loss for how to respond. Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, when Cheng Zhiwei came home covered in blood that day, she could guess that it was related to her inability to eat.
But she couldn't say it.
Seeing her hesitant expression, the usually gentle Cheng Zhiyin's demeanor turned sarcastic, "It must be related to Zhou Lin, after all. Zhiwei's fever and loss of appetite are all aftermaths of Zhou Lin's torment."
"Miss Zhiyin."
"You don't need to explain for him. I have eyes and can see. If Zhou Lin had even a bit of patience with Zhiwei, he wouldn't treat her so harshly." Cheng Zhiyin thought about it and felt heartbroken. Cheng Zhiwei was still feverish and even had injuries on her forehead. This harsh method only worsened Cheng Zhiwei's already frail body.
Even if she can eat again, does that erase the harm he has caused Cheng Zhiwei?
In the end, Zhou Lin has never treated Cheng Zhiwei as his wife.
