Qin Zhiyuan never expected that Song Qinian would act so decisively—he immediately tackled him and sent him sprawling to the ground.
Su Weiwei, standing nearby, was startled and rushed forward to help him up.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you hitting someone for no reason?”
Su Weiwei genuinely cared for Qin Zhiyuan—after all, he was her future and the father of her child.
Qin Zhiyuan slowly got to his feet, touching his nose and realizing it was bleeding profusely.
Song Qinian’s face was as cold as water.
He had long seen through Qin Zhiyuan—he wasn’t a good man. Even if Su Wanning didn’t love him, he shouldn’t slander her. After all, she had once been involved with him.
Now Qin Zhiyuan, muddling with his “sister-in-law,” had the audacity to accuse Su Wanning of stealing money.
Ridiculous. If Su Wanning had really stolen money, would she have ended up in such a situation?
Even just two hundred yuan could have prevented her from being forced to marry a fool.
“You claim Wanning stole your money. Do you have proof? Did you see it with your own eyes? No proof means it’s a false accusation—and this punch is light compared to what you deserve.”
In Song Qinian’s eyes, even if Su Wanning had taken the money, a man of honor would not pursue her so harshly.
Moreover, she simply couldn’t have done such a thing.
Su Wanning, unable to contain herself, stood and shouted angrily:
“Qin Zhiyuan, have you no shame? A few days ago, you said you spent the family fortune to save Su Weiwei, and now you’re saying the missing 200 yuan is because of me? If the family fortune is gone, where would two hundred yuan even come from?”
Qin Zhiyuan’s heart skipped a beat. He had completely forgotten about this.
The money he used to save Su Weiwei came from a box of small yellow croakers, not the family funds.
Seeing Qin Zhiyuan at a loss for words, Song Qinian sneered:
“Speak! If all the family’s money is gone, where would two hundred yuan come from? Let me tell you, the Song family isn’t a place for you to run wild. A real man shouldn’t let people look down on him.”
Song Qinian made a move as if to strike again. Qin Zhiyuan immediately stepped back.
Looking at the Song family’s two-story house, Qin Zhiyuan felt a deep sense of injustice. He could not stand by and watch Su Wanning live such a good life.
“Comrade Song, don’t blame me for speaking plainly. She not only slept with a few bandits, but came back and even tried to seduce me. By the time she reaches you, she’s already third-hand goods. You’re such a fine man; there’s no reason to be with her.”
Qin Zhiyuan glanced at Su Wanning.
“Su Wanning, come with me. You can still stay at our house. Look at yourself—do you deserve Comrade Song?”
Even now, Qin Zhiyuan tried to manipulate her.
But Su Wanning wasn’t stupid. Song Qinian’s build alone dwarfed Qin Zhiyuan’s—how dare he talk like this?
She clenched her stomach and spat at Qin Zhiyuan in anger.
“Do you think your family is some treasure trove? I don’t care! I won’t go back. Qin Zhiyuan, remember this: whatever you owe me, I will reclaim every last bit. Take your beloved sister-in-law and go—get out of my sight.”
Su Weiwei dabbed Qin Zhiyuan’s bloody nose with a handkerchief, heartbroken, and looked pleadingly at Su Wanning.
“Wanning, why speak so harshly? Come back—I’ll let Zhiyuan marry you. I won’t compete with you. Just give me and my child something to eat, that’s enough.”
Song Jianjun frowned, confused by the chaos.
Qin Zhiyuan had just been thrown out, accomplishing nothing, and went off scowling, furious.
Because of Qin Zhiyuan’s antics, Song Jianjun and Liu Meiling’s impression of Su Wanning worsened—they already disliked her character, and now her hands weren’t clean either.
Recalling Song Sisi’s suggestion from earlier, the couple’s resolve hardened.
If she was this much trouble, they could just slip her something to induce a miscarriage. Then their son wouldn’t have to be responsible for her.
Afterward, they could cultivate a relationship with Li Shengmei—children or no children, it didn’t matter.
Song Sisi’s scheme was cunning.
Obtaining abortion medicine was easy—Liu Meiling already had it on hand.
Initially hesitant, the interference from Qin Zhiyuan strengthened their determination.
They planned to slip the medicine into Su Wanning’s meal the next day.
After dinner, Su Wanning returned to her bedroom to change clothes. Someone knocked on the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me.”
Su Wanning paused but opened the door.
Song Qinian entered, slightly awkward.
Seeing the lively young woman before him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of money, shoving it into her hands.
“Here’s five hundred yuan. Take it for now. My bankbook is with my mother, and I rarely spend money. Once we’re married, I’ll transfer more to you.”
He spoke lightly, as if it were a trivial amount.
Su Wanning desperately needed money. Her clothes were still the ones her eldest sister-in-law had prepared for her wedding—otherwise, she would have been patched up from head to toe.
Song Qinian lifted the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry. Tomorrow, they’ll agree.”
“Huh?”
Su Wanning didn’t know what he had in mind, but seeing his confidence, she didn’t ask further.
This man could at least temporarily shelter her—and he was sincere in his responsibilities.
Though there was no romantic attachment yet, he was a dependable husband-to-be.
Both sat at the edge of the bed, staring at each other. The atmosphere was oddly charged.
Su Wanning vividly remembered that night—the first time she had been with a man so violently.
Song Qinian remembered it too, clearly—the way she had melted under him, fragile yet clinging tightly.
A fire ignited in his lower abdomen, leaving him parched and flushed.
Su Wanning’s ears turned red.
Suddenly, Song Qinian stood.
“Tomorrow, go to the department store and buy some new clothes. Don’t worry about money. It’s late now; go rest.”
With that, he practically bolted out of the room.
Looking at his retreating back and the money in her hands, Su Wanning felt life was a little less difficult.
The next morning, Song Qinian left early. By lunchtime, he still hadn’t returned.
Liu Meiling planned to act that day.
“Wanning, you’re pregnant and need nutrition. Here’s some supplied milk. I specifically had Sisi prepare a few spoonfuls for you. Drink it while it’s hot.”
She pushed the cup toward Su Wanning.
Seeing Liu Meiling’s sudden kindness, Su Wanning’s alarm bells went off.
The saying goes: sudden favors always hide a trick.
This milk might be drugged.
Su Wanning thought for a moment. Aside from abortion medicine, there was likely nothing else.
Should she drink it?
Actually, she didn’t want this child.
At this early stage, with no emotional attachment, abortion would be convenient.
Also, running a business with a large belly would be inconvenient.
After consideration, Su Wanning thanked her and took a few sips.
At that moment, Song Qinian returned.
His face was pale, and his walk slightly awkward.
“Qinian, what’s wrong? Are you unwell?”
He walked to the table and tossed a report onto it.
Liu Meiling picked it up and saw—it was a vasectomy report.
“You… you got a vasectomy?”
Song Qinian nodded. “Yes. I can’t have children anymore.”
Song Jianjun’s face went pale. He jumped up.
“Quick, quick! Take Wanning to the clinic immediately!”