Su Nanqing leisurely walked over and sat down opposite her before asking, “Madam Song, did you go for the paternity test?”
Tang Wanying angrily replied, “I’ve already done the paternity test. Things aren’t at all as you claimed. Qiqi is definitely not your father’s daughter.”
Su Nanqing looked at her, thinking she was quite a failure as a person, living her whole life deceived by others.
Whether she believed it or not no longer mattered to Su Nanqing anyway.
Back when she was kidnapped, everyone had sided with Song Jiaqi.
This family held no affection for her; instead, she had foolishly abandoned the one who loved her most.
In this lifetime, she would properly protect those who loved her.
What did the life or death of these people have to do with her?
Su Nanqing stood up, her voice cold and clear: “There are three major medical institutions in Shengjing. One of them belongs to the Gu and Song families. They all know you. As soon as you go for a paternity test, both families will quickly find out. Do you think you can obtain a genuine paternity report?”
“Actually, whether you believe it or not doesn’t matter, because I have nothing to do with you anymore. I don’t care for a mother like you either, because you chose your adopted daughter over your own flesh and blood. If you enjoy raising someone else’s daughter, that’s your prerogative. I won’t stop your tragic fate.”
After saying this, Su Nanqing felt a sense of relief wash over her.
“Sooner or later, your tragic fate will officially begin—not just yours, but also that of your four sons and your parents.”
Tang Wanying’s pupils contracted sharply. Those peach blossom eyes, identical to Su Nanqing’s, stared at her like an abyss.
“Su Nanqing, how can you be so malicious? How can you be so cruel? How can you utter such heartless words? I am your birth mother! How can you wish for my fate to be tragic?”
Hearing her words, each dripping with anguish, Su Nanqing found it utterly ridiculous.
She sneered, “What does being my birth mother matter? When I was wronged, you always chose to believe Song Jiaqi. If you had shown even an ounce of sincerity toward me, your own daughter, I wouldn’t have severed ties with you so easily. But did you ever?”
“Actually, I can understand you. Song Jiaqi is the daughter you raised from infancy, changing her diapers and feeding her. Your bond with her is deep, and I can comprehend your mother-daughter affection. That you feel nothing for me, the daughter you only recovered in my teens, is also something I can accept. You were the one who rejected me; I never did anything to wrong you.”
Su Nanqing’s heart ached. The mother she had once longed for the most had given her nothing but despair.
Now, she would harbor no more expectations.
Having her grandfather and her other three brothers was enough.
Tang Wanying trembled with rage, unable to contain her fury any longer. She shouted at Su Nanqing’s retreating back, “Su Nanqing, the matter of you pushing Madam Shen isn’t over yet! Shen Muqing is searching for your whereabouts. He won’t let you off!”
Su Nanqing turned to face her, her beautiful peach blossom eyes chillingly cold. “I’m already aware of that matter. Don’t worry, my affairs won’t implicate your precious Song Family or that scoundrel Gu Yushen.”
With a carefree smile, Su Nanqing turned and walked away.
Watching her retreating figure, Tang Wanying felt a sharp pang in her heart. Could it truly be that she was the one in the wrong?
Qiqi was the daughter she had raised with her own hands. Qiqi excelled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—she was her pride.
Su Nanqing harbored malicious intentions and repeatedly targeted Qiqi, yet Qiqi never said anything about it. Instead, Qiqi claimed she didn’t care for a mother like her.
Even when clear evidence of her bullying Qiqi was presented right before her eyes, she stubbornly refused to admit it, accusing Qiqi of framing her.
She was truly unrepentant.
Qiqi had already explained what happened at her birthday party, so why couldn’t Su Nanqing let it go?
Su Nanqing had set Qiqi up numerous times, while Qiqi only retaliated once—why couldn’t she act more maturely?
Tang Wanying was so furious her chest ached. In her anger, she chased after them and reached the elevator, only to see two men in sharp suits leading Su Nanqing away.