Yin Qi forcefully threw off Han Mingxue’s hand and pointed at Zhou Rou’s nose, cursing, "You despicable woman, I wish I had exposed your foxy facade earlier! Soone capable of drugging my brother and extorting him back then, how virtuous could you possibly be? I just regret not realizing back then that it was you!"
Han Mingxue found Yin Qi’s words strange and suspiciously looked at Zhou Rou—could she really have done those things?
Zhou Rou’s face changed drastically. She hadn’t expected Yin Qi to know about this. Does that an Mrs. Yin knows too?
Before she could co up with an excuse, Mrs. Yin abandoned Mrs. Han and stord toward Zhou Rou with fiery eyes, yelling, "So it was you? I’ll beat you to death today! This is for my grandson!"
Mrs. Yin had completely lost her composure at this point. The grace and poise of an elegant matron were long gone. The only thought left in her mind was to tear this woman’s face to shreds and scratch it up.
For a mont, the hospital corridor descended into chaos. Han Mingxue tried to shield Zhou Rou, but Mrs. Yin still managed to land several hits on him. Yin Qi was like a madwoman, pumling Zhou Rou as well. Mother and daughter ganging up on one person—especially when Han Mingxue couldn’t fight back—led to an obvious outco. Zhou Rou was beaten severely, her face covered in scratch marks and clumps of her hair pulled out.
Mrs. Han tried to break up the fight, but neither Mrs. Yin nor Yin Qi listened to her. In the chaos, she ended up taking a few hits herself, leaving her so enraged her hands trembled. She nearly collapsed from an attack of her heart condition.
The head nurse angrily stopped the commotion, scolding them that this was a hospital and telling them to take their brawling elsewhere!
Zhou Rou couldn’t even tell what part of her body hurt anymore. During the scuffle, she had taken several punches to the stomach from the mother and daughter. Her abdon ached sharply, her face throbbed, and her scalp burned.
Han Mingxue quickly pulled Zhou Rou away to the other end of the corridor. One, to get her out of that environnt and prevent further assaults; and two, to ask her what on earth Yin Qi was talking about.
As they were leaving, Zhou Rou had barely taken a few steps before her expression twisted in pain. She clutched her stomach, bent over, and broke into a cold sweat, crying out in discomfort.
Han Mingxue panicked and shouted loudly at Mrs. Han behind him, "Mom, Mom, co look! Zhou Rou is pregnant too! Her stomach hurts—could it be..."
The day had already been too much for Mrs. Han. Wobbling on unsteady feet, she rushed over and grabbed a passing nurse, pleading for help.
When Zhou Rou was wheeled into the operating room, no one knew what to say anymore.
If both won ended up having problems, then this ss really wasn’t going to be easy to untangle.
...
Today, a leading dia outlet’s entertainnt headline broke a shocking story: Leng Group’s executive CEO, Leng Mohao, had heartlessly abandoned his newlywed wife to have a secret tryst with a mysterious short-haired woman at a hotel.
The article even included several paparazzi photos: one of the two entering a certain hotel one after the other; one of them clearly entering a hotel room; and another of them leaving the hotel consecutively afterward.
Although there was no photo of the two entering or exiting together, resourceful paparazzi pieced together the sequence of events through interviews with hotel staff, along with so speculative flourishes from the writers. The industry erupted in an uproar.
If it were anyone else, people wouldn’t find it surprising. What rich and handso CEO doesn’t have a few tabloid scandals? But Leng Mohao was different. He had always maintained a spotless reputation and was lauded as a chaste, unparalleled gentleman, with no history of romantic rumors.
In fact, before his marriage, so even speculated that his disinterest in won might stem from not liking won at all.
Everyone knew that during the May holidays, Leng Mohao had just tied the knot with the heiress of the Liu Family, becoming the Liu Family’s ideal son-in-law and putting an end to such rumors.
Yet barely more than a month after returning from his honeymoon, this scandal broke. It truly made people sigh—after all, n really are like cats that can’t resist sneaking a bite, more so when they’re both wealthy and attractive.
Perhaps he wasn’t avoiding won all along—he just hid it too well and hadn’t been caught until now.
Now, everyone was abuzz, speculating about the identity of the mysterious, stylish short-haired woman, with nurous websites digging into her background. It wouldn’t take long for her identity to be fully uncovered.
Leng Group, CEO’s office.
Leng Mohao sternly instructed his secretary to politely dismiss the reporters downstairs. "What kind of image does it create to have them clogging up our entrance?"
Only after everyone else had left his office did his expression fully darken.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, glaring down at the reporters below as the security staff scattered them like ants. He seethed inwardly, cursing his carelessness.
Years of hard work, now tainted by such a scandal. To make matters worse, his father-in-law Liu Yisi was furious—he had just called to berate him and even threatened to withdraw from their collaboration if the issue wasn’t handled properly.
Thankfully, he had managed to placate Liu Jiaqi before this. She hadn’t told Liu Yisi about the video, nor had she allowed her mother to speak up about it. Otherwise, Liu Yisi would never have let him off so easily!
Although Liu Jiaqi felt deeply wronged, she had temporarily been pacified by his smooth words and honeyed promises.
Staring at the newspaper on his desk, Leng Mohao picked it up and tore it to shreds in frustration.
Qian Rouxuan, that wretched woman—if not for her, he wouldn’t be in this embarrassing position right now.
He was still furious thinking about the crying phone call she had just made. He could hardly resist tearing her apart. Foolish woman!
What was the use of crying now? Fortunately, the photos only captured a few vague monts. She had been in disguise, and they had been cautious, avoiding any compromising close-ups. As long as he denied it outright, the situation could still be salvaged.
What worried him most now was the video disc sent to his house. What did the sender want—money, or sothing else? After the parcel arrived, there had been no further word, as if the sender had vanished into thin air. Despite his ongoing investigation, he had found no leads thus far.
This was truly a case of underestimating the situation and suffering the consequences. How could he have been so foolish as to fall into Qian Rouxuan’s trap back then?
Could Qian Rouxuan have orchestrated this herself? He shook his head at the thought. Doing so wouldn’t benefit her in any way. It couldn’t have been her. Then who was it?
Could it be Leng Mochen? But that didn’t seem his style—Leng Mochen was cunning but usually preferred direct confrontations.
Besides, if Leng Mochen knew everything, wouldn’t he also know John’s identity? But why hadn’t there been any movent from him? The whole situation was baffling...
He forced himself to calm down and compose a solution to resolve the crisis promptly.
Leng Mohao moved swiftly. He imdiately organized a press conference, where he claid outright that his encounter with the short-haired woman was just a simple misunderstanding.
He explained that his trip to the hotel was purely to et with a client and even produced soone to back up his story. He also declared that he reserved the right to pursue a lawsuit against the dia outlet for defamation.
While this seed like a well-handled resolution, anyone with insight could see it was rely a case of self-deception. The mysterious woman’s identity only fueled more gossip.
Bai Shasha stood excitedly in the back of the conference room. Her magazine was closely covering the incident and had sent her along with a senior colleague to follow up.
While others failed to identify the mystery woman, Bai Shasha recognized her instantly after so careful observation. It was none other than the vile woman she had encountered that day.
Ah, the chaos in these wealthy families! A forr girlfriend of Leng Mochen, now linked to Leng Mohao? And if Sisi’s claim that her child wasn’t Leng Mochen’s were true, could it possibly belong to Leng Mohao? The thought nearly made her faint from disbelief.
Looking at Leng Mohao on stage, speaking eloquently and convincingly, Bai Shasha couldn’t help but marvel at his strong psychological resilience. Hypocrite, scoundrel in suits—weren’t those terms invented for n like him?
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