Huadong Hospital is a private hospital located in the center of Beijing.
Lin Niaoniao lay on the hospital bed, staring ahead in terror. Her body instinctively shrank back, and with each movement, the pain from the miscarriage tore at her more.
As the other person approached step by step, she cried out in fear, "What are you doing here! I'm warning you, Ting Shen will be back soon, you..."
Fu Wenzhou scoffed lightly. His handsome features exuded a cold and aloof aura, and his narrow eyes were filled with chilling intent.
"Shh, don't shout, save your energy."
He moved a stool and sat down next to Lin Niaoniao's hospital bed, crossed his legs, and propped his chin up to look at her. The eerie feeling from before was gone, replaced by a look of great interest.
He calmly handed her a voice recorder and pressed play.
"I will not have this child! How could a child with Down syndrome be worthy of being my child!"
"But Sister Lin, if you don't want the child, how can you be the mistress of the Fu family in the future? And if Brother Fu finds out that the child has Down syndrome, he will definitely..."
"Shut up!" Lin Niaoniao's voice sounded both anxious and angry: "After I marry into the Fu family, I'll find an opportunity to pretend it was an accidental miscarriage, or I can frame Song Qingyou someday. Hmph! That would kill two birds with one stone!"
"—Yes! Anyway, we've framed her quite a few times before, so one more won't make a difference. I think we should find an opportunity to pin it on her. Brother Fu will definitely hate her then!"
"—Go and bribe the doctor who does my prenatal checkups, and tell him not to tell anyone."
"—Understood, Sister Lin."
There was another part to the recording, but Lin Niaoniao was already in a panic. She frantically slammed the recorder to the ground and looked up, her eyes wide with anger: "How did you get this!"
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, his voice deep and husky, trailing off with a lazy tone: "What do you think would happen if I sent this recording to Fu Tingshen and the media?"
Lin Niaoniao was completely stunned. If she sent the message to Fu Tingshen and the media, her life would be over!
She simply couldn't bear the consequences; at this moment, Fu Wenzhou was more terrifying than Yama, the King of Hell, in her eyes.
Ignoring her wounds, Lin Niaoniao rolled off the bed and knelt down in front of Fu Wenzhou with a thud, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Please, don't post this! I'll do anything you want! I know you like Song Qingyou, and I promise I'll behave myself from now on and never bother her again. Wenzhou, from now on I'm a member of the Fu family, and we're family!"
She cried out in anguish, as if she had truly repented.
Fu Wenzhou's sharp gaze pierced her: "Anything is acceptable?"
Lin Niaoniao thought there was room for negotiation, so she quickly nodded: "I'll do anything! Just don't release the recording."
"Then crawl around on the ground like a dog," the man's deep, cold voice rang out.
Lin Niaoniao's expression snapped for a moment: "What did you say?"
"Can't do it?" Fu Wenzhou pretended to get up.
Lin Niaoniao grabbed his trouser leg and cried through gritted teeth, "Okay!"
After saying that, she really crawled on all fours like a dog, slowly making her way around the ward. Humiliation and shame made her face burn with pain, and the tearing of her wounds almost made her faint from the pain.
Fu Wenzhou slowly took out his phone to record a video, his playful tone sexy and clear: "I must say, you've done a pretty good job imitating it."
After climbing one lap, Lin Niaoniao was covered in sweat and felt dizzy from the pain. She struggled to her feet, holding onto the foot of the bed. Even though she hated Fu Wenzhou to the core, she still forced a fake smile: "Is Mr. Fu satisfied?"
Fu Wenzhou put away his phone: "It's alright."
"That recording..."
"Did I agree to that?" Fu Wenzhou interrupted her, a cold, bloodthirsty smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Lin Niaoniao suddenly turned fierce: "You've framed me!"
"So what if I frame you? I just enjoy watching someone beg for mercy when they're cornered." Fu Wenzhou's cold smile faded. "You dare to lay a hand on Youyou? Should I say you're overestimating yourself, or should I praise your courage?"
His eyes were full of indifference; he never took Lin Niaoniao seriously from beginning to end.
The door was closed, and Lin Niaoniao's shrill screams echoed throughout the ward.
On the asphalt road.
Song Qingyou suddenly called out to Song Chang: "Uncle Chang, stop the car."
Song Chang pulled over to the side of the road: "Miss, what's wrong?"
Song Qingyou scrolled through the headlines on Weibo and said calmly, "No need to go."
"ah?"
Song Qingyou took a deep breath: "Someone has already leaked Lin Niaoniao's recording."
She raised an eyebrow. Who was it that moved so quickly?
Song Changmang opened his phone and saw that the hashtags #LinNiaoniaoTangShier# and #LinNiaoniaoFramesSongQingyou# occupied the first and second spots on the trending searches.
Not only that, but clicking on it revealed a video of Lin Niaoniao crawling on the ground like a dog.
Song Chang clicked his tongue in amazement: "Now Lin Niaoniao will never be able to enter the Fu family's gate again."
The autumn wind carried a hint of dampness, ruffling the woman's soft, long hair. She smirked, "I wonder who she offended, someone who's even more ruthless than me."
With such a humiliating video exposed to the public, it's likely she'll find it difficult to maintain her foothold in Beijing in the future.
Anyway, since Fu Tingshen took her in, he would forgive her immediately after she cried before, and it will probably be the same this time.
Song Chang coughed lightly: "Miss, please don't say that. You are still quite kind."
Song Qingyou's expression was gentle, and her clear, watery eyes remained calm.
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