Zhang Xueyao clutched her aching belly and stood up from the ground, grabbing the coat that had fallen on the sofa and throwing it on, her gaze as sharp as a knife directed at Lu Jingwei: "It must be you, you little bitch, stirring things up, wanting to take my place, isn't that it? I'm telling you, don't even think about it."
"You've already made a fool of me, and you dare dream of holding onto the mistress's position. I'm divorcing you today."
Wang Ke pulled Lu Jingwei over to Zhang Xueyao and yanked her hair, giving her another severe beating, and of course the young guy nearby didn't escape either.
The blood splattered onto the wooden floor, leaving Zhang Xueyao bruised and swollen, lying motionless, while the young man also couldn't escape his own fate of being beaten.
Wang Ke finally felt his relief: "This is the consequence of betraying me."
