Chapter 70 Seizing Power Through a Child
Tan Qingying froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
She gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her knuckles turning pale, the expensive silk fabric crumpled in her palm.
"No, this is impossible..."
Her voice was fragmented, as if it were drifting from a very far place.
Her vision began to blur, and those images—the white doves in the church, the reunion in front of the revolving door, Song Mingyuan's sinister smile—flashed wildly in her mind, like a dull knife repeatedly churning her nerves.
“Mingyuan, he…” Her throat suddenly tightened, a metallic taste rising in her throat, “He deliberately altered my destiny?”
Tan Qingying could no longer hide her feelings and, in a moment of collapse, blurted out her husband's name.
Lu Yao nodded gently, "He always knew about the child's parentage, and that's why he married you."
This realization was more devastating to her than the truth itself.
Ten years of marriage, countless nights spent sleeping in each other's arms, all those tender whispers and caring gestures—were they all a carefully crafted deception?
"vomit--"
Tan Qingying suddenly bent over and began to gag, her stomach cramping, but she couldn't vomit anything.
She recalled the family gathering last month, where Song Mingyuan specifically asked Xiao Chuan to toast Song Ziyao; she recalled how at every business dinner, he would find excuses to have Xiao Chuan linger in front of Song Ziyao…
"What exactly does he want to do? What is he after?
Tan Qingying's voice was heart-wrenching.
Lu Yao presented a scene to her.
In their original destiny, Tan Qingying, Xiao Chuan, and Song Ziyao were supposed to be a happy family reunion, with Song Mingyuan having no part in it at all.
When Song Ziyao reached the age of forty, he still had no children.
Song Mingyuan believed that as the only son in the next generation of the family, he had a great chance of inheriting the vast family business.
My uncle will definitely choose to hand over the family business to him!
However, Tan Qingying appeared with Xiao Chuan, interfering and disrupting his plans.
A bright and clever son suddenly fell from the sky, and Song Ziyao was overjoyed.
Naturally, Xiao Chuan inherited Song Ziyao's talent and will also inherit the family business.
Song Mingyuan, however, could only remain an observer forever, excluded from the core of power.
How could he accept this?
The scene abruptly shifts to a dark Taoist temple, where a gaunt old Taoist priest lets out a shrill laugh like an owl as he looks at the divination results.
"This is your fate. Young Master Song, you will never inherit the family business in this lifetime!"
Young Song Mingyuan clenched his fists, his eyes burning with resentment and anger. "I don't believe it!"
He dismissed the old Taoist's words as pure fantasy and didn't take them to heart at all.
It wasn't until he happened to see Tan Qingying drunkenly walk into Song Ziyao's suite that he realized what was happening.
Song Ziyao was completely drunk and had no recollection of who the woman he had spent the night with was.
But Song Mingyuan could see clearly that the woman was none other than Tan Qingying, the secretary who had been with the company for half a year!
He was startled, and an inexplicable sense of vigilance instantly welled up in his heart. From then on, he began to quietly observe Tan Qingying's every move.
The company organized a physical examination for its employees, and Song Mingyuan took the opportunity to use his position to view Tan Qingying's physical examination report.
When he discovered that Tan Qingying was already a month pregnant, Song Mingyuan's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that what the old Taoist priest said was true?
He eagerly took Tan Qingying's photo to the old Taoist priest and asked impatiently, "Is this the woman?"
The old Taoist priest looked at the photo and chuckled eerily, "It is indeed her."
Song Mingyuan completely believed the old Taoist's words, and he pleaded urgently, "I cannot accept this fate, please teach me how to change my destiny!"
"Simple, go and marry that girl."
"What?" Song Mingyuan's eyes widened in disbelief, his face full of resistance. "I'm not going to be a sucker!"
He had a sudden inspiration: "Why don't we just kill her child?"
"Song Ziyao's fortune is strong, shrouded in purple aura, and his bloodline is the same. It's impossible for a fool like you to kill him." The old Taoist sneered. "You don't even understand the principle that those who achieve great things can bend and stretch. Otherwise, how could I say you have no mind to inherit the family business?"
Song Mingyuan was speechless for a moment, feeling angry but not daring to retort. He could only say in a low voice, "Please enlighten me, Master."
The old Taoist priest said slowly, "This woman has an extremely noble destiny. If you can use her son to seize power, you will surely be able to turn your life around."
After careful consideration, Song Mingyuan suddenly realized something.
After getting the answer, he tore up the medical report, used money to silence the person in the know, bought a ring on the way, and proposed to Tan Qingying when he got back to the company.
A whirlwind marriage in one week!
He acted so convincingly that he almost believed it himself.
For the past ten years, Song Mingyuan has done everything he could to be good to Xiaochuan.
He bought Xiaochuan the best toys, sent him to the most expensive schools, and spent every important holiday with him.
In front of Xiaochuan, he was always a loving and gentle father.
Even if the truth comes out later, Xiao Chuan will only acknowledge him as his pitiful and aggrieved adoptive father.
Think about it, he raised Song Ziyao's child for ten years and put in so much effort, he should give some shares to make up for it.
After enduring humiliation and hardship for ten years, he felt that it was not unreasonable for him to ask for at least 30% of the family's shares.
Song Ziyao never doubted Xiao Chuan's background, after all, he was his nephew.
Song Ziyao simply assumed that those similar characteristics were inherited from a previous generation.
“It’s all for power.” Lu Yao’s gaze was calm as water. “Your child will recognize a thief as his father. Even if his true identity is exposed in the future, he will only feel sorry for his adoptive father. All the benefits will be pocketed by his seemingly aggrieved and generous adoptive father.”
[My God, this plot is more exciting than an 8 PM soap opera! Even the informant husband is ruthless; ten years of marriage were all calculated.]
[Uh, the original fate of the Connector is exactly the same as the novel I read yesterday... My head hurts so much, I feel like it's going to grow a brain. Too bad real life isn't a romance novel.]
[I feel so sorry for the children, being used as tools of power. How devastated they will be when they find out the truth.]
Tan Qingying's fingertips dug deeply into her palm, and her voice suddenly became eerily calm.
"So all these years, every time he hugged Xiaochuan and said 'Daddy loves you the most'... he was talking to a bargaining chip?"
“He’s cultivating a relationship.” Lu Yao’s voice was as cold as ice. “When the time is right, this child will be the key to unlocking the safe.”
Tan Qingying felt a chill run down her spine; Song Mingyuan's heart was filled only with his own selfish desires.
Being kind to her and Xiao Chuan is all for the purpose of using Xiao Chuan to extract more benefits from the family in the future.
It disrupted their lives, destroyed the peace of their family, and desecrated kinship.
“Master.” Tan Qingying suddenly raised her head, a resolute glint in her eyes, “If I were to take the child and run away tonight…”
Before Lu Yao could answer, the live stream suddenly started shaking.
A loud "bang" was heard off-camera—the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Immediately afterwards, Song Mingyuan's voice, carrying an eerie gentleness, slowly came through: "Darling?"
He entered the room, looking around. In the darkness, the voice seemed to carry an invisible sense of oppression, "Why aren't the lights on?"
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