Ning Shu’s deafening silence seemed to finally allow others to glimpse her unspeakable sorrow.
The tangled relationships, love and hatred among them were no secret.
If one were to compare misery, Ning Shu had now reversed her position, becoming the most tragic of all—without exception.
Her husband’s former white moonlight had moved into their home, and she had to discuss professional academic matters with her husband every day. Her predicament at home was utterly predictable.
What could she do on the sidelines?
Serve tea and water?
Or simply hide in the bedroom?
But if she hid in the bedroom, how would she feel leaving her husband alone with his white moonlight outside?
Fu Yanshen already had feelings for Meng Xuan, and now with their constant companionship day and night…
It was easy to imagine.
Yet, aside from agreeing, Ning Shu had no other choice. She was trapped on a platform with no way down.
That platform was called morality.
The others seemed to sense the difficulty of her situation and the grief in her heart.
Fang Chen’s passing was one layer of sorrow, and now she had another added on top.
But her grief was also one of despair, of voicelessness.
It was like desperately opening her mouth but unable to make a single sound.
As if dragged into a black hole in the deep sea, submerged and crushed by the high-pressure waters, vanishing without a trace.
She might even be criticized if she dared to cry out, told she was wrong, that she was being melodramatic, heartless, and cold-blooded.
So, her misery was real, her suffocation genuine—a maddening sense of injustice that made others want to stand up for her, yet not knowing where to begin.
Ning Shu’s suppressed emotions were like a heavy hammer, pounding relentlessly on the hearts of the onlookers.
The saddest part was that if anyone were to speak up, it could only be the onlookers, while she herself absolutely could not.
The biggest winner was undoubtedly Meng Xuan. She had won, triumphing over everyone else.
Because Meng Xuan’s current position placed her above everyone else. With the child in her womb, she had won everything and could do as she pleased.
Xie Jinghong’s expression darkened profoundly. Suddenly, he stepped forward, took Mother Fang’s hand, and said solemnly, “Mom, I understand you. Each of us wants to create the best environment for the child, and I believe that’s right and necessary.”
After saying this, he paused but immediately added with heavy emphasis, “But Fang Chen would be heartbroken.”
His final remark was exceptionally insightful.
“Fang Chen would be heartbroken.”
Who would Fang Chen be heartbroken for?
The child?
But he had already said that each of them was doing their best to create the best environment for the child, so the child wouldn’t need Fang Chen’s heartache.
Mother Fang was no ordinary person and naturally understood the deeper meaning behind his words.
Who would Fang Chen be heartbroken for?
Of course, for Ning Shu!
Fang Chen’s deep affection for Ning Shu was evident to all.
But today, on the day Ning Shu brought Fang Chen home, she was forced into a corner with no retreat, compelled to accept.
If Fang Chen were here, how heartbroken he would be!
Upon hearing this, Mother Fang’s tears suddenly welled up and spilled over.
Tang Yue’ai and Zhuang Fu, upon hearing these words, also felt their eyes turn deep red.
Yes, if Fang Chen knew that his death had driven Ning Shu to such a state, how heartbroken and shattered he would be.
He was the man who, for Ning Shu’s sake, was willing to marry someone he didn’t love at all.
As for Meng Xuan, upon hearing this, her face paled, and she clenched her teeth tightly.
Originally, she was the victor, standing on the pinnacle of morality and hammering down on everyone.
But now, with just one sentence, Xie Jinghong had brutally dragged her down from the highest point and then casually, yet ruthlessly, crushed her!
To kill a person, destroy their heart!
Both cunning and merciless!
Mother Fang’s tears streamed down as she clutched Xie Jinghong’s hand, her voice trembling with sobs, her lips quivering. “Mom knows, but Mom also has her difficulties. I’m sorry.”
Her apology didn’t seem directed at Xie Jinghong but rather at her most beloved son, Fang Chen.
After delivering this fatal, game-changing counterattack, Xie Jinghong patted Mother Fang’s hand, softening his voice. “I know, Mom. I understand you.”
Mother Fang instantly broke down in tears, feeling as though these words weren’t from Xie Jinghong but from the departed Fang Chen, speaking through him.
At that moment, no one could utter another word.
There was nothing left to say.
One could only say it was truly Xie Jinghong, a man who had long fought in the ruthless battles of the business world.
It was he who, on behalf of Ning Shu, delivered a fatal counterattack in the midst of her silent despair and suffocating anguish.
Turning Meng Xuan’s “triumph” into a laughable joke.
In this battle of top-tier rhetoric, Xie Jinghong carved a bloody path, turning the tide.
Allowing Ning Shu, battered and bruised, to fight back and win this round.
The more they pushed Ning Shu into misery, the more Fang Chen’s spirit in heaven would ache for her.
In other words, Fang Chen was watching from above.
To put it inappropriately, Xie Jinghong’s move to break the deadlock was like achieving a pentakill, securing the MVP title.
Meng Xuan’s pale face and Fu Yanshen’s gloomy expression said it all.
“Alright,” Xie Jinghong patted Mother Fang’s hand. “It’s time to bring Fang Chen home.”
This “battle without smoke” had finally come to an end.
But no one emerged as the winner.
Although Xie Jinghong had executed the final, game-changing counterattack, it didn’t alter the outcome—it didn’t change the fact that Meng Xuan would still be moving into Ning Shu and Fu Yanshen’s home.
When masters clash, there may be no bloodshed, but the devastation is everywhere.
Mother Fang nodded. “Yes, yes. Let’s bring Chen’er home.”
But just then, Meng Xuan suddenly fainted again.
She collapsed into Fu Yanshen’s arms, causing him to cry out anxiously, “Xuan’er!”
Fu Yanshen scooped Meng Xuan up in his arms, and Mother Fang was instantly terrified out of her wits. “Xuan’er! The ambulance—has the ambulance arrived? To the hospital, take her to the hospital first!”
Fu Yanshen carried Meng Xuan away without hesitation, and this time, Meng Xuan did not open her eyes or regain consciousness.
But this time, Mother Fang did not forget—they still had to bring Fang Chen home.
Though her grandson was important, the root of her life, her most beloved would always, forever, be her son.
So, Mother Fang instructed Fang Ling and Jiang Yuanshan to follow Fu Yanshen, while she and Father Fang stayed behind to continue bringing Fang Chen home.
Fu Yanshen carried Meng Xuan away urgently, filled with worry.
Ning Shu watched silently, her heart aching as if sliced by a knife.
But what was even more unbearable was her physical pain.
Her lower abdomen began to ache intensely—not just a dull, heavy, or stabbing pain, but something real and sharp.
Ning Shu herself panicked. At the same time, she faintly felt a warm flow beginning to seep from her lower body.
Under the weight of these multiple high-pressure blows, Ning Shu finally couldn’t hold on any longer.
Her vision began to darken, her body grew cold, and she opened her mouth to cry for help, but no sound emerged.
Then, everything went black.
In the final moment before losing consciousness, all she heard were Tang Yue’ai and Zhuang Fu screaming her name.
She only saw that Xie Jinghong, who had always been calmly controlling the situation, now wore a face full of panic as he rushed straight toward her.
Then she felt as if she had fallen to the ground, sensing something hard beneath her.
She was actually conscious, but unable to make a sound or open her eyes.
Xie Jinghong picked up Ning Shu and was about to turn and leave.
Unexpectedly… Fu Yanshen, who was holding Meng Xuan, had turned back upon hearing the commotion and someone calling Ning Shu’s name, and now looked over.
Everyone present shuddered, their scalps tingling.
This scene was practically a textbook-level love triangle showdown…