Chapter 130: A Beating in the Conference Room

“What’s your name?” Song Qingtian asked.

“Chen Yun!” Chen Yun smiled—a faint smile, yet one that spoke volumes of contempt.

Song Qingtian glanced at Ling Hanyu, his expression as blank as a stone. If he wasn’t going to help, then she’d do it herself.

“Mr. Chen, I’m not sure what grudge you possibly hold against me that would lead you to target me so often, but there are indeed some things I’ve forgotten. The loss of my parents hit me so hard that many details have slipped my mind—I’m not exactly sharp anymore. Looking back, I truly feel ashamed, but I can assure you I never harmed you. All my youthful ignorance was directed at President Ling; no matter how high-ranking you are, I’m certain we’ve never crossed paths.”

Ling Hanyu slowly raised his head to look at Song Qingtian. Forgotten?

Yang Yifan brought over a glass of water and set it down.

Song Qingtian didn’t forget to thank him.

Chen Yun was clearly annoyed: “Miss Song, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m only taking issue with the matter, not with you personally. As for developing that piece of land, our proposal and plan have been ready for ages—we simply can’t afford to waste…”

“Mr. Chen,” Song Qingtian said, “as far as I know, that plot of land was won through a bid by the Qin Group. I’ve known the president of the Qin Group for a long time, and it was only with my help that he secured it smoothly—about a month ago. Your proposal and plan, by contrast, seem awfully rushed. That’s your first lie. And if you’re saying your company is cooperating with the Qin Group and you value that partnership, well… when it comes to making money, there’s no shortage of partners. This company belongs to President Ling, so there’s really no need for him to curry favor with Qin Xiaotian.”

“…” Chen Yun and the others were stunned.

Ling Hanyu furrowed his brow deeply.

Song Qingtian continued: “Qin Xiaotian likes me—he’s my first love. I once saved his life. Now that my parents are gone and there’s no one left to help me, I hope the staff at those two welfare institutions won’t be touched. To that end, I went straight to Qin Xiaotian for help, but he’s already passed away and completely unrecognizable. Because I married President Ling, Qin Xiaotian has grown resentful and refuses to assist me—not outright, though. He told me the whole matter had already been handed over to President Ling, and that I should talk directly with him.”

Song Qingtian chuckled wryly. “Men are always so full of themselves, convinced that women are nothing more than mud beneath their feet. Only by trampling on us can they prove their own superiority. I admit, since my parents are gone, I’m deeply attached to them and want to do something to honor their memory—and to keep those welfare institutions running. Originally, this was part of my parents’ plan, but unfortunately they died, and I don’t even have the right to inherit their estate. First the Song Family emptied it out, and then it ended up in the hands of my husband.”

Song Qingtian looked at Ling Hanyu, whose face was as cold as ice. She was doing this on purpose.

Let everyone see just how much of a scoundrel he is!

Ling Hanyu stared coldly at Song Qingtian, his gaze icy and unyielding.

Song Qingtian and Qin Xiaotian were first lovers?

Song Qingtian went on: “My marriage to President Ling has long been a mere formality. It began because of my own moral decline—because of my daughter, President Ling was forced to marry me. So… Qin Xiaotian wants to force me into a divorce, and I know it. When I say I want to keep those welfare institutions running, it sounds like a pipe dream. Think about it—when one partner in a marriage doesn’t love the other and is forced to marry someone they dislike, what can they possibly do for that person? Nothing at all. That’s why I went to Qin Xiaotian, but he tossed the problem right back at you. You claim you’ve been working together for ages—doesn’t that strike you as ridiculous?”

Chen Yun’s face turned pale. He’d lied, and now he couldn’t hide it any longer.

Song Qingtian wanted him to tell the truth, to put Chen Yun in his place. Only then could she convince those people in the Company who looked down on her yet secretly hoped she’d fail—and maybe even move them a little.

“And besides, you say you’re not targeting me. Then what about tripping me outside the elevator on the first floor, nearly causing me to fall? Is that also a lie? You’re a man, aren’t you? Do you dare to act but not take responsibility? Secretary Yang saw it—he can testify!”

Chen Yun’s face went deathly white. He’d thought no one had seen.

Ling Hanyu narrowed his eyes as he watched Chen Yun.

Yang Yifan was terrified.

Song Qingtian continued: “In your eyes, I’ve never been President Ling’s wife, so you’ve treated me with disrespect. But as the saying goes, ‘You strike the dog, but you look to the master.’ Even if my parents are gone and I’m being bullied by anyone, you still can’t bully me. Do you think just because you don’t treat me like a human, I’m not one? Even if I end up sleeping on the streets, you still can’t look down on me—in fact…”

Song Qingtian suddenly changed tone: “In my eyes, you’re nothing more than a dog—a dog kept in the Ling family’s kennel, living off the Ling family’s scraps!”

With that, Song Qingtian picked up the glass of water and hurled it straight at Chen Yun.

Right there, Chen Yun was beaten until his head split open and blood poured down!

End of Chapter 130: A Beating in the Conference Room