Chapter 165: You Hit My Wife

As soon as Yang Yifan saw Song Qingtian collapse, his face turned pale with fright.

Shen Congyue had originally been the victim, yet she was beaten senseless in a daze.

She, too, was on the verge of fainting from exhaustion.

But when she saw Song Qingtian lying on the ground, she couldn’t think of anything else. She picked up the high-heeled shoe that had struck her and rushed over to Song Qingtian—she was determined to beat Song Qingtian to death.

Yang Yifan, terrified, was just about to intervene when he heard Ling Hanyu’s chilling voice: “Shen Congyue, what are you doing?”

Shen Congyue had lost a handful of hair and was battered and bruised all over. Her eyes were swollen, black and purple—she looked like a ghost from the underworld.

If someone had suddenly seen her, even the faint-hearted would have been scared to death.

Everyone had gathered around to watch, so no one thought much of it.

Shen Congyue turned to look at Ling Hanyu behind her. Ling Hanyu’s cold gaze was as sharp as a knife.

In Ling Hanyu’s presence, Shen Congyue had always been so elegant and beautiful.

Clutching Song Qingtian’s high heel tightly, she cried out to Ling Hanyu: “It’s her who bullied me and hit me!”

Everyone was stunned—so the other woman had the audacity to claim she was in the right!

Even if no one liked Song Qingtian, this was still going too far.

Have you forgotten that you brought up the child in front of others?

Putting the child aside, you also claimed to be Mr. Ling’s lover, and now you’re turning the tables, saying Song Qingtian bullied you.

Where’s the justice in that?

“Is that so?”

Ling Hanyu gave Shen Congyue a cold, ghost-like glance and walked past her to where Song Qingtian lay.

At that moment, Song Qingtian had lost one of her shoes. Whether it was from being beaten to exhaustion or from sheer panic, her face was deathly pale.

She looked pitiful, almost as if she were a sleeping beauty abandoned on the ground.

Her long, jet-black hair was scattered across the floor, looking like a sleeping beauty left behind by someone.

Ling Hanyu was furious—what was this woman doing? Why didn’t she just fall down and die?

She collapsed on the spot, sending a jolt through his heart. Did she break her head? Were her bones all right?

How could she be so ferocious when she was hitting someone, and then fall like that?

Ling Hanyu scooped up Song Qingtian and pinched her philtrum, afraid something might be wrong with her. His hands trembled slightly, as if they wouldn’t obey him.

Song Qingtian was terrified—what if he crushed her?

Before she even felt any pain, Song Qingtian opened her eyes.

Ling Hanyu’s expression softened a bit as he held Song Qingtian in his arms and turned to face Shen Congyue: “Prepare your resignation letter, and you may leave now!”

With that, Ling Hanyu picked up Song Qingtian and walked away.

Before leaving, Shen Congyue asked, “Why?”

Ling Hanyu didn’t even turn around: “If you can spread rumors and stir up trouble in front of Madam, you should have expected this outcome.”

“But we…”

Ling Hanyu stopped and turned back: “You volunteered to help take care of Nuonuo. I had a meeting, and you agreed to watch her for three minutes. Nuonuo still remembers this incident—if you go home and ask her, she’ll tell you. You say you’re my lover? I find that utterly ridiculous. Me, Ling Hanyu’s lover? You’re not even worthy!”

After saying this, Ling Hanyu lowered his head and looked at Song Qingtian, who was watching the scene from his arms: “Did you hear that?”

“Oh!”

Song Qingtian pretended to feel terrible and turned her face away from Shen Congyue.

She regretted beating Shen Congyue into such a ghastly state—it was really frightening!

Shen Congyue was struck dumb, staring wide-eyed at Ling Hanyu and Song Qingtian, unable to believe how much Ling Hanyu adored Song Qingtian.

When had they ever developed feelings for each other? When exactly?

“I’m the victim!”

Shen Congyue protested bitterly, her heart full of resentment.

Ling Hanyu’s gaze was icy cold: “You hit my wife—yet you claim you’re the victim?”

“Who got hit? It was clearly that shrew who hit me!”

Shen Congyue protested tearfully, her voice choked with emotion.

Ling Hanyu’s gaze was cold and unfathomable.

“Then you deserved to be hit anyway!” After saying this, Ling Hanyu turned and walked away, leaving Shen Congyue stunned, standing there like a madwoman, her face terrifyingly contorted.

Once outside, Ling Hanyu carried Song Qingtian to the car, then bent down to take off her other shoe and tossed it straight into the trash.

Secretary Yang followed closely behind them. Just before Ling Hanyu got into the car, he ordered, “Send a lawyer over to handle this