A remote rural hospital.
Shen Qingqing lay on the operating table, her pregnant belly protruding. Her face was as pale as paper, and the piercing pain caused her to break out in a cold sweat.
Hearing footsteps at the door, Shen Qingqing forced her eyes open.
A familiar figure walked up to her.
It was her best friend, Shen Yaoyao!
She beamed with joy, "Yaoyao? You're finally here? Save me!"
This hospital was obscure, and it was Shen Yaoyao who had introduced her to it.
Shen Yaoyao had told her that she was pregnant before marriage and that if people found out, she would lose face, so she kindly helped her find this secluded place to give birth.
But she had not expected to encounter a difficult labor. She almost thought she was going to die in this remote village.
Fortunately! Fortunately, Shen Yaoyao had arrived!
Shen Yaoyao looked at her bulging abdomen, sneered, and sharply elbowed her, "Save you? Dream on! I can't wait for you to die right now!"
Shen Qingqing screamed in pain, almost losing consciousness. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Shen Yaoyao in disbelief—
"Why..."
She asked this question with all her might.
Shen Qingqing had asked herself, and she had not wronged Shen Yaoyao in any way!
Shen Yaoyao had said her parents died young, so she let her live in the Shen family, letting the Shen family provide for her education, food, and clothing, and raise her to adulthood. But now she wanted her life?
Why?!
Shen Yaoyao laughed flamboyantly, "Because, I am also a daughter of the Shen family!"
Instantly, Shen Qingqing's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You thought I was a genuine orphan whose parents had passed away? Idiot!"
"From the day I approached you, I swore that only I would be the Shen family's daughter! So I used your excessive kindness to move into the Shen family!"
"Even the bastard you are carrying now was my design. Surprised? When that old, ugly beggar was on top of you that day, I was standing outside the door keeping watch for you! Hahahaha!"
"After all, only by ruining you, the pure and clean Miss Shen family, can I take your place, right?"
Shen Yaoyao's words seemed to tear her heart to shreds, causing excruciating pain.
The best friend she had trusted wholeheartedly for so many years had personally caused her to lose her innocence, and now she wanted her life?!
She had invited a wolf into her house. She regretted it deeply!
Seeing Shen Qingqing in a state worse than death, Shen Yaoyao laughed heartily, "Guess who helped me plan all this?"
Shen Qingqing opened her mouth, but the strong sense of suffocation made her unable to speak clearly.
A sudden surge of warmth flowed from between her legs.
The baby seemed to be coming out!
"It's our good father, Shen Zhizhong."
"Including the death of your mother many years ago, it was all within our plan!"
Hearing this, Shen Qingqing's face was already streaked with tears.
She never imagined that her father, who had always doted on her on the surface, would be willing to harm her gentle and kind mother for his illegitimate daughter and mistress!
The next second, a loud cry of a baby came from below.
She had given birth!
Shen Yaoyao's beautiful face contorted, "Shen Qingqing, you've enjoyed the blessings of the Shen family for twenty years. Now, it's my turn! Go to hell now, along with your bastard child!!"
With that, Shen Yaoyao covered the mouth and nose of the wailing infant on the ground and laughed sharply.
"No... don't..."
Shen Qingqing wanted to stop her, but she had no strength left to move.
The baby's cries abruptly stopped, and Shen Qingqing cried out hysterically, "My child—"
Her child died before even opening its eyes!
Shen Yaoyao! You venomous woman!!!
She glared at Shen Yaoyao with unwillingness, her breathing gradually weakening...
Seeing Shen Qingqing's last breath, Shen Yaoyao quickly moved her blood-stained hands away, distastefully picked up the tiny infant, and handed it to the doctor standing at the door.
"No matter what, you must save this bastard alive!"
She then turned to Shen Qingqing, whose pupils were dilating, and snorted, "As for this slut, just throw her into the mountains to feed the wolves."
If not for her infertility, she would not have kept this slut's child.
This slut was really lucky to have escaped the old beggar she had arranged, and instead stumbled into the room of that influential figure.
