Chapter 40: The Counterattack

Of course, Fu Wenzhou knew it wasn’t Song Qingyou who pushed her. With her slight frame, how could she possibly shove Lin Miaomiao? He said it only because, to him, the truth of what had happened was irrelevant. Whether it was her who pushed or not, or even if she had, what did it matter? In any case, he would take the blame for her. All he cared about was Song Qingyou’s safety; Lin Miaomiao’s fate was of no concern to him.

Yet these words, when they reached Song Qingyou’s ears, sounded quite different.

She pressed her lips together, glanced at him, and rose to leave.

Fu Wenzhou quickly caught her by the arm. “What now, my little ancestor?”

She looked back at him, her gaze calm. “Nothing, I’m just tired. I want to go home and rest.”

Fu Wenzhou felt there was something off in her tone, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Reluctantly, he let go. “I’ll take you.”

“No need. Uncle Chang is waiting outside.”

…

Song Qingyou left the hotel and got straight into the car.

Seeing her finally come out, Song Chang couldn’t help but ask anxiously, “I saw an ambulance pull up—what happened?”

Song Qingyou lifted her eyelids. “Lin Miaomiao fell down the stairs and had a miscarriage.”

“She lost the baby?!”

“Mm.”

Song Chang’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, nearly making him laugh. “Serves her right. I suppose even the little baby didn’t want a mother like that.”

Song Qingyou’s eyes dimmed a little; she spoke softly, “It was still a life, after all.”

Song Chang dismissed it. “How long had she been pregnant? There wasn’t even a heartbeat yet. Doesn’t count.”

Song Qingyou was briefly stunned.

Is that really so?

Song Chang noticed the change in her expression and tried to comfort her. “Miss, don’t think too much about it. This has nothing to do with you.”

Song Qingyou looked up. “She told others I pushed her.”

“What!” Song Chang slammed the brakes, turning to her in anger. “How can she stir up trouble like that? She’s deliberately slandering you, trying to ruin your reputation!”

Song Qingyou said nothing.

Why was it that even Uncle Chang, who didn’t know the truth, believed she was innocent, but Fu Wenzhou didn’t trust her?

A heavy weight pressed on Song Qingyou’s chest, making it hard to breathe. After she took a pill, she felt a bit better, exhaling softly. “Uncle Chang, see if you can find any surveillance footage from the scene, or anyone who was near the second floor at the time. I’m not just the youngest daughter of the Song family now—I’m also the owner of Shiyu Venture Capital. My image must not be tarnished.”

Song Chang nodded. “With all those media present, if this gets on the headlines, Yan Shaoqin will probably call you again.”

Yan Shaoqin was the least of her worries. What mattered was that she couldn’t just take the blame for something she hadn’t done.

Song Qingyou was never one to be meek or forgiving—she always paid back grievances tit for tat. Lin Miaomiao losing her child was not her intention, but if the other woman used such a tragic event to slander her, Song Qingyou certainly wouldn’t let it slide.

After dropping her home, Song Chang returned to the hotel, only to be told that the surveillance footage had already been taken.

Dusk was settling, a cool breeze stirring the air.

In the empty, dark villa, the only light came from the faint glow of a computer screen.

The area on the second floor was a blind spot for the cameras. Lin Miaomiao clearly knew this, for when she lunged, she deliberately moved further inside, disappearing from view. But her cleverness turned against her: by moving in, she lost her balance, and when the other person dodged, she missed her target and fell herself.

Fu Wenzhou’s slender fingers clicked the mouse, pausing the video.

His face was grim, his features shadowed with a cold, fierce malice. What was once a cool and distant aura had turned dark and ruthless.

So Lin Miaomiao hadn’t just tried to frame Qingyou; she had even wanted to push his Qingyou down the stairs herself.

“Audacious indeed.”

Fu Wenzhou gave a cold, mocking laugh, the sound chilling in the darkness, like a devil’s whisper.

The next morning.

Song Qingyou was awoken by the shrill ring of her phone.

On the other end, Yan Miao’s concerned voice: “Qingyou, are you alright? My brother said you pushed that Lin Miaomiao down the stairs and caused her to miscarry? He was worried it would affect Shiyu Venture Capital, so he paid to suppress the news articles about you. But word’s already gotten around our circle—everyone’s talking. Be honest with me, you didn’t do it, did you?”

Song Qingyou pressed her lips together. “I didn’t.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Yan Miao breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned. “So she’s lying about you? Damn! That woman is truly vicious!”

Song Qingyou said, “I thought about it last night, and something seems off.”

“Off? How so?”

“Lin Miaomiao treasured that child—it was her ticket to securing her place in the Fu family. Even if she had intended to push me, she wouldn’t have been reckless enough to endanger her own baby.”

Instinctive reactions can reveal the truth.

Yan Miao caught on quickly. “You’re saying… there might have been something wrong with the baby?”

Song Qingyou gazed at the crabapple tree outside her window. “It’s just a guess.”

Yan Miao’s eyes brightened. “Didn’t she always get her checkups at Huadong Hospital? My second uncle runs that hospital. I’ll go check it out myself.”

“Alright.” Song Qingyou’s gratitude was sincere. “Thank you, Miaomiao.”

Yan Miao, ever the straightforward one, replied, “Oh, come on, don’t thank me—we’re sisters. This is nothing.”

Yan Miao was a woman of action. Before noon, she sent Song Qingyou Lin Miaomiao’s prenatal records via WeChat.

One Second Not a Second: Qingyou, you guessed right—Lin Miaomiao was carrying a child with Down syndrome, and she bribed the doctor to falsify the checkup records. Good thing my uncle helped out, or she really would have kept it hidden.

Song Qingyou: Thank you. I’ll treat you to a meal when I have time.

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Song Qingyou put away her phone, her eyes dark and thoughtful.

So Lin Miaomiao knew the Fu family would never accept a child with Down syndrome. She bribed the doctor, used a fake report to deceive the Fu family, and planned to fake a miscarriage later. When her attempt to push failed and she fell herself, she simply seized the chance to frame Song Qingyou.

She truly was calculating.

Song Qingyou called out, “Uncle Chang, take me to the hospital.”