Everything was obvious by this point.
The file in Li Yun’er’s hand fell to the ground with a slap. She stumbled, her body going soft, and collapsed onto the floor.
As if her soul had been ripped away, she sat there, stunned into silence.
“Whose child is in your womb?”
Qing Muye, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a cigarette, flicked the ash into the ashtray, asking casually.
Li Yun’er, whose wits had been scattered by fear, looked up blankly. “What… child? The child, of course, of course, it’s yours, Muye ge. You can’t… you can’t disown it.”
How could this have happened?
Everything had been fine yesterday, so why the sudden suspicion about the child?
The sudden turn of events caught Li Yun’er completely off guard.
She had never expected Qing Muye to react so swiftly.
“Do you know why I didn’t contact you yesterday?”
Qing Muye raised one of his eyebrows, his posture as proud as a high-and-mighty deity, exuding an aura of judgment over all beings.
“Why… why?”
Li Yun’er asked cautiously.
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, so quiet it seemed only she could hear it.
“Boss had me contact Country C and investigate all your affairs there. Otherwise, why wouldn’t Boss contact you on the day of the incident?”
Song Ci explained from the side.
The reason Qing Muye suspected the child in Li Yun’er’s womb was because she had repeatedly targeted Meng Jingwei in her attempt to feign saving him.
Her actions were ruthless, relentless, and she wouldn’t stop until she achieved her goal.
She had gone to great lengths to marry him, and on that occasion abroad, had she truly gotten pregnant on the first try?
As expected, the investigation results were beyond anything he’d imagined.
Hearing Song Ci’s words, Li Yun’er’s face instantly turned ashen, as pale as paper, her face drained of all color, making her look like a phantom in the dark night, terrifying.
“No… no, it’s impossible.”
Li Yun’er shook her head frantically. She reached out to cover her unborn child. “This child is yours, truly yours… mmph…”
Before she could finish speaking, Qing Muye suddenly bent down and grabbed her by the neck. “Have you thought about how you want to die?”
“Mmph… Pain… Pain…”
His knuckles creaked with pressure, squeezing so hard that Li Yun’er felt as if her trachea was shattering. Her face turned red from the pain, and she couldn’t breathe.
Lifted like a small chicken, she desperately hit Qing Muye’s hands. “Mmph… let… let go…”
With all her might, she managed to gasp out a few broken words.
Qing Muye narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed her to the ground as if she were garbage.
With a thud, Li Yun’er’s head hit the bed, her forehead gushing blood from the impact.
“Hoo… hoo~~”
As she fell, her neck was released, and air flooded into her body, making her cough. She no longer cared about the wound on her forehead.
Qing Muye took some tissues from the table behind him, wiped his hands, and tossed the tissues into the trash can with utter disgust. “Take her for the surgery.”
“Yes, boss.”
Song Ci nodded.
Li Yun’er was terrified to the core. She crawled to Qing Muye and clutched his trouser leg. “Wuwu… Muye ge, this child is truly yours, you can’t be so heartless. Grandma will be heartbroken when she finds out. Grandma’s greatest wish is to hold her great-grandchild. If she knew you… ah…”
Some people always managed to provoke others’ limits without knowing it.
And Qing Muye’s limit was Li Yun’er deceiving him, and more importantly, deceiving Grandma, making an old woman in her fifties wait in vain for so long.
Damn it!
Qing Muye lifted his foot and kicked Li Yun’er fiercely in the chest. She was sent backward, rolling a couple of times before landing on the ground, spitting blood from the pain.
Li Yun’er had never seen such an enraged and bloodthirsty Qing Muye.
The man she loved was taciturn, aloof, arrogant, and handsome, the ideal match for countless girls.
Despite his cold and rebellious exterior, he had been relatively gentle with her.
But she had never realized that beneath that beautiful face lay such a vicious heart.
Li Yun’er clutched her chest, unable to speak from the pain.
She glared at Qing Muye with hatred, her fist clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palm, drawing blood, but she was oblivious.
Let alone Li Yun’er, even Song Ci and the bodyguards nearby were too terrified to breathe.
It seemed they hadn’t seen their boss angry in over a decade, nor had they ever seen him lay a hand on a woman.
It was simply… inconceivable!
Song Ci, along with a few others, took the prostrate Li Yun’er away.
Ten minutes later, Song Ci walked in with an ultrasound report. “Boss, the doctor said Li Yun’er’s uterine wall is quite thin. Once she has a miscarriage, she will be infertile for life.”
Qing Muye stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of tea. Upon hearing Song Ci’s words, he slowly turned his head, his face cast in a layer of frost.
With just a glance, Song Ci was so frightened that he immediately said, “This subordinate spoke out of turn, this subordinate deserves to die.”
He took the ultrasound report and turned to leave the office.
When fate’s misdeeds can be forgiven, self-inflicted ruin cannot be escaped.
This time, Li Yun’er could only blame herself for seeking her own demise. Even the consequence of lifelong infertility was her just deserts.
Just as the man walked out of the office, his boss’s voice echoed from behind him, “Cancel the anesthetic.”
Song Ci froze, feeling a throbbing in his temples.
Five minutes later, hysterical screams of agony erupted from the obstetrics operating room, mournful and chilling.
Lying on the operating table, Li Yun’er was tightly bound. No matter how she struggled, it was in vain.
Feeling the cold surgical instruments churning within her, the tearing pain was like being dismembered alive, unbearable.
After years of enjoying wealth and being pampered, how could she endure such suffering?
The pain spread to every limb, every pore seemed to scream, and the agony brought tears to her eyes, her veins bulging on her forehead.
She gripped the operating table with both hands, crying out in pain, her wails sounding like those of a vengeful spirit.
At this moment, her pain fueled her hatred for Qing Muye, and even more so for Meng Jingwei.
As time ticked by, Li Yun’er’s face grew pale and bloodless, covered in sweat, and she even lost the strength to cry out.
At the peak of her pain, she felt as if her ears had gone deaf, her mind buzzing.
After an unknown period of torment, the surgery was finally over.
She was unceremoniously pulled off the operating table. A bodyguard dragged her downstairs, tossed her into a car, and slowly drove towards the city center.
More than forty minutes later, the car arrived at Longxi Villa. She was thrown out of the car like trash, lying on the ground, looking like a dying person.
Song Ci threw the examination report he was holding in front of Li Yun’er. “Your uterine wall is relatively thin. The doctor said you will never be able to conceive again.”
With that, he got into the car and drove away.