Tang Yaoyao withdrew her hand and slowly curled her lips into a smile: "Answer me, how did you manage to get pregnant?"
Looking at her beautiful face, Meng Qingyue felt a sense of oppression creep into her heart for the first time.
Everyone looked at Tang Yaoyao, including Qiao Yong, who looked lifeless.
Meng Qingyue smiled, her expression gradually returning to normal. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's so strange about the birth control pill failing?"
Tang Yaoyao took a step back and sat down next to her father. She raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a mocking expression: "That night, you didn't have any relations with my third aunt's husband at all, did you?"
Qiao Yong was stunned and looked at Tang Yaoyao in disbelief.
Her beautiful, starry eyes sparkled with a kaleidoscope of colors, as if she were stating something with absolute certainty, without a trace of doubt.
Qiao Yanzhi thought of the fortune-telling she had done for Liu Sufeng before, so she believed every word Yao'er said one hundred percent.
He asked, "Yao'er, explain clearly, what exactly happened?"
Meng Qingyue's face turned pale again, and her eyes held a ruthless rage that could destroy the world. If Jiang Ci and Xu Feng hadn't been holding her back, she would never have let Tang Yaoyao continue speaking alive.
How could she have seen through her plan in just one sentence after all these years of scheming?
Meng Qingyue clenched her fists, her eyes blazing: "Fu Mengyao's paternity test with Qiao Yong, Qiao Yanzhi, and Qiao Mingzhu wasn't done just once. As Qiao Yong just said, he had already done a paternity test when Fu Mengyao was only six months old. You should know that she is Qiao Yong and my daughter."
"Oh."
Tang Yaoyao smiled, her eyes full of mockery.
Qiao Yanzhi murmured, "Isn't that right? There's more to it than meets the eye?"
Looking at her smile, Meng Qingyue's heart tightened. She couldn't let what she had planned for over twenty years be ruined by her.
“Tang Yaoyao, no matter what you think or say, Fu Mengyao is my daughter, Meng Qingyue’s daughter, and Qiao Yong’s daughter. Your third uncle, because of his selfish love for Qiao Mingzhu, concealed the truth that I took you away back then. Now that the truth is out, Qiao Mingzhu will never forgive him, and neither will your mother.”
These words were like a knife piercing Qiao Yong's heart.
It must be admitted that Meng Qingyue was absolutely right.
Tang Yaoyao laughed, her eyes filled with seven parts coldness and three parts mockery: "If my third uncle had known I wasn't dead back then, he would have told my mother where I was and who took me away, even if it cost him his own life. But you, by plotting that I'm 'already dead,' it's all in vain. My third uncle had no choice but to maintain the status quo. Isn't this exactly what you wanted? By doing this, you've ruined two families, just to make it easier for Fu Mengyao to live a good life?"
Her words were so venomous that in an instant, she exposed the evil deeds Meng Qingyue had committed.
"Do you think you can appear noble by shifting the blame for your own actions onto others? You're really delusional. My third uncle is certainly at fault, and the Fu family will seek retribution. However, there's no need for an outsider like you to add to the blame. Don't try to stir things up. Let's get back to the original question: what happened after you plotted against my third uncle that night? Should I tell you, or should you tell me yourself?"
Meng Qingyue's expression changed: "Shut up."
Tang Yaoyao lazily crossed her legs, moved her slightly aching feet, and raised an eyebrow: "Looks like I'll have to speak for you."
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