The media's questions were incisive and relentlessly pressing.

Qin Yuchuan was furious and grabbed the microphone that she had shoved in his face, slamming it to the ground.

"This is our private matter, and it's none of your business! Who sent you? Was it Song Nuan?! I'm warning you..."

He was speaking when his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

He turned around abruptly and met Song Ningxue's pale face.

She gripped his arm tightly and said weakly, "Brother Chuan, I... I think I can't go on..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her legs went weak and she almost collapsed.

"Xue'er!"

Qin Yuchuan helped her sit down on the ground.

Blood flowed between her legs and spread.

The reporters retreated hastily, somewhat panicked.

No one dared to step forward again.

On the ground, Song Ningxue's blood continued to flow.

She grabbed Qin Yuchuan's hand and cried, "Brother Chuan, please save the child, please save the child. I don't want to lose him, I can't live without him, Brother Chuan."

"Xue'er, calm down, calm down! Don't get agitated! Don't worry, I'm here!"

"I will definitely protect him, don't worry!"

"Police! Police!"

Police officers surrounded them.

Qin Yuchuan's eyes turned bloodshot with anxiety. He grabbed the policeman's collar and said, "Take her to the hospital! She's showing signs of miscarriage! Take her to the hospital immediately!"

In the interrogation room, Song Nuan took in everything.

She turned around, leaned against the wall, and looked at Qin Yuchuan's anxiety with a look of desolation in her eyes.

What should have been a great show turned into a disappointing ending.

It's terrible.

Lu Ziyang stood beside her, his expression unreadable: "You still have feelings for him?"

Song Nuan's eyes narrowed: "Don't disgust me."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and teased, "Then why do you look so sad?"

"It's a bit bittersweet; he used to be very good to me too."

Lu Ziyang's expression darkened, and he snapped his fingers in front of her stunning face. "Stop dwelling on the past, make a decision."

Song Nuan was slightly taken aback: "What idea?"

"Song Ningxue is about to miscarry. Should we save her or not? If you want revenge, I have a thousand ways to prevent her from going to the hospital."

Song Nuan stood in front of the door again.

On the cold ground, Song Ningxue cried helplessly, clutching Qin Yuchuan's hand tightly. The blood beneath her was a shocking sight.

Song Nuan remained unmoved.

She said coldly, "Don't stop him. Let Qin Yuchuan handle it himself. Whether the child can be saved or not, God will decide. It's not worth getting blood on your hands for someone like that."

He's just a man.

Since Song Ningxue treasures it, then let's just give it to her.

All she wanted was the right to inherit.

Not far from the door, a sophisticated business professional in a well-tailored suit was stationed.

His attention remained focused on the interrogation room where Lu Ziyang was.

After receiving Song Nuan's reply, Lu Ziyang gave the man a look.

The man immediately understood and turned to walk into the police chief's office.

Song Nuan subtly glanced at Lu Ziyang, "You haven't answered my question yet."

Lu Ziyang was slightly taken aback: "What's the problem?"

She stepped forward, her eyes scrutinizing: "Who exactly are you?"

Since you're making such a big fuss, you obviously aren't planning to hide it from me. Let's lay it all out. Which idle rich kid from which media outlet had the audacity to pull this in?

Lu Ziyang leaned against the wall with his legs bent, his eyes full of smiles: "It seems my usual demeanor is too outstanding, making you think I'm not ordinary either. Would it be more of an honor for you to have someone like me as a lover?"

Song Nuan smiled back at him: "I'll dump you even more ostentatiously, you self-degrading second-generation rich kid."

Lu Ziyang stopped teasing her and gestured for her to look at her phone: "Money makes the world go round. Why don't you check your phone's text message notifications?"

Song Nuan took out her phone, puzzled, and looked through the text message history.

A bank card balance change alert showed that a seven-figure fee had been charged to her account forty minutes earlier.

She suddenly remembered that on Lu Ziyang's birthday, she had drunk too much and given him one of her supplementary credit cards.

Because Lu Ziyang had never used this card before, Song Nuan forgot about it...

She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, as if half of her world had collapsed.

She thought they were being completely honest with her, but it turned out they were just taking money out of her pocket!

"So, you paid those reporters to come by swiping my card?"

Lu Ziyang raised an eyebrow: "Why are you making that face? Are you worried about me?"

"Lu Ziyang! You know you're going to get me killed?!!!!!"

She pretended for three years, making herself the weaker party in this marriage, not because she had masochistic tendencies, nor because she was easy to bully, but to fulfill the three-year agreement and smoothly obtain the inheritance rights of the Song family.

Such an obvious counterattack, aside from providing momentary satisfaction, will do her no good whatsoever.

What should she do if Qin Yuchuan finds out that he's breaking the contract and refusing to work with her, and insists on divorcing her?

Should she pinch her nose and coax him? Beg him?

That would be worse than just killing her!

Song Ningxue has been escorted to the hospital by the police.

Song Nuan was about to explode with anger at Lu Ziyang.

Lu Ziyang was somewhat surprised: "I thought you would be happy. Didn't you just say that the sooner you hit me, the sooner you can enjoy it?"

That was the education the original wife gave to the mistress, what does that matter now!

She became the villain who paid to expose the two of them, causing Song Xuening to miscarry.

He panicked for a moment and reached out to comfort her, but she pushed his hand away forcefully.

"Don't contact me again, and don't try to interfere in my affairs! Don't offer this kind of support anymore, or you'll ruin my plans."

She shoved his shoulder aside and ran straight out of the police station.

Watching her hurried departure, Lu Ziyang felt a deep pang of heartache welling up in his helpless eyes.

At this moment, the smart man in the suit walked up behind him, nodded respectfully, and said, "Boss."

Lu Ziyang said dejectedly, "A-Jie, did I do something wrong?"

After leaving the police station, Song Nuan went straight to the bank.

She asked an acquaintance to check where the money went.

Fortunately, Lu Ziyang was smarter than she had imagined; the money flowing into the account turned out to be a fund account.

She visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

As for how Lu Ziyang withdrew cash from the fund account to bribe those people, she no longer wanted to know.

All she knew was that this man was dangerous.

After freezing the secondary card, Song Nuan secretly vowed that she must stay far away from Lu Ziyang before successfully obtaining the inheritance rights of the Song family.

Just then, my phone rang.

It was Qin Yuchuan who called.

She answered, her voice flat and emotionless, "What is it?"

"Maternity and Infant Hospital, top floor VIP ward, come here immediately."

"I'm busy, I don't have time."

"Come here right now! Otherwise, I'll hold a press conference to announce our divorce!"

After saying that, Qin Yuchuan hung up the phone.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Song Nuanqi gritted her teeth.

So what if he goes? Is he going to skin her alive?