The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

Seeing that Chen Yi’s father had struck him over a dozen times with no intention of stopping, his mother panicked and stepped forward to shield Chen Yi behind her.

"Enough already, the child is grown up; do you really need to beat him like he’s still a little boy?"

Chen Yi’s father, too, was tired from the beating, leaning on the teaching stick and gasping for air, his eyes brimming with anger, disappointment, and a sentiment akin to hating iron for not becoming steel.

"You get a little respect from others, they call you a writer, and you’re so full of yourself that you neglect your wife and family for an affair, you think you’re something, huh? Do you really believe you’ll earn the reputation of a charming scholar?"

Chen Yi hung his head, "I never thought that."

Chen Yi’s mother turned to look at him, persuading earnestly and kindly, "Xiaoyi, listen to me, break it off with that woman. If this blows up, it won’t be good for you, and our Chen Family will be the talk of the town. You’ve finally made something of yourself; don’t lose your way and destroy your future."

Chen Liang also advised, "Yes, big brother, your wife is so good to you. When Xiaolu and Xiaochao were born, she nearly lost her life; you really can’t let her down."

Chen Yi gave a bitter smile, "Even you guys don’t believe me? I really have ended it with her; she has gone back to Hang City. She won’t come to Fengcheng again. The day before yesterday, our meeting was just to say goodbye, nothing more."

Yi Ling couldn’t help but mutter, "You can’t blame your wife for not believing you; after all, you do have a history."

Chen Yi said nothing, head still hanging low.