Chapter 327 A Sudden Enlightenment
Her voice was unusually soft, like a feather falling on a lake, creating a tiny ripple: "Wanyu, we've known each other for so many years, and to be honest, I really admire you."
Fang Wanyu was taken aback—this opening remark was completely unexpected.
She originally thought the other party would question her, be sarcastic, and expose her past.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Wanyin's first words were "I admire you".
She opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to respond.
But she scoffed inwardly: Who would believe that?
This hypocritical face, though it looks convincing, can't fool her eyes.
"You are good-looking, smart, and from a wealthy family."
Qiao Wanyin slowly turned around, her gaze piercing the other person's pupils like needles. "The most important thing is—you truly love Li An, right?"
Her voice was unhurried, with a hint of inquiry, as if she were scrutinizing a carefully disguised performance.
Fang Wanyu's eyes flickered, her expression shifted slightly, and her heart tightened as if something hidden had been touched. She panicked for a moment, then gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm. She immediately straightened her back and raised her voice sharply: "Of course! Li An and I grew up together, going to and from school together. I remember clearly that he loves spicy food, is afraid of the dark, and likes to sleep with the lights on! Who understands him better than me? Who is worthy of him?"
When she said this, her eyes were full of determination, as if she were trying to persuade Qiao Wanyin, or even more so, she was trying to persuade herself.
"yes."
Qiao Wanyin sighed softly, her tone gentle to the point of pity, but her hand unconsciously touched her swollen belly, her fingertips gently stroking the slightly raised curve. "Unlike me, a country bumpkin, I didn't go to school much, I speak with an accent, and my clothes are unfashionable. I can't give him anything except to be a burden."
Her voice lowered, like autumn wind sweeping through withered leaves, carrying a hint of self-mockery and desolation.
Fang Wanyu's gaze was fixed on her stomach, her eyes like knives scraping inch by inch across the soft contours, and jealousy suddenly flared up in her eyes, burning her insides.
That child should have been her rightful son!
Why did it have to end up in this woman's belly?
Qiao Wanyin's voice was even lower, almost a whisper, with a fragile pleading tone: "If it weren't for... this child, perhaps we could have... had a proper talk long ago."
She deliberately paused, only saying half a sentence, leaving room for the other person to fill in the blank with their own greed and scheming.
He left his words unfinished, like a fishhook dangling on the water, waiting for a fish to take the bait.
Fang Wanyu caught it, her eyes suddenly lit up, her pupils contracted sharply as if she had seen a stairway to heaven. She tried hard not to laugh, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up slightly: "What exactly do you want to say? Just say it!"
She pressed on eagerly, her voice barely concealing her impatience.
Qiao Wanyin took another deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, as if she were fighting against some great pain, or as if she had made a great decision, before slowly speaking: "Wanyu... if, I mean if, I withdraw and stop bothering Li An, can you guarantee... that the Fu family will be safe and sound? That no one will take advantage of our misfortune, that no one will secretly sabotage us?"
Her eyes held a hint of pleading, yet also a hint of a probing that could not be ignored.
Fang Wanyu's eyes suddenly lit up, like a lamp suddenly lit in the night, radiating light.
She grabbed Qiao Wanyin's hand, her nails digging almost into the other's flesh: "Of course! My dad has tons of connections in the province! In the political and legal system, in the business and political circles, so many people owe my family favors! As long as I ask, even Uncle Zheng has to give me face! Let alone one Uncle Song, even ten of them, I can make him shut up!"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, her voice trembling as if victory was already in sight.
Qiao Wanyin lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the coldness in them, like a layer of ice forming deep in a cold pool.
A slight smile played on her lips, as if she were moved: "But I'm afraid... Li An won't agree. He's a man, responsible, and won't let me go alone at a time like this."
"That's none of your business!"
Fang Wanyu's voice trembled with anxiety as she grabbed her hand and shook it violently. "You should bring up divorce first! The sooner the better! Brother Li An values relationships. If you're determined to leave, he'll feel sorry for you, feel indebted to you, and help you pursue your happiness!"
She spoke with unwavering conviction and burning eyes, as if she could already see the Fu family mansion renamed after her.
pursuit of happiness?
Qiao Wanyin sneered inwardly, the sound echoing in her mind like ice hitting an iron basin, crisp and grating.
pursuit of happiness?
What she sought was not some vague and illusory happiness, but survival, revenge, and to drag down and throw those who trampled on her into the mud.
A troubled expression appeared on her face, her brows furrowed slightly, and her lips pursed: "But... what about the child? He's so small, not even born yet, and I'm just going to abandon him? How... how can I bear it?"
"I'll take care of the baby after it's born!"
Fang Wanyu blurted it out, her tone urgent and without hesitation.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she had let something slip and hurriedly tried to cover it up, waving her hands frantically, "What I meant was, the child is innocent, he's not guilty, I will raise him as my own, I will never mistreat him!"
She tried to cover up her momentary greed with kindness, unaware that her flaw had already been seen through.
Qiao Wanyin felt a churning in her stomach, and a wave of nausea rushed to her throat, almost making her vomit.
She suppressed the nausea in her heart, her fingertips trembling slightly, but a gentle smile remained on her face as she softly said, "Let me think about it, okay? After all, this is a major event concerning the child's entire life, and I can't make a hasty decision."
"What are you still thinking about?"
Fang Wanyu's voice suddenly rose, a hint of anxiety and anger flashing in her eyes, "Uncle Song is getting on the train tomorrow! The comrades from the Discipline Inspection Commission are already on their way. If he goes into the interrogation room and can't withstand the pressure to confess, the Fu family will be finished! The old man's heart simply can't take such a blow!"
She practically screamed it out; she had completely lost control of her emotions.
I see.
A glint flashed in Qiao Wanyin's eyes, cold and sharp, like a blade being drawn from its sheath.
She finally heard the answer she wanted—Uncle Song was just a pawn; the one who truly held the knife was the seemingly delicate but actually ruthless woman before her.
All the mysteries were suddenly clear at this moment.
Fang Wanyu not only knew that Zheng Mingyuan had hidden evidence, but she also knew the exact time of his escort.
This shows that her relationship with Zheng Mingyuan is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
Their contact has likely already reached a critical level, and they may even have been in cahoots all along.
Otherwise, how could this information, which should have been top secret, have fallen into her hands so easily?
"you're right."
Qiao Wanyin nodded slightly, feigning a look of sudden realization, her eyes filled with a sense of relief and resolve.
She lowered her head slightly, her voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of grievance: "So what I've been so persistent about has actually been hurting him..."
"Then...should I go and talk to Li An now?"
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