"I'm pregnant!" Nanyan announced, so excited she could barely hold herself from jumping up and down.

To conceive this child, she had gone through much hardship. Finally, hard work paid off.

Holding her test results, she walked out of the doctor's office jubilantly.

Just as she rounded the corner of the obstetrics and gynecology building, she ran into Song Mujing.

Song Mujing, looking pitiful, blocked her path and asked, "Sister Nanyan, you seem so delighted. Are you expecting?"

Nanyan's smile faded instantly, "None of your business."

Song Mujing rubbed her belly with a smile, "I'm pregnant too, with Brother Beichen's child."

Nanyan felt dizzy.

After taking a moment to gather herself, she replied, "Even if you are pregnant, Qin Beichen and I will never divorce. You will always be the mistress, and your child will always be illegitimate."

A glint of menace flashed in Song Mujing's eyes.

Suddenly,

She leans into Nanyan’s ear and whispers, "Sister Nanyan, aren't you curious who took those bed photos with you and that man three years ago?"

Her words hit Nanyan where it hurt; she swayed a bit, then angrily asked, "Who did it?"

Song Mujing gave a frighteningly sinister laugh, "It was me. I was the one who took the photos, even posed you all. Sister Nanyan, your body is quite flexible, fit for anything."

Nanyan’s head buzzed, and anger surged through her.

She immediately threw back a loud slap.

Because of those unsightly pictures three years ago, Qin Beichen and her became enemies. For three whole years, she lived a life worse than death.

It was this woman who messed things up!

She ruined her happy marriage! Ruined everything she had!

Years of pent-up resentment made Nanyan lose her senses.

She grabbed Song Mujing's collar and pushed her into a corner, wishing to end her life!

Song Mujing didn’t resist, but instead sarcastically said, "If you dare to treat me like this, Brother Beichen will definitely not let you off, he will make you pay!"

Those words ignited Nanyan's anger further, gripping her collar tight, she grit her teeth and spat out, "Fine, let him come to deal with me. We will perish together, let's see how long you can keep your smug face!"

The tight collar made Song Mujing gasp for air, "Do you want to go to jail? What about Yangyang, if you go in?"

Her words struck Nanyan's weak spot, her hands involuntarily loosened from Song Mujing's collar.

Yangyang was the child from her love affair with Qin Beichen three years ago, who was diagnosed with a severe blood disease three months ago.

She was having a second child precisely to save the life of their first child with cord blood.

Just in the moment of her stupefaction, a great force suddenly attacked, viciously pulling her arm and tossing her backward.

Nanyan heavily fell on the concrete floor, and it felt like her tailbone was about to break.

Her arm slammed against the sharp edge of the flower bed, cutting a long wound from which fresh blood gushed out.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't move, crumpled on the floor and watching the man who had pulled her.

The man was dressed in a tailored dark suit, tall, with an evident noble aura. His handsome face was chiseled, his features profound, eyes as bright as stars, a high nose bridge, and a jawline carved to perfection.

It was her husband, Qin Beichen.

His face was ice-cold, dark enough to chill anyone to the bone.

"Beichen," Nan Yanreached out for him, hoping he would help her up.

However, Qin Beichen merely glanced at her coldly and knelt down to help Song Mujing instead.

Looking at her slightly reddened face, he asked with concern, "Mujing, are you okay? Does your face still hurt?"

Song Mujing nestled into his arms, shivering, like a bullied little bunny.

She whimpered, "Brother Beichen, don't blame Sister Nan Yan. She hit me because she loves you too much. It's all my fault...I shouldn't have fallen for you. I shouldn't have made her angry by getting pregnant...I'll go abort the child right away..."

Nan Yan tried to get up and leave, but was pulled back by Qin Beichen. "You dare!" he yelled angrily.

Turning towards Nan Yan, Qin Beichen's eyes were frosty cold. "Nan Yan, are you tired of living?"

Nan Yan lowered her gaze to her bleeding arm. The blood had dripped onto the floor, creating an eye-catching red puddle.

But he didn't seem to care at all.

He didn't care in the slightest...

Her heart ached like it was being cut by knives. South Smoke managed a bitter laugh, enduring the intense pain as she struggled to get up from the ground.

With her back straight and her body leaning backwards, she said heavily, "Qin Beichen, you listen to me. The reason I beat her was because those bed photos from three years ago were taken by Song Mujing! It's their plotted conspiracy! She just admitted i..."

"Shut up!"

Qin Beichen coldly silenced her, his eyes filled with disgust.

"Before those pictures were sent to me, Mujing was always at the hospital taking care of me. How could she have the time to take lewd pictures of you and some wild man? Don't dump your wrongdoings on Mujing!"

South Smoke froze, her eyes falling on Song Mujing's face.

A barely noticeable triumphant smile flashed across her tear-streaked face and then disappeared, returning to the pitiful look.

South Smoke laughed too. Her smile concealed the anger of being plotted against and the deep-rooted hatred.

Soon, a crowd began to gather around them, whispering among themselves.

Song Mujing's eyes shifted, she suddenly bent over clutching her stomach, groaning in pain, "Beichen...my stomach hurts so much, agh...it hurts..."

Qin Beichen's face immediately changed, and he swiftly scooped her up, striding towards the maternity ward.

His steps were hurried, showing his anxiety.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly halted.

He looked back at South Smoke's bloody arm, his gaze faltered slightly.

Suppressing the complex emotions in his heart, he said coldly, "If anything happens to the child in Mumu's womb, I will never forgive you!"

Nanyan replied with a pale and rigid smile, her heart bleeding.

Fury, despair, depression, and humiliation felt like an invisible large hand, tightly choking her throat to the point of suffocation.

Yet she stubbornly held back her tears, refusing to let a single drop fall.

Tears are a luxury that only the weak can afford, and she would never allow herself to be weak.

She had to stand tall, grit her teeth and persist until she saw these two detestable people pay the price with her own eyes!