Chapter 227 Blunder
Qiao Wanyin's gaze slowly fell on the cup of tea with its light brown luster.
She stared at the rising steam from the rim of the cup, a fleeting hint of disdain and mockery flashing across her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
She was silent for a few seconds, as if struggling and hesitating, before finally speaking slowly in a low voice: "Okay... then I'll... try a little bit."
She stretched out her fingers and slowly lifted the teacup, her movements so careful as if she were afraid of burning her hands.
Under the expectant, even somewhat greedy, gazes of Song Yazhi and Fang Xiaoju, she tilted her head slightly, her lips lightly touching the rim of the cup, and then slowly drank several mouthfuls in succession, her throat bobbing slightly, without spilling a single drop.
"That's more like it."
Song Yazhi nodded in satisfaction, the wrinkles on her face smoothing out like the surface of a lake touched by a spring breeze, revealing an undisguised sense of pride and joy.
Less than ten minutes later, Qiao Wanyin suddenly clutched her stomach, her body curling up uncontrollably, her face turning deathly pale at a visible speed. "Ouch... my stomach... hurts terribly. It feels like the pain is twisting down from my stomach, like a knife is cutting inside my stomach."
Fang Xiaoju and Song Yazhi exchanged a glance. In the instant their eyes met, a barely perceptible but real glint of excitement flashed in their eyes—the kind of smug joy that only comes when prey finally steps into a trap.
"Oh my god!"
Fang Xiaoju exclaimed dramatically, her voice suddenly rising and almost cracking, "You're in early pregnancy, stomach pain is no small matter! If something goes wrong, you could miscarry! How can you not take something this seriously?"
Song Yazhi quickly pretended to support Qiao Wanyin's shoulder, sighing as she said, "It's probably too late to get her to the hospital now. What are we going to do? It's so far away, and it's hard to get a car. If we waste any more time, it will be terrible! You usually seem like a very smart person, how come you're so unreliable at a critical moment?"
Qiao Wanyin curled up on the sofa, her hands tightly covering her abdomen, fine beads of cold sweat seeping from her forehead, her breathing rapid, and her lips trembling slightly.
But her eyes were unusually clear, even calm to the point of being almost cold, as she quietly observed the two men's extremely hypocritical performance—their exaggerated tone, their deliberately affected movements, and the greed and scheming hidden behind their concern.
Fang Xiaoju suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, each word as cold as a viper's hiss: "Don't you have that space? Hurry up and go in to find some painkillers. Otherwise, you and Maidong's child will be lost! Do you want to watch him die, or are you planning to save him yourself? Don't play dumb, we all know you know what I'm talking about."
Qiao Wanyin sneered inwardly, but her lips twitched slightly. A bewildered expression appeared on her face, and she weakly protested, "What...what space? What are you talking about? I don't understand. Where would I get any space? What nonsense are you spouting..."
Fang Xiaoju's expression immediately changed, her eyes suddenly turned sharp, and her feigned gentleness and virtue collapsed instantly, like a thin sheet of paper being torn apart by a strong wind.
"Qiao Wanyin," she said through gritted teeth, her voice low but extremely menacing, "Are you really going to abandon your own child for some lousy space? Don't you have a conscience? Don't you have any humanity? That's your and Maidong's flesh and blood!"
Her voice rose higher and higher, her emotions grew more and more agitated, and her expression became increasingly fierce and ferocious. The muscles on her face twisted slightly with anger, completely tearing off the mask of gentleness, kindness, humility, and modesty she usually wore, revealing the ruthlessness and greed that had been hidden deep in her heart.
“Let me tell you straight,” she said, her voice laced with threat and resolve, “you’re not going to the hospital today. The baby is going to die! Unless—unless you hand over the space, no one can save you, and no one can save that unborn little life! You choose, is your life more important, or the secret?”
"Unless what?"
A cold voice came from the direction of the guest room, its tone calm yet seemingly frost-covered.
Fang Xiaoju and Song Yazhi turned around abruptly, their hearts nearly stopping for a second.
Qiu Zishu stood at the door, wearing a thin coat, his face frighteningly gloomy, his eyes cold as knives, as if they could cut open the darkest corners of people's hearts.
"Comrade Qiu... Comrade Qiu."
Fang Xiaoju's tongue stammered, her voice trembling and incoherent, "You... how did you get up? Shouldn't you still be resting? How... how did you hear that?"
Qiu Zishu strode over, his steps firm and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.
She shoved Fang Xiaoju away swiftly and decisively, without any hesitation.
"How will I know what kind of tricks you're playing if I don't get up?"
She gave the two of them a cold look. "Playing tricks and taking advantage of others, you really dare to do that."
She immediately knelt down and carefully helped Qiao Wanyin up, her tone much gentler as she softly asked, "Wanyin, are you alright? Did they hurt you? Does it hurt a lot?"
Qiao Wanyin shook her head, her previous look of unbearable pain vanishing instantly, replaced by a calm and composed expression.
She gently patted Qiu Zishu's hand and whispered, "I'm fine. It's just acting. I didn't expect them to lose their composure so quickly."
Fang Xiaoju turned pale instantly, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes scanned everything in front of her with terror. Her voice trembled with disbelief: "You...you're acting on purpose? This is impossible...you clearly drank that cup of tea just now, how come you're fine?"
"Otherwise what?"
Qiao Wanyin remained calm, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her tone was calm yet icy, “Am I really going to be so foolish as to sit here and wait for you to poison me, and then watch my child be destroyed?”
Seeing that her scheme had been completely exposed, Song Yazhi's anger surged to her head. Her face flushed red, veins bulged on her forehead, and she was so furious she almost twisted in anger. "Qiao Wanyin, how dare you play us? How dare you? You're an outsider, how dare you scheme against us?"
"Playing you for fools?"
Qiao Wanyin slowly pulled a small black recorder from her pocket, her fingertips gently stroking the buttons, her gaze cold as frost. "Who secretly put drugs in my tea? Who hid in the corner threatening to destroy my child? I've written down every single word."
She pressed play, and the recorder immediately played a clear audio recording—it was Fang Xiaoju's vicious words from earlier: "...
Your child is dead! Unless you behave, don't blame me for being ruthless!
Fang Xiaoju froze abruptly, as if struck by lightning, her body instantly losing its support.
Her face turned from red to white, then from white to blue, and finally as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained from her.
His legs buckled and his knees slumped down. If he hadn't grabbed the table next to him, he probably would have fallen to the ground.
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