Chapter 236 You're Pregnant

Song Jinfeng pressed on, her voice rising eight octaves, "Qiao Wanyin, explain yourself clearly! What do you mean by 'old acquaintance'? Did you know each other before? When did that happen?"

Qiao Wanyin's throat tightened, and she forced herself to steady her breathing.

She didn't want to cause a bigger disturbance in this place and at this time, and she didn't want Lin Zhiming's appearance to disrupt the peace she had worked so hard to maintain.

So she forced herself to remain calm and said in a low voice, "Mom, you should leave now. The car is waiting. We can talk about these things later. There's no rush."

Lin Zhiming, however, remained unhurried, as if he had anticipated her reaction.

He chuckled softly and slowly pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his inner suit pocket. The edges of the paper were slightly yellowed, indicating that it was quite old.

He held it between his fingertips and shook it gently, his voice low and clear: "Ah Qing, you left in such a hurry, have you forgotten about our... agreement?"

The moment Qiao Wanyin's gaze fell on the paper, her pupils contracted sharply, and her breath seemed to stop for a moment.

Her fingertips were icy cold, her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, and she could barely move.

That was an IOU she wrote herself!

"What agreement?"

Song Jinfeng frowned, her voice tinged with wariness and unease, her gaze fixed on the piece of paper in Lin Zhiming's hand.

Lin Zhiming said gently, "Ah Qing is having some financial difficulties lately and borrowed HKD 50,000 from me, saying that..."

He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, his gaze sweeping over Qiao Wanyin's pale face.

He lowered his voice, but everyone in the room could hear him clearly: "Commander Fu needs to be given a breakup fee."

This sentence was like a block of ice, suddenly smashed into the air of the room, stirring up a silent ripple.

"What?!"

Song Jinfeng suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh screech. Her face flushed crimson, and her voice trembled. "Qiao Wanyin, you...you actually did this behind my son's back?!"

"Mom, please don't get agitated. It's not what you think!"

Qiao Wanyin hurriedly explained, her heart pounding and her palms already sweating.

She bit her lip, trying to appear calm, but her fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably.

She never expected Lin Zhiming to appear at this time.

Everything happened so suddenly, like a blow to the back of the head—Fu Li'an was still lying unconscious in the hospital, and his mother-in-law, Song Jinfeng, hadn't left yet either; the atmosphere at home was already tense.

We're truly surrounded by enemies, with wolves in front and tigers behind, and besieged on all sides.

A smug glint flashed in Fang Xiaoju's eyes, and a faint yet glaringly cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. She immediately added fuel to the fire, saying, "Auntie, I warned you long ago that this kind of country girl has no good intentions. I think she's only after Mr. Lin's money, deliberately putting on a pitiful act, while secretly having an affair with someone..."

"Shut up!"

Qiao Wanyin suddenly interrupted sharply, her voice so shrill it seemed to tear the air apart.

Her eyes were wide open, her chest heaving violently, and she looked like a wild beast forced to the edge of a cliff.

Realizing she had acted too impulsively, she quickly took a breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and when she opened them again, she had tried her best to suppress her anger and calm herself down, saying, "Mom, I can explain this clearly. Please believe me this once."

"Explain yourself?"

Song Jinfeng sneered, her laughter filled with sarcasm and contempt. "What else needs to be said? The agreement is right here, in black and white! Every word you wrote down is indisputable!"

She turned to look at Lin Zhiming, her eyes sharp as knives: "Mr. Lin, may I take a look at that document?"

Lin Zhiming pretended to hesitate for a moment, gently stroking the edge of the paper with his right hand, and said hesitantly, "This... isn't appropriate? After all, it's Aqing's private matter... it wouldn't be good for her reputation if it got out."

"Enough talk, give it to me!"

Song Jinfeng shouted angrily, took a step forward, and snatched the paper away without any politeness, her movements so rough that she almost tore the corner of the paper.

She quickly scanned the page, her gaze sliding from the first line of small print to the signature, her eyes growing colder and her breathing gradually stopping.

The anger on her face slowly froze, replaced by an incredulous astonishment.

"Heh, good, Qiao Wanyin!"

The document in her hand trembled, her fingers shaking slightly with anger. "Not only did you borrow money, but you also promised to divorce my son within half a month? The signature and fingerprint are clear! You're really something! So our family was just a stepping stone for you, used and then discarded?"

Qiao Wanyin took a deep breath, her chest slowly rising and falling.

She raised her eyes, her gaze calm yet sharp, and said coldly, "Mom, haven't you always hoped that Li An and I would separate? When he said he wanted to marry me, you smashed bowls and cups and didn't say a word to me for three days."

"You and Fang Xiaoju have used every trick in the book, from consulting a fortune teller who said I was a jinx to him, to secretly introducing him to 'good-looking' girls on blind dates, all to kick me out of the house? Now, why are you sad to see me leaving?"

Song Jinfeng was stunned.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to retort, but he found that his throat was blocked by something, and he could not make a sound.

yes.

She went through all this trouble, racking her brains, using her connections, and even resorting to spreading rumors, all just to get rid of this daughter-in-law.

Now, if someone leaves on their own, they'll take a rich man with them...

Outsiders will only say that Qiao Wanyin is a gold digger who abandoned her seriously injured and hospitalized husband.

The pressure from public opinion is all on her, while her own family has become the victim.

Wouldn't that save her some trouble?

even……

Could this also win the sympathy of the neighbors?

But as soon as the thought arose, it was suppressed by a strong sense of unwillingness.

She didn't want her to get away so easily!

Lin Zhiming slowly walked to Qiao Wanyin's side, his leather shoes making a soft, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the floor.

He stood beside her, then suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Aqing, I heard you're pregnant, right?"

His breath brushed past her ear, his voice low and husky, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

Qiao Wanyin felt a jolt in her heart, as if an electric current had shot through her spine, and her whole body stiffened abruptly.

She quickly turned her head and glared at him, her eyes filled with shock and warning. "Lin Zhiming, can we talk about this another day?"

Qiao Wanyin clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms. The piercing pain spread up her fingertips, making her shudder violently and almost stop breathing.

"Lin Zhiming".

She lowered her voice, her tone hoarse and trembling, as if squeezing it from deep within her throat, "He's only just out of danger. The doctor said his condition is still very unstable and can't withstand any emotional turmoil. As for our relationship... could we postpone it for a few days? Please."

Lin Zhiming chuckled lightly, but there was no warmth in his laughter; instead, it was filled with a chilling smugness.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe without any hesitation, making her earlobe itch and her scalp tingle.

"how?"