Yuan Limei also angrily said, “That wretched woman is becoming more and more lawless. If we don’t teach her a lesson, she’ll really start thinking she’s someone important.”
Gu Shaoxuan’s pupils contracted slightly as he saw the burn on Gu Qingya’s stomach, a flicker of astonishment passing through his eyes.
“What exactly happened?”
Liang Yourou gently explained from the side, “Brother Shaoxuan, this really isn’t Qingya’s fault. It’s all Nan Zhu’s doing.”
“Qingya only went with me to the hospital for a prenatal check-up. When we heard she had a miscarriage, she kindly went to visit her.”
“But she suddenly flew into a rage, threw a thermos at Qingya, and that’s how Qingya got burned on the stomach.”
Her voice was full of anxiety and concern: “Brother Shaoxuan, Qingya is an unmarried girl. If she gets scarred in such a place, won’t it affect her future marriage prospects?”
Gu Shaoxuan’s anger subsided somewhat, but the doubt in his tone remained.
“But you still shouldn’t have pushed her. She just had a miscarriage and her body is still weak.”
Liang Yourou’s eyes darkened slightly, her grip on his arm unconsciously tightening. Her voice was full of indignation on Gu Qingya’s behalf.
“Brother Shaoxuan, you’re really wronging Qingya. Qingya never pushed her at all—she fell off the bed by herself.”
“From beginning to end, Qingya never laid a finger on her.”
Yuan Limei said furiously, “Shaoxuan, you’re not actually reluctant to let that little slut go, are you?”
“She injured your sister like this, and the baby is gone too. Not only should she leave with nothing, she should also pay for the medical expenses.”
Gu Shaoxuan irritably ran his hand through his hair, sat down on the sofa, and said hoarsely, “That’s not possible anymore.”
The three women froze simultaneously, looking at him with incredulous expressions: “What did you say?”
Gu Shaoxuan’s face was grim, his voice low and raspy: “Uncle believed her story. He says we have to pay her one thousand yuan for the divorce, otherwise he’ll help her file for divorce proceedings.”
“Mom, you should know that if this matter blows up, it won’t just affect me—it’ll affect Dad and Shaoping too.”
He looked at Liang Yourou, wanting to say something, but ultimately didn’t speak.
Liang Yourou’s face turned pale, her eyes instantly filling with tears, her hands at her sides clenching tightly into fists.
She actually wants one thousand yuan? What gives her the right?
“Brother Shaoxuan, is it all because of me? I’m sorry, I… I shouldn’t have come back to find you. I’ll leave right now.”
“I just hope that if anything happens to me in the future, you’ll at least collect our bodies—mine and our son’s.”
Having said this, she stood up, covered her face, and made to run outside.
Gu Shaoxuan’s heart tightened slightly. He quickly stood up and reached out to stop her, his voice softening a bit: “I haven’t even said anything yet, and you’re already jumping to conclusions.”
Liang Yourou took the opportunity to throw herself into his arms, sobbing.
“Brother Shaoxuan, I know it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have come back.”
“But I missed you so much. I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you for the rest of my life, and I was afraid our son would be gossiped about after he’s born.”
Gu Shaoxuan’s movements stiffened slightly. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yuan Limei.
“What did you say? Your uncle wants you to give her one thousand yuan? What is he thinking?”
Hearing that her own younger brother wasn’t siding with them but was actually helping that slut Nan Zhu, Yuan Limei was so angry she started shouting.
“Where is your uncle now? I’m going to talk to him.”
Only then did Gu Shaoxuan remember—after paying the medical fees, he had left without going back to see Nan Zhu.
Helping Liang Yourou sit down on the rosewood sofa, he hesitated for a moment before saying, “Uncle should still be at the hospital.”
“What? Why would your uncle still be at the hospital? Could that bitch Nanzhu be trying to seduce him?”
Gu Shaoxuan’s expression changed, and he abruptly stood up, heading outside.
“Brother Shaoxuan.” Liang Yourou tried to call him back, but he walked away without even turning his head.
Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched tightly into fists. What was so great about Nanzhu?
She was just an orphan who couldn’t help him in any way—so why did he still treat her so well?
Wait, she wasn’t an orphan!
A dark glint flashed in Liang Yourou’s lowered eyes. In this life, she would find a way to take everything from Nanzhu.
But in her previous life, she hadn’t been close to Nanzhu and didn’t know how she had eventually reunited with her family.
Could there be something like a family heirloom jade pendant? Or perhaps she had some kind of birthmark?
She glanced discreetly at Gu Qingya, who was fuming beside her. Did she know something?
“Qingya, don’t be angry. You need to stay calm so the scar on your belly won’t be too noticeable.”
She gently linked arms with Gu Qingya, her voice dripping with sweetness.
“Let me take you upstairs to rest for a while. You’ll need to apply medicine later.”
Gu Qingya huffed angrily, “Sister-in-law, my brother went to find that vixen. Aren’t you worried?”
Liang Yourou: How could she not be worried? But she had more important things to do right now.
The Gu family currently lived in a three-story house, which was considered quite luxurious for the time.
However, in her previous life, Liang Yourou had lived in a villa with Wang Weidong, so she felt nothing for this slightly worn three-story building.
Still, it was better than the family dormitory—at least each floor had its own bathroom, so they didn’t have to share one or keep a chamber pot in the room.
Even this three-story house had been obtained through some underhanded methods by Yuan Limei and her husband.
“Qingya, don’t say that. Brother Shaoxuan was married to her for a year, after all. And she just had a miscarriage—it’s only right for him to check on her.”
She was now playing the role of a gentle, educated woman. “Qingya, when Nanzhu came, you didn’t happen to give her something like a family heirloom jade bracelet, did you?”
The question was a bit abrupt, but she was too anxious to care.
She needed to uncover Nanzhu’s secrets before she left, so she could truly steal her life.
Gu Qingya was taken aback by the question and looked at her suspiciously. “Did my brother tell you that? I don’t know anything about it.”
Liang Yourou smiled gently. “I was just wondering if she had some kind of family heirloom or something.”
She lightly touched her slightly swollen belly—inside was a son.
“I thought, since I’m carrying a son, shouldn’t the family heirloom be passed down to your nephew someday?”
Gu Qingya frowned. “Sister-in-law, don’t overthink it. There’s no family heirloom.”
“Sister-in-law, why are you suddenly asking about this?”
Liang Yourou composed herself and said softly, “It’s nothing. I just thought of it because Brother Shaoxuan is so good to her.”
“I heard many families pass down heirlooms, so I thought maybe our family had one too.”
Gu Qingya shook her head firmly. “Impossible. If we had one, Mom would’ve told me.”
“Sis-in-law, don’t worry. Now that she can’t even keep the baby, big brother definitely won’t stay with her.”
“But that bitch—I won’t let her off easy.”
Liang Yurou responded with a noncommittal hum, her mind racing as she wondered how Nanzhu would eventually manage to reunite with her family.
After seeing Gu Qingya back to her room, she left. The room she was staying in was still a guest room because, not having divorced yet, Gu Shaoxuan refused to share a room with her.
She stood outside Gu Shaoxuan’s door and gave it a push—it opened.
Inside, there was a solid wood bed painted in red lacquer, with white mosquito nets tied back on both sides. Beside the bed stood a desk.
On the desk, aside from books and notebooks, there was also a Hongyun fan.
In the corner at the foot of the bed, there was a wooden cabinet.
She gently closed the door, walked over to the bed first, bent down, and flipped over the two pillows to search…