Chapter 83 actually reveals some resemblance between the couple.

Ji Ting angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Tian Ruomei's eyes were sinister. "I'm talking nonsense? You dare to say that Ji Zhihe back then wasn't your illegitimate son?"

"Didn't you deliberately bribe the doctor to make that premature baby the older brother of Ji Tanyuan's twins? How could you be so heartless as to deliver a 7-month premature baby by C-section?"

"Retribution! It's all retribution." Tian Ruomei was in a frenzy, her hair disheveled; at this moment, she was no different from a madwoman.

"You want to avenge your illegitimate son? Don't you even know if you're qualified? He died because of you, and now the retribution is falling on my son."

Tian Ruomei's eyes widened, filled with hatred. She staggered forward and grabbed Ji Ting's collar. "What did Ziqian do wrong? He's running around for your illegitimate child and personal grudges. If you want to avenge the bastard, go do it yourself. You're a nobody if you make Ziqian do the work."

“The men of your Ji family are all selfish devils.”

Ji Ting grabbed her wrist and flung her away, yelling, "You think I wanted to see this?"

His cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and his face was filled with deep regret and even greater hatred: "Whom did I do all this for?"

Tian Ruomei sat on the ground, crying and then laughing, "Who are you doing this for? Of course, it's for yourself."

Ji Ting lowered his head. "Ruo Mei, I am also heartbroken by what has happened. Someone did it on purpose. I will definitely avenge the child."

Tian Ruomei lowered her eyes, only her shoulders were shaking and she was crying in despair. She hated everyone. The son she raised had died suddenly. They had eaten together just the day before. He died suddenly in a conspiracy.

It's especially ironic that his own father was one of the masterminds behind this conspiracy.

His death was bizarre and absurd, and now he is in so much pain that he is going crazy.

Ji Ting squeezed her shoulder. "Don't repeat what you said today, or I'm finished and you're finished too. Think of Yingying, think of your family."

Ji Ting stood up, staggering a few steps. If he had been full of lofty ambitions in the morning, he was now filled with intense hatred.

Tian Ruomei was right; he actually lost two sons in this incident, two…

He breathed heavily, closed his eyes, and two lines of tears streamed down his pale, deeply lined face. He felt so suffocated that he had nowhere to vent his emotions.

Who should he blame? Who moved Ji Zhihe away and transferred Ji Ziqian instead? Everyone should seek revenge for his child.

He clenched his fists. "There are still people waiting outside. Stop talking nonsense. Ziqian still wants to die in peace, and she still wants us to avenge her."

After saying that, he left.

The second and third sons' families were sitting in the hall of Ji Ting's villa. The news about Ji Ziqian spread too quickly, as if afraid of being suppressed by someone with ulterior motives, and was leaked early on.

Ji Yu was truly shocked when he found out; so much had happened in just three days.

Ji Zhihe died and came back to life, and Ji Ziqian died again.

Ji Yu stood up. "Big brother, have we called the police?"

Ji Ting came downstairs, his face ashen. "I still don't dare. Ziqian has obviously become Zhihe's scapegoat. I'm afraid the other party will make a comeback."

"You mean, someone deliberately made Ziqian a scapegoat for Zhihe? Who did it? And who wants to kill Zhihe?"

Ji Sen asked.

Ji Sen is the third son of the Ji family. He does not hold a position in the Ji family and is not very involved in the affairs of the Ji family. He just receives a share of the profits every year. He also does not participate in or take sides in the affairs of his eldest brother and fourth brother's family. He remains neutral.

Ji Ting kept his eyes closed and didn't speak, but finally burst into tears. Some of his sobs were feigned, but most of them were genuine. Ji Ziqian was his proud son, and he had died so in such a muddled way, at the hands of the powerful.

Shen Xichen killed the wrong person without saying a word, treating people like dirt.

He wiped his face. "I need to go out for a bit."

He walked halfway there, then suddenly stopped at the door. No, he couldn't go to the Shen family's house now; it would be too obvious.

Ji Ting suddenly realized that even at this moment, he was still weighing the pros and cons, even though it concerned the truth about his own son's death.

He clenched his fists. He was going all in. He had to go, he had to let Ziqian rest in peace.

Ji Yu looked at his older brother who wasn't turning around and called out to him, "Brother, where are you going? Are you going to the ancestral hall? All the uncles have gone there."

"You guys go to the fourth brother's place first."

The assistant waiting outside stopped Ji Ting, "Sir, please calm down. I know you want to find Shen Xichen, but you can't go now. Even if you go, he won't recognize you."

Ji Ting: "Then he has to pay the price, or he can't just sit back and do nothing."

He pushed his assistant aside and said, "Get me the car ready."

3 p.m.

Ji Tanyuan and Zhong Yan went to the hospital where Ji Qing was located, but a floor had been sealed off due to a criminal case.

This is a separate case, independent of Sheng Wan's case.

Therefore, Ji Tanyuan moved Ji Zhihe away. The next step, Ji Ziqian being knocked unconscious and brought here, and then murdered, may also be related to Ji Tanyuan. This needs further verification. Before the investigation team could even summon her, Ji Tanyuan appeared with her lawyer.

Three Maybachs stopped in front of the hospital. Then, four bodyguards got out of each of the two cars, and the door of the middle car was opened, and Zhong Yan and Ji Tanyuan got out at the same time.

Two superior faces appeared simultaneously, neither smiling. One had a fair and radiant complexion, naturally red lips, and a gentle, rounded face; the other had sharp, angular features and a fierce, intimidating aura.

Both were wearing long black coats and sunglasses.

Ji Tanyuan's long hair cascaded down her back, lifting slightly as she walked, the hem of her open coat swaying with it, echoing the movements of Zhong Yan, who was much taller than her.

The two looked serious and exuded a strong aura; they even resembled a married couple.