“Heh…”
Su Nanqing’s laughter was filled with heart-wrenching pain. With tears glistening in her eyes, she looked at the man before her—truly heartless.
“Gu Yushen, we’ve lived together for two years. In your eyes, am I really that vicious? Then again, you love Song Jiaqi so much that even her excrement smells sweet to you, let alone her words.”
“With evidence right in front of you, you still refuse to believe it. So what could I possibly say that you would believe?”
Gu Yushen: “You…”
He gazed into her beautiful eyes, filled with utter despair and sorrow, as if marrying him was the filthiest thing imaginable.
She stood alone in the distance. The air in the garden was fresh, and the glow from the distant large screen illuminated her figure—detached and solitary.
The breeze gently lifted the hem of her skirt and her flowing hair. Cloaked in an aura of icy detachment, her lovely eyes were frozen with frost and indifference.
Gu Yushen suddenly realized she had changed.
Those deep, beautiful eyes held too many emotions he couldn’t comprehend.
Su Nanqing sneered: “Gu Yushen, the facts are right before your eyes, yet you still refuse to believe me even once.” Her words were steeped in sorrow, each one piercing the heart.
Gu Yushen felt an uncontrollable pang of pain in his heart.
At that moment, the police brought in two men.
The onlookers, seeing this, reveled in schadenfreude.
In Dijing, the Gu and Song families were always topics of endless gossip.
The two men brought in by the police pointed at the shocked Wang Ma in the distance and said:
“It was that old woman who bribed us. She gave us the money too. Officer, I have evidence here.”
The police turned to Wang Ma. Suffering from high blood pressure and already agitated by the video exposure, the sight of the police caused her blood pressure to spike. Trembling, she knelt on the ground. “Officers, I did everything. It has nothing to do with our young lady. If you must arrest someone, arrest me. I acted on my own.”
Su Nanqing watched the weeping Wang Ma, feeling somewhat puzzled. She was actually willing to take all the blame for Song Jiaqi.
Su Nanqing had only wanted to leave with her reputation intact, which was why she had orchestrated this entire spectacle.
Feigning disbelief, Su Nanqing asked: “Wang Ma, I’ve never wronged you. Why would you frame me like this?”
Wang Ma was taken aback. Looking at Su Nanqing’s strikingly beautiful yet aloof face, she seemed different somehow.
“Su Nanqing, you can only blame your own bad luck. I did this because I couldn’t stand the sight of you. Your husband doesn’t love you, and your brothers despise you. I just didn’t want you to turn this household upside down, that’s why I did it. You’re nothing but a jinx.”
Su Nanqing smiled bitterly. So even a servant found her unbearable? Just how pathetic had her life been?
But from now on, she would live well. She would never give anyone the chance to hurt her again.
It was time for her to go back.
She had lost her life over a worthless man like him.
In her past life, she had let down too many people. In this life, she would not fail those who loved her.
As for this family descending into chaos afterwards, she would simply watch quietly from the sidelines.
Su Nanqing, oh Su Nanqing, you were truly infatuated, a hopeless romantic.
Fortunately, she had been given another chance.
Su Nanqing turned to the police with a charming smile: “Officer, please discuss any further developments in the case with my lawyer. My lawyer will visit the police station later.”
After giving her instructions, Su Nanqing turned to look at Madame Gu. She walked over and whispered in Madame Gu’s ear, “Madame Gu, for the sake of the daughter your husband had with his mistress outside, you’re driving away your own biological daughter. Let’s wait and see what the future holds.”
Su Nanqing dropped this bombshell and strode away with determined steps.
Indeed, Song Jiaqi was not an adopted daughter but the child born from Song Nanfeng’s affair with his mistress outside. In order to bring back the daughter of his beloved, they had swapped her away—this was something she discovered while her soul drifted around them.
Madame Gu watched Su Nanqing’s retreating figure with shock and astonishment, her pupils gradually widening.
Gu Yushen stared at her slender back. She had left without even glancing at him.
Gu Yushen turned his gaze toward Song Jiaqi.
Song Jiaqi also looked at him nervously. “Brother Shen, I don’t know anything. I really don’t know anything.”
Wang Ma had already taken all the blame; as long as she feigned ignorance, it would be fine.
As Song Jiaqi watched Gu Yushen walking toward her, her vision darkened, and she fainted.
“Jiaqi!” Gu Yushen exclaimed anxiously, picking up Song Jiaqi and carrying her out.
Once outside the Villa gate, he saw Su Nanqing’s proud figure getting into a luxury car. He rushed after her, but the car sped past him, kicking up dust as it vanished into the distance.