Seeing her daughter being taken away, Tang Wanying felt anxious. Even if there was no affection between them, this was still her biological daughter.
She hurried after them, only to see Su Nanqing being led into the elevator.
She was frantic—how could she not be, when it was her own flesh and blood?
“Su Nanqing!” she called out, but the elevator doors had already closed.
Biting her lip, she rushed to another elevator in the club to wait.
Yet when she finally chased downstairs, Su Nanqing was nowhere to be seen.
In her panic, she picked up her phone, unsure who to call.
Since Su Nanqing’s return all these years, she had been at odds with everyone out of jealousy toward Qiqi.
Gu Yushen had always resented Su Nanqing for occupying the position of Gu Tai-tai that rightfully belonged to Song Jiaqi. Recently, with the collaboration with the Shen family, he wouldn’t care about Su Nanqing’s fate either.
Tang Wanying thought for a moment—perhaps it would be good to teach Su Nanqing a lesson.
Maybe she would learn to behave better in the future.
Tang Wanying looked up at the blazing sun in the sky, her mood irritable.
What was the tragic fate Su Nanqing had spoken of?
Unpleasant matters always made one’s thoughts run wild.
But Su Nanqing’s words held some truth. If she conducted paternity tests at these two places, the samples could easily be swapped.
Over the years, Song Nanfeng had never given her any reason to doubt him. Could it be that Su Nanqing was just spouting nonsense?
Tang Wanying’s mind was a tangled mess, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do.
Early autumn, yet the weather was still scorching.
Su Nanqing was escorted by two bodyguards into a luxury car, where the air conditioning was running.
Despite this, Su Nanqing was drenched in sweat from the walk.
Shoved into the back seat, she noticed the Shen family emblem on the car and immediately knew these bodyguards were from the Shen family.
The Shen family was an aristocratic clan with its own heraldic symbol.
Qingyue had already investigated—Madam Shen had not yet regained consciousness and was still lying in the hospital. Only by seeing Madam Shen and reviving her could Su Nanqing clear her name.
When she arrived at the club today, she knew someone was following her and that Shen Muqing had been searching for her.
She was certain these were people sent by Shen Muqing.
Having been reborn, she had reclaimed herself and was determined not to live as meekly as she had in her previous life.
She wouldn’t let Shen Muqing bully her over Song Jiaqi’s hypocritical act of saving a life.
Song Jiaqi was exceptionally talented and skilled in computer technology.
As for why she appeared in the video, only someone as familiar with her as Song Jiaqi could have orchestrated it.
Su Nanqing was quickly taken by the two bodyguards to the hospital and directly escorted to Madam Shen’s ward.
To her surprise, Gu Yushen and Song Jiaqi were also there.
When Gu Yushen saw her being forced in by the two bodyguards, his gaze darkened.
Su Nanqing was his woman now. Shen Muqing truly had no regard for him.
Meanwhile, a gleam of schadenfreude flickered in Song Jiaqi’s eyes.
Su Nanqing looked straight ahead. Sitting by the old madam’s bedside was a man with a face as flawless as jade, an unruly demeanor, and eyes burning with intense fire.
Seeing this face, Su Nanqing momentarily forgot about Gu Yushen beside her. This was a face more bewitching than any demon—noble, elegant, and seductively charming. There was a kind of man whose beauty was radiant yet not effeminate, and this stunning gentleman before her was exactly that.
The corners of Su Nanqing’s lips lifted, her heart surging with emotion.
But a sarcastic voice interrupted her good mood.
“Su Nanqing, you pushed the old madam into the water, and she still hasn’t woken up. How can you still smile? Does your conscience not hurt?”
This time she had evidence in hand. Even if Su Nanqing refused to admit it, she could produce the evidence and have Shen Muqing destroy her. These young masters had plenty of twisted tastes.
Su Nanqing glanced sideways at the indignant Song Jiaqi,
But Su Nanqing suddenly chuckled: “Heh… Song Jiaqi, let me ask you this—does your conscience hurt at all?”