In the detention center, Song Yaoyao made a point of combing her messy hair and braiding it again before going out to see Zhou Shuyao.
Through the iron bars, Song Yaoyao burst into tears as soon as she saw Zhou Shuyao outside, who was beaten black and blue.
"Shuyao, how did you get beaten up like this? Who did this? Did you beg your brother for my sake and get beaten up?"
"Shuyao, you have to get me out of here. I don't want to stay here for another second. Talk to Mom, she'll definitely find a way to get me out for the sake of the child..."
Song Yaoyao covered her face, tears streaming through her fingers.
That pitiful expression is hard not to feel sorry for.
She talked for a long time, but when she saw that there was no response from the other side, she spread her fingers and looked at the man across from her.
Zhou Shuyao's face was covered in bruises, but he kept his lips pursed and remained expressionless.
There's something just off about him.
In particular, his eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on her, completely devoid of their usual clear yet foolish appearance. Instead, they seemed to possess a mature, cunning quality born from the passage of time.
Suddenly, Song Yaoyao thought of a possibility and her eyes widened in horror.
When his cold words came, she was so frightened that she almost slipped off her chair and fell to the ground.
"Song Yaoyao, is it fun to play tricks on me?"
These words, piercing through the torrent of time from her previous life, struck Song Yaoyao's mind like a thunderous bell, resounding and deafening.
In her previous life, she also tried to seduce Zhou Shuyao when he returned for the funeral after Zhou Jiuzhen's death.
She still remembers it to this day.
At that time, Zhou Shuyao had not yet made his fortune, but it was said that he had made a little money in Hong Kong. When he returned, his family looked as fashionable and stylish as city people.
Seeing him and Ling Huanwu's family of five being so loving and affectionate, and him following behind Ling Huanwu calling her "wife" over and over, she was so jealous she was almost going crazy.
While Ling Huanwu was away and Zhou Shuyao was alone in the mourning hall, she shamelessly threw herself into his arms in front of her mother-in-law and Zhou Jiuzhen's memorial tablets, trying to seduce him.
That's what Zhou Shuyao said to her back then.
He said, "Song Yaoyao, is it fun to play tricks on me?"
Only then did she realize that Zhou Shuyao had actually seen through her scheme to make him marry Ling Huanwu all along.
At the time, he even thanked her for her design, which allowed him to marry Ling Huanwu.
That day, she got off him and fled in a disheveled state, feeling utterly miserable.
Later, when she learned that Zhou Shuyao's business was growing bigger and bigger, she almost went crazy with regret.
She regrets not choosing Zhou Shuyao in her marriage, missing the chance to become the wife of a billionaire.
Now that they finally had a chance, they were struck dumb when they heard Zhou Shuyao say the same thing.
"Shuyao..."
Song Yaoyao reached out to grab Zhou Shuyao's hand, but was drenched in cold sweat by his action of pulling his hands back.
"Song Yaoyao, let's get a divorce!"
Zhou Shuyao spoke coldly.
The word "divorce" felt like two large scissors piercing her heart.
Song Yaoyao trembled all over. Her previous attempts to compromise completely collapsed in that instant. She jumped up from the chair in despair, gripping the iron bars of the window tightly with both hands and roaring hoarsely, "Zhou Shuyao, are you even human? I'm carrying your child!"
"Want a divorce? No way!"
"You want Ling Huanwu as your wife? Dream on! She's your sister-in-law now! You're destined to be bound to me for life. I'm the future wife of the richest man, and my children will become academicians, superstars, and top lawyers. None of you can take my place..."
She screamed desperately, spouting unrealistic dreams of the future.
Zhou Shuyao was not surprised by her words.
Before he arrived, he had already guessed that she must have been reborn a long time ago.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to change her previous life's trajectory and marry him.
Zhou Shuyao tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his heart already filled with impatience.
He stood up and habitually adjusted a suit jacket that wasn't actually on him. He stared coldly at the frenzied Song Yaoyao and said harshly, "If you don't agree to divorce me, you can stay in prison for the rest of your life, it's the same!"
After saying that, he turned and left without any hesitation.
Song Yaoyao was left behind behind the iron bars, desperately pounding on the bars and crying until she nearly fainted.
Song Yaoyao slid to the ground and had to be supported by guards to return to her cell.
She curled up on the bed, shoved her fists into her mouth, and howled in agony, clearly in unbearable pain.
To this day, she never imagined that Zhou Shuyao would completely disregard their friendship over the years, and even more so, the triplets she was carrying, and insist on divorcing her.
Tears fell drop by drop onto the old wooden bed board, quickly soaking a large area.
Just as she was about to run out of tears, the guards called out again, "Someone is visiting," like a ray of light illuminating her misty eyes.
Song Yaoyao thought that Zhou Shuyao had changed his mind, or that he was just joking with her to punish her.
She wiped away her tears and ran excitedly to the visiting room, completely disregarding the fact that she was still handcuffed.
The smile on her face froze completely when she saw the unexpected person sitting outside the iron bars.
Qin Jinshen, still disguised as a stranger, sat outside the visiting room, his sinister eyes like ice picks piercing Song Yaoyao, wishing he could pierce her through.
If it weren't for this woman, he would never have misunderstood Ling Huanwu, much less have made her see him as a monstrous enemy.
But if it weren't for Song Yaoyao's framing, he might never have met Ling Huanwu in his previous life.
Looking at Song Yaoyao, who looked completely bewildered, Qin Jinshen slowly curled his lips into a smile. "Comrade Song, I'll make a deal with you. I'll rescue you and your adoptive parents, and in return, you do me a favor. How about it?"
Song Yaoyao rubbed her eyes, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Who are you? You... can save us?"
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