"Song Qingyou!"

Song Qingyou had just come out of the second-floor restroom when she heard a desperate scream behind her.

She frowned, ignored him, and walked straight ahead.

Seeing that she didn't hear her, Lin Niaoniao suddenly ran towards Song Qingyou like a madwoman and grabbed her slender arm.

Her eyes were filled with extreme, almost manic emotions: "You just can't stand seeing Ting Shen and me together, so you deliberately ruined our wedding today! You're the one who put those photos there, aren't you!"

Song Qingyou felt a sharp pain from being pinched, and turned back to look at her with a cold gaze: "Let go."

Lin Niaoniao not only didn't let go, but instead pulled even tighter: "You ruined me, and I'll ruin you too!"

Song Qingyou covered her lips with one hand and coughed violently, tears welling up in her eyes.

Her patience ran out, and she forcefully pried open Lin Niaoniao's fingers, her voice cold: "I was just giving her a taste of her own medicine. Besides, I helped you collect evidence of your husband's infidelity. You should be thanking me."

"You ruined my wedding, and you expect me to thank you?" Lin Niaoniao's face turned sinister, and she suddenly laughed.

Song Qingyou had no intention of reasoning with someone like Lin Niaoniao, so she turned around and prepared to leave.

Lin Niaoniao stared at the slender figure in front of her. The stairs were right in front of her. If she fell from there, she would be crippled even if she didn't die.

Lin Niaoniao's dark eyes held the thickest malice and hatred in the world: "Song Qingyou, you half-dead trash should have gone to hell long ago!"

After saying that, she suddenly lunged at Song Qingyou, her eyes fierce.

A gust of wind swept past from behind, and Song Qingyou paused slightly, quickly shifting her body to the side.

Lin Niaoniao missed her target and fell uncontrollably down the stairs, rolling once before landing on the ground. Crimson blood bloomed beneath her, staining a large area red.

"Ah!" Lin Niaoniao curled up in pain and screamed when she saw the blood all over the ground.

Song Qingyou stood at the corner, looking stunned.

The commotion was so great that almost everyone was drawn over. When they saw Lin Niaoniao lying in a pool of blood, they were all shocked, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.

Fu Wenzhou was the first to arrive. Ignoring Lin Niaoniao lying on the ground, he quickly went upstairs, grabbed Song Qingyou's wrist, and looked her up and down, his expression tense: "How are you? Did that madman hurt you?"

Song Qingyou shook her head slightly, her gaze falling on Lin Niaoniao, who was surrounded by the crowd.

She just instinctively dodged, not expecting to fall, much less lose her child because of it...

Fu Wenzhou pulled her into his arms, his broad body shielding her, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Don't look, you're sick and can't see blood, it's bad luck."

Song Qingyou's eyelashes trembled slightly; for the first time in front of so many people, she did not push Fu Wenzhou away.

Someone in the crowd dialed 120. Qin You cried her heart out when she saw that her grandson was about to lose an inheritance. Fu Changlin stood to the side with a dark face.

Fu Tingshen stepped forward and hugged Lin Niaoniao, his emotions hidden in his eyes: "Don't worry, the ambulance will be here soon!"

Lin Niaoniao was carried horizontally, her hands gripping his sleeves. Her eyes swept over Song Qingyou, a flash of resentment passing through them.

This child was born with Down syndrome, and she never intended to keep the baby. She planned to fake a miscarriage at the right time and now she could use that opportunity to push the child onto Song Qingyou!

A sinister and malicious smile appeared on Lin Niaoniao's lips, but it vanished in an instant.

A tear fell but didn't touch the ground, catching on the corner of her eye. She looked both grief-stricken and pitiful: "It was Song Qingyou who pushed me. She killed our child!"

A seemingly casual remark has dragged Song Qingyou into a media storm.

All eyes turned to her, some with suspicion, some with contempt, some with anger, and some with disbelief.

Unsurprisingly, everyone turned their anger towards her.

"Pushing a pregnant woman downstairs out of jealousy is just too cruel."

"I never imagined that the youngest daughter of the Song family would be so vicious, actually harming a child!"

"It's really hard to believe that someone who's usually so gentle and delicate is actually so..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, she was even hugging her husband's nephew. Who knows if the two of them were having an affair while still married? How shameless."

Fu Tingshen naturally heard it too, and the words about having sex while still married stung his nerves.

He stared at Song Qingyou with anger and disappointment: "What did Niao Niao do to hurt her like this! Do you know that she is in poor health and can never get pregnant again? You not only killed our only child, but you also took away her right to be a mother! Song Qingyou, you are so cruel!"

Lin Niaoniao revealed a smug smile, nestled in Fu Tingshen's arms, and looked at Song Qingyou with a sinister and provocative gaze.

Song Qingyou's eyes were extremely calm. The guilt she felt earlier for causing Lin Niaoniao's miscarriage by avoiding her had disappeared. She simply said, "I didn't push her."

"You did it but don't dare to admit it. I'm really disappointed in you!" Fu Tingshen looked heartbroken.

Fu Wenzhou looked at him coldly: "What right do you have to be disappointed in her?"

An elder of the Fu family couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to criticize: "Wenzhou, everyone saw that it was Song Qingyou who pushed her downstairs. You shouldn't help her anymore. Besides, Fu Tingshen is a member of the Fu family. Why are you helping an outsider?"

Fu Wenzhou's lips curled into a sinister smile, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Oh? I'd like to know who saw it."

His cold gaze swept over the crowd, and for a moment no one dared to step forward.

Seeing his arrogant attitude, the elders of the Fu family angrily said, "Fu Wenzhou! Our Fu family line is gone, and you're still protecting this woman!"

"Even if the Heavenly King himself came, I would protect her." Fu Wenzhou sneered, "I remember your spendthrift son was still wasting his life at the Fu family, wasn't he?"

The elders of the Fu family immediately fell silent.

Fu Wenzhou scoffed: "Don't take yourself too seriously. You're only my uncle if I call you that. If I don't, you're nothing."

The elders of the Fu family were so angry that their beards stood on end, but they were helpless against him.

The sound of an ambulance wailed outside. Fu Tingshen carried Lin Niaoniao into the car, and the wedding turned into a complete farce.

Those who were supposed to leave have already left.

Fu Wenzhou lifted Song Qingyou up by the waist, his palm supporting her buttocks; the posture looked exactly like he was holding a child.

Song Qingyou was startled and instinctively pulled away. The man slapped her buttocks: "Don't rub against me."

She immediately became obedient, and only after Fu Wenzhou placed her on the hotel bed did she whisper, "I didn't push her."

For some reason, she didn't want Fu Wenzhou to misunderstand her.

Fu Wenzhou poured her a cup of hot water, squatted down in front of her, and lifted her chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him at eye level.

His voice was deep and hoarse: "So what if you pushed him? With me here, those people won't dare to do anything to you."

Song Qingyou's breath hitched.

Does this mean he doesn't believe in himself?