novelraw Chapter 234: The Harsher, The Better
Chapter 234: The Harsher, The Better
As she spoke, she advanced on Fei Jin.
Yang Meiling stood behind them, her head lowered, but the corners of her mouth quietly curled up.
Her gaze was hidden beneath her hanging hair as she secretly observed everyone’s reactions.
She paid special attention to every subtle change in Fei Jin’s expression.
’Go on, fight. Yell. The show has already started anyway.’
’The bigger the scene, the better!’
’As long as the conflict escalates and Fei Jin starts to doubt Song Qingya, my plan is halfway to success.’
She sniffled twice, feigning grievance, and moved closer to Mrs. Yuan’s ear.
"Aunt Yuan, don’t be so angry. It’s not worth getting sick over... Brother Ajin is just being kept in the dark right now... Once he comes to his senses, he’ll understand..."
On the surface, she was placating her, but inwardly, she was fanning the flames.
Mrs. Yuan was already losing control of her emotions. Provoked like this, her last line of rational defense instantly crumbled.
"Not be angry? My husband is still in there, and we don’t even know if he’ll wake up! The mastermind who hurt him is strutting around right here, and she’s even got Ajin completely fooled!"
Her hand, pointing at Song Qingya, was trembling violently.
"Get out! Get out right now! You don’t belong here!"
As she roared, she raised a hand to push Song Qingya.
She was surprisingly strong, but Song Qingya dodged with a slight turn of her body.
Mrs. Yuan lunged at empty air, her fury growing. She spun around and turned her sights on Fei Jin.
"Why aren’t you stopping her? Why are you protecting her?"
"And you! Fei Jin! You get out too! Go clear your head! Don’t let this woman lead you by the nose anymore!"
Yang Meiling’s eyes darted. She immediately rushed forward, pretending to step in and mediate.
"Aunt Yuan, please calm down! Don’t get physical! Dean Song, you see how agitated Aunt Yuan is. Why don’t you step out for a bit? Don’t make her even angrier!"
Her words both soothed Mrs. Yuan’s emotions and subtly directed the blame toward Song Qingya.
After speaking, she even gently patted Mrs. Yuan’s arm.
Song Qingya sneered inwardly and took a subtle half-step back.
Although Yang Meiling seemed to be mediating, she was actually pressuring her at every step, trying to force her out.
And she had no desire to get caught up in such a pointless struggle.
She calmly adjusted her stance, tapping the floor lightly with her heel and using the momentum to shift back slightly.
"Fine, I’ll go."
Her ready agreement made Yang Meiling falter.
"Everyone, calm down. Dean Yuan needs quiet. He can’t be agitated,"
she added in a steady voice.
This sentence seemed to be out of concern for the patient, but in reality, it was a reminder to everyone present.
This was a hospital, not a marketplace where they could vent their emotions freely.
Anyone who continued to cause a scene would be acting irresponsibly toward the patient’s health.
After speaking, without so much as a sideways glance at Yang Meiling, she turned and walked directly toward the door.
That moment of silence was more powerful than any words.
Yang Meiling froze on the spot, the smile she was maintaining on her face gradually starting to feel strained.
Seeing her leave, Fei Jin followed without a second thought.
As he passed Yang Meiling, he gave her a detached glance.
His stride was firm as he moved forward without hesitation.
In the instant he passed by her, his gaze landed on her face for a moment.
That single, short glance sent a chill to her heart.
Fei Jin caught up with Song Qingya. They walked to a secluded corner at the end of the hallway, his brows still furrowed.
Their steps gradually slowed, the surrounding clamor fading with the distance.
Fei Jin stood slightly behind her, looking at her profile as she gazed down. A worried expression remained etched between his brows.
Song Qingya, however, looked perfectly calm. She leaned against the wall, seemingly in a daze.
Seeing her silence, Fei Jin thought she was sulking, and his tone softened involuntarily.
"Qingya..."
Her name had barely left his lips when the words caught in his throat.
He didn’t know how to continue, afraid that saying the wrong thing would upset her.
"I’m fine."
She cut him off, her tone light.
"A scene like that isn’t enough to scare me."
She finally turned her head to look at him, her gaze clear and resolute.
"Did you think I’d care about their squabbling? It’s just a farce. I’m used to it."
"But, Ajin, there’s something I need you to help me with."
She paused, her voice suddenly dropping lower.
Seeing her expression was normal, Fei Jin relaxed slightly. "Tell me. What is it?"
Whatever she asked, he would do it.
Song Qingya took a step closer and lowered her voice.
"Find someone tight-lipped, but who might also ’accidentally’ let things slip. Spread a rumor. Say that I got so worked up by Mrs. Yuan and Yang Meiling today, so emotional, that the baby... is gone."
She said this without a change in expression, her tone steady.
The moment Fei Jin heard this, his pupils contracted and his heart nearly stopped!
His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his hands clenched into fists unconsciously.
"Qingya! How... how can you say that?! You can’t spread rumors like this! If it really gets out, think of the negative impact on the child!"
Song Qingya raised an eyebrow, not a hint of panic on her face.
She knew what he was worried about.
"I want this false rumor out there. It will make certain people lower their guard, and it will also make those people pay a price for what they did today."
Fei Jin stared at the cold glint that flashed in her eyes. He knew she had made up her mind, and no amount of persuasion would work.
"Alright, I understand. I’ll make the arrangements. But Qingya, carrying all this by yourself is too much. The hospital, and that woman Yang Meiling..."
Fei Jin’s voice dropped a little.
He knew the situation within the hospital was already a roiling undercurrent; the slightest misstep could lead to total defeat.
And the position Song Qingya was in now was too dangerous.
She not only had to deal with the chaos caused by Dean Yuan’s sudden illness, but also guard against schemes coming from all directions.
Especially a woman like Yang Meiling, who was accustomed to stepping on others to climb her way up.
"Don’t worry."
"I’ll handle whatever comes. If Mrs. Yuan wants to cause a scene, let her. She’ll stop when she runs out of energy. As for Yang Meiling..."
Song Qingya paused, her gaze gradually turning cold.
"Since she loves pretending to be virtuous and filial, I’ll let her have her way. Let her keep acting until the audience gets tired of it. I’m not in a hurry. Time is on my side."
"I’ve already found the perfect partner to act alongside her."
The evening breeze gently brushed past her ears, tousling the stray hairs on her forehead.
She reached up to brush them back, her expression still composed.
But Fei Jin sensed something was off.
When she said that, an imperceptible trace of mockery flashed in her eyes.
Fei Jin poured Song Qingya a glass of water, but he couldn’t feel at ease.
Hot water flowed slowly from the spout into the glass cup, wisps of white steam rising from it.
"Qingya, about spreading the rumor of a miscarriage... won’t that just stir up more trouble?"
"Your position is too conspicuous right now. What if someone targets you over this?"
He didn’t dare to think any further.
If someone were to seize on this and blow it out of proportion, the pressure from public opinion and doubt from her superiors would all come crashing down on her.
Song Qingya gently set down her cup, walked to the window, and gazed out at the pitch-black night sky.
The night breeze stirred the sheer curtain, gently brushing against her shoulder.
"Trouble? I’m not afraid of that. What other people say is their business. But what I do is my choice. As long as my conscience is clear, the rumors will eventually fade."