But what did it matter?
From this moment on, the Shen family's daughter and the Fu family's wife would only be Shen Yaoyao!
With a triumphant smile, Shen Yaoyao turned and left.
The doctor looked at the breathless Shen Qingqing on the bed with pity, but then noticed a bulge suddenly appear on her swollen belly—
His expression instantly changed. This was clear fetal movement!
"There's another child who hasn't been born?!"
...
Five years later.
Vienna Hotel Lobby.
A woman in a haute couture trench coat walked in with high heels. Everywhere she went, all eyes were focused on her.
She was incredibly beautiful, with shimmering apricot-chestnut eyes, raven-black eyelashes, and a gaze that could stir people's hearts. Her skin was porcelain white, her figure tall and well-proportioned, and she exuded an air of nobility with every move, making it impossible to look away.
Her assistant, Colin, hurried to her side, "Ms. Shen, the Shen family's engagement banquet is about to begin. Your designed wedding dress, 'Pure White Love,' has also been auctioned for a high price of one million, but..."
"But what?" Shen Qingqing's eyes flickered, her tone indifferent.
"The person who bid on this wedding dress is Shen Yaoyao. Are you sure you want to sell it to her?"
"Why not?"
Colin fell silent. He had witnessed Shen Qingqing's hardships firsthand.
When they first went to France, Shen Qingqing was alone with Xixi, who had just been born. How many difficulties did the mother and son endure to establish themselves in France?
All the injustice and humiliation they suffered were Shen Yaoyao's doing.
Could Shen Qingqing really swallow this indignity and sell her proud creation, 'Pure White Love,' to Shen Yaoyao?
But Colin had completely misunderstood. Shen Qingqing not only didn't object, but was even happy about it.
That wedding dress was just a draft she had sketched while idle and teaching herself design. After it was accidentally posted online, it caused a huge stir, and the public immediately pushed it to the peak of popularity.
Shen Yaoyao, that vicious fool, was willing to spend a million dollars on a draft on a piece of paper. Why should she refuse the money that came to her doorstep?
Thinking this, Shen Qingqing smiled, "Of course, I'll sell it. However, one million is still too low. Find someone to bid against her. She's hooked up with the renowned Young Master Fu, isn't she? This small amount of money shouldn't mean much to her, right?"
Shen Yaoyao owed her more than just a million; she owed her two lives!
The value of this wedding dress was just a small fraction of the interest she was collecting on this return trip to China.
Hearing Shen Qingqing say this, Colin suddenly understood. Before he could reply, he was bumped into by a man in a hurry, pulling a suitcase.
With a yelp, Colin's suitcase flew out—
The man apologized profusely and quickly ran forward to retrieve both suitcases.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm in a hurry!"
Saying that, the man hastily shoved one suitcase into Colin's hands, not noticing that he had accidentally swapped the two cases in his haste...
Colin frowned in displeasure but didn't say anything.
Shen Qingqing dismissed it as a minor incident, went upstairs to her room, and instructed Colin, "Get me an outfit. I need to leave for the Shen family immediately."
Colin acknowledged her, lowered his head, and opened the suitcase, only to be stunned.
Inside were only a few dark suits and a laptop.
This suitcase... was not theirs!
Meanwhile, inside the presidential suite—
The man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine. He wore a sharp and neat black and gold suit. His eyes were deep, and his chiseled face was as perfect as an Italian sculpture. In his dark pupils, the aura of someone accustomed to being in power flickered.
"Master Fu! I've brought your suitcase!"
Lin Mo panted as he pushed the door open.
Fu Jingshu turned and sat on the sofa, humming, "The computer."
Upon receiving the order, Lin Mo quickly bent down to open the case.
With a click, suddenly, a red, unknown object flew out—
Lin Mo instinctively dodged, only to hear the sharp sound of breaking glass behind him!
Turning around, Lin Mo was almost scared out of his wits.
Master Fu, who he considered wise and mighty, now had a set of red silk pajamas perched on his head, drooping down to cover half his face, giving him a somewhat shy, veiled appearance.