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Chapter 309: The Child She’s Carrying is Mine

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: The Child She’s Carrying is Mine

Qi Yun’s sharp gaze swept towards Song Xun with disdain, her eyes filled with contempt and accusation.

He, a grown man, toyed with Miss Song’s feelings, turned around to get engaged to another woman, and still made things difficult for Miss Song at every turn.

She couldn’t bring herself to treat him and his mother kindly.

Mrs. Song was also stunned.

Upon hearing the doctor’s words just now, her face instantly turned pale.

After a brief moment to calm down, Mrs. Song forced herself to ask in a composed tone, "Doctor, was she really pregnant before? Could there be some mistake?"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the doctor freeze, but Jiang Jinfeng was also taken aback.

Their gazes towards Mrs. Song were ice-cold.

Song Xun was completely dazed.

He stood as if a heavy blow had disoriented him, unable to process anything for a long time.

She was pregnant. She had a miscarriage.

What on earth happened?

Why did she never say a word about it?

The doctor hesitated for a moment but then spoke seriously: "We are absolutely certain. Miss Song’s uterine condition leaves no room for doubt. She was indeed pregnant before; the scars from the curettage procedure are very evident. We also obtained details from her own account."

Medicine, after all, is a science—it doesn’t lie.

Mrs. Song’s body shook slightly.

Song Xun seemed like he had collapsed in spirit all of a sudden, his face growing even paler.

He stood motionless, devoid of any expression, but anyone could sense a deathly stillness emanating from him.

The bright lights of the emergency center cast his shadow onto the wall, entirely unmoving.

"Miss Song will regain consciousness shortly. She will be moved out momentarily. She needs to be hospitalized for a day to monitor for continued bleeding. If there’s none, she can return home tomorrow evening for bed rest, but be sure not to agitate her further."

After giving these instructions, the doctor turned back to the operating room.

Song Xun remained visibly dazed, akin to a fool.

Jiang Jinfeng turned his frosty, piercing gaze towards Mrs. Song.

At that moment, Mrs. Song’s expression changed under his scrutiny, and a fleeting glimmer appeared in her eyes.

She looked towards Jiang Jinfeng and suddenly said, "It’s your child, isn’t it?"

Jiang Jinfeng was startled by her abrupt question and momentarily forgot to respond.

"Yes, it’s your child." Mrs. Song glared fiercely at him, suddenly grabbing his collar, pulling him close, and accusing him firmly, word by word: "Our Muyu has always been obedient since she was little. She would never mess around with other men. Up until now, you’re the only man she’s ever brought home."

Jiang Jinfeng suddenly realized he was caught in an impossible situation.

He couldn’t admit it, for doing so would be a betrayal of Muyu.

Nor could he deny it, as denying would only put Muyu in an even more awkward position.

He stood there, stunned.

Qi Yun understood his silence and the reasons behind it.

Mrs. Song’s gaze grew colder as she looked at Jiang Jinfeng. Seeing his speechlessness, she became even more emboldened.

"You beast in human clothing, you ruined my daughter! I’ll fight you to the death!"

Jiang Jinfeng frowned, restrained by Mrs. Song gripping his collar, yet unable to retaliate.

"Enough!" Suddenly, Song Xun’s stern shout silenced everyone in the room.

Qi Yun immediately spoke mockingly: "Who’s the real beast in human clothing? You know very well in your heart, Mr. Song. You finally decided to speak up; I thought you were just going to stay silent like a coward forever."

Mrs. Song stiffened, her face turning particularly grim.

Her first instinct was to look at Qi Yun.

Qi Yun stared coldly at Song Xun.

Yet Song Xun didn’t look at Qi Yun’s face but instead spoke to Mrs. Song in a cold tone: "Let go of Jiang Jinfeng."

Mrs. Song froze and gritted her teeth: "He harmed Muyu. He laid his hands on Muyu, causing her miscarriage, and now whether she can have children is still uncertain. This humiliation is something I can’t tolerate."

Song Xun’s body stiffened again. He looked at his mother with cold, piercing eyes.

One could feel his breathing deepen distinctly.

His eyes seemed to harbor a cold, hellish madness that was frightening.

A furious malevolence brewed within them.

Mrs. Song, sensing he might say something uncontrollable, hurriedly spoke first: "Song Xun, your sister was bullied by this scum."

Jiang Jinfeng sneered audibly with heavy sarcasm. "Hah!"

Song Xun’s face shifted again, and in a cold tone, he said to his mother, "Let him go!"

Mrs. Song froze.

Song Xun suddenly pulled the corners of his lips into an extremely unpleasant smile.

Mrs. Song’s heart jolted in alarm. She wanted to stop him but was too late.

Song Xun declared slowly and deliberately: "The child Muyu was carrying was mine!"

Mrs. Song gasped sharply. "What nonsense are you spewing?"

Finally, Mrs. Song released Jiang Jinfeng’s collar and turned to scold her son: "What are you planning to do?"

Song Xun stared coldly at her, his voice icy as he said, "Isn’t this what you’ve been scheming all along? You knew exactly what happened, yet you wanted to find Muyu a scapegoat?"

"Slap!" Mrs. Song struck him across the face harshly and forcefully.

Instantly, he reeled to the side from the blow.

His handsome face now bore a vivid handprint.

Mrs. Song’s slap seemed to have expended all her strength—swift, precise, and brutal.

Onlookers outside the emergency center observed them curiously, uncertain of what had transpired. Perhaps situations like this weren’t uncommon here at the center.

Places like this, emergency centers, test the depths of human nature.

Some passersby were no longer shocked, assuming that someone didn’t want to spend money to save their loved one.

Having been hit, Song Xun instead burst into laughter.

But his laughter was sorrowful, desolate, laced with deep regret.

Neither Jiang Jinfeng nor Qi Yun had anticipated that Song Xun would claim the child as his own.

At the same time, they found it deeply ironic.

What could his confession achieve now?

Meanwhile, Mrs. Song’s expression twisted unnaturally, contorting into near hysteria.

In her fury, she turned and stormed off.

Seeing her leave, Qi Yun didn’t hold back, calling after her: "Mrs. Song, Miss Song is still in the operating room, hasn’t been moved out yet. Are you leaving without even taking a look at her?"

Mrs. Song responded with nothing but a cold, distant back view.

Without stopping, she disappeared quickly.

At that moment, Song Muyu had yet to be wheeled out.

Jiang Jinfeng’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Song Xun, his gaze icy enough to freeze: "You can leave too. Don’t bother Muyu anymore. Get out!"

Song Xun’s expression darkened, but he didn’t leave.

He turned towards Qi Yun and suddenly asked, "Qi Yun, you know everything, don’t you?"

"So what if I do? And what if I don’t?" Qi Yun retorted coldly. "Miss Song has nothing to do with you anymore. Your fiancée is Miss Shen Shuyi."

Being reminded of this, Song Xun’s face worsened.

Without thinking, he grabbed Qi Yun.

Qi Yun violently shook free. "Don’t touch me!"

Song Xun’s expression hardened. "Tell me, did she choose to miscarry?"

Qi Yun fixed him with a cold gaze: "That’s between you and Miss Song. I won’t relay any messages."

Song Xun was stunned and furrowed his brows.

Jiang Jinfeng sneered: "You still have the nerve to ask? If I were you, I’d have buried my face in my pants by now!"

Just then, Song Muyu was wheeled out.