The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

“Pah!”

A loud bang exploded in the quiet room.

Tang Aijun was so frightened that he trembled and froze.

Niu Dayong stared at him, his big eyes wide, his voice stern: "Who are you? Are you Tang Qu?!"

Tang Aijun's face turned even paler, and he stammered, "I...I am Tang Qu's son. My name is Tang Aijun."

"Why isn't Tang Qu here?!" Niu Dayong slammed his fist on the table again, making an even louder noise.

Tang Aijun shrank back, "My dad... my dad had a high blood pressure attack and was taken away by ambulance. He... he can't come..."

hypertension?

Qi Weiwei sneered inwardly.

Tang Qu does indeed have high blood pressure.

In his previous life, when he was seventy-four years old, he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and became paralyzed on one side.

At that time, Zhang Qingtian immediately moved away, saying that she "could not live with the illness."

At that time, Qi Weiwei had not yet become completely successful. She saved money and hired a caregiver, and whenever she had time, she would personally take care of Tang Qu.

But that old bastard Tang Qu would deliberately urinate on the bed when Qi Weiwei came to his door.

She cleaned and washed him, but he deliberately smeared feces and urine on her, calling her a "slut" and a "jinx," saying that he got sick because of her.

She will never forget those humiliations and disgusting experiences.

Now, Tang Qu is using high blood pressure as an excuse again?

Feigning illness?

Or is he really sick?

But regardless, she could tell that this was a delaying tactic.

Perhaps once things calm down, the old fox will come up with other wicked tricks again.

Qi Weiwei put down her teacup, clenched her fists, and her nails dug deep into her palms.

Tang Aijun had recovered by this time. When he saw Qi Weiwei, his eyes lit up, and he took two steps forward, softening his voice:

"Weiwei, you've lost weight."

His tone and his eyes made it seem as if they were still a loving couple, and he was just returning from a business trip and offering a concerned greeting.

Qi Weiwei stared at him, at the face she had once loved to the point of obsession, at the eyes that had once captivated her.

Then, she stood up.

Step by step, he walked up to Tang Aijun.

As Tang Aijun watched her approach, a sliver of expectation stirred within him—Weiwei still cared about him; seeing him arrive, she had come over on her own initiative.

He even forced what he thought was a heartfelt smile: "Weiwei, I...I really want to..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Qi Weiwei opened her mouth and spat directly onto his face.

Thick, tea-flavored saliva hit the bridge of his nose and trickled down his cheeks.

Tang Aijun was stunned.

He blinked, still not quite understanding—

"Slap! Slap!"

Two resounding slaps landed on his face, one on each side.

The force was so great that Tang Aijun's head tilted to the side and he almost fell over.

My cheeks were burning, my ears were ringing, and I was seeing stars.

He covered his face, staring at Qi Weiwei in disbelief.

Qi Weiwei stood in front of him, her chest heaving violently, her eyes red as if they were about to bleed.

But she didn't cry; she just stared at him intently, her eyes filled with an intense, unyielding hatred.

Niu Dayong watched from the side, raising an eyebrow with interest.

Ling Heping had already given him a general overview of Qi Weiwei and the Tang family's situation.

After all, the idea of ​​switching two children in succession is something that has never been heard of in the entire city of Beijing in all these years.

Niu Dayong had handled many cases, but this was the first time he had ever encountered one so vicious and bizarre.

He originally thought that Qi Weiwei should be a weak, stupid, and easily deceived woman—otherwise, how could she have been fooled for so many years?

But right now, looking at Qi Weiwei, at her eyes, her movements, and the ferocity with which she hits people…

Niu Dayong felt that this woman was not simple.

Moreover, this Tang Aijun... Niu Dayong sized him up.

Thin, haggard, with unfocused eyes and a sleazy demeanor.

Although his features were fairly regular, he was definitely not so handsome as to be outrageously handsome.

It’s weird.

How could a man like that completely fool Qi Weiwei?

Tang Aijun was hit, but he neither dodged nor avoided it.

He lowered his hands from his face, and surprisingly leaned forward again, looking at Qi Weiwei with that affectionate, self-perceived, and very touching gaze:

"Weiwei, you hitting me proves you still care about me. You still have me in your heart, right? Weiwei, I'm actually very happy, you know? Hit me, as long as you calm down, you can hit me however you want..."

His words were sincere and heartfelt, and coupled with his swollen face, he did indeed look rather pitiful.

If it were the old Qi Weiwei, she might have softened her heart.

But now—

Qi Weiwei turned around abruptly and snatched the belt from Niu Dayong's hand!

Caught off guard, Niu Dayong found his belt snatched away.

He paused for a moment, but didn't stop them. He simply took a step back, crossed his arms, and continued watching the show.

Qi Weiwei gripped the belt, flicked her wrist, and the belt drew an arc in the air before lashing down hard!

“Pah!”

The belt buckle struck Tang Aijun squarely in the mouth.

It was a brass belt buckle with sharp edges and barbs.

Tang Aijun screamed and covered his mouth as he squatted down.

Blood gushed from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground. He loosened his grip, revealing a large gash in his lip, the flesh turned inside out, and his mouth smeared with blood.

"Weiwei..." he mumbled, tears and snot streaming down his face, "You...you can hit me, I deserve it. But after you calm down, we still need to live a good life together. All those dirty deeds were done by Tang Tiantian, I knew nothing about them. Weiwei, even though your two daughters are gone, we can still have more children. Let's have two more, no, three, okay?"

Qi Weiwei didn't say anything.

She raised the belt and struck again.

"Snapped!"

It hit my shoulder.

"Snapped!"

It hit my back.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Each strike was heavier and more brutal than the last.

Tang Aijun initially held his head and squatted on the ground, trembling.

He thought Qi Weiwei was just venting her anger, that hitting her a few times would be enough.

After all, she used to love him so much and obey him so much.

But gradually, he sensed that something was wrong.

Qi Weiwei's fighting style... wasn't about venting her anger.

It seems like she really wants to kill him!

Moreover, she specifically targeted vital areas—the head, neck, spine, kidneys…

Every slap of the belt carried a deadly force.

Tang Aijun was scared.

He staggered to his feet, trying to back away, trying to hide.

But the house is only so big, where can he hide?

What alarmed him even more was that the two people next to him—the soldier and the police chief—just stood by and watched, without making any attempt to stop them!

Director Niu was even leisurely drinking tea!

"Help...help me..." Tang Aijun finally cried out, his voice hoarse, "She's going to beat me to death...Aren't you...are you going to do anything about it...?"

However, nobody paid him any attention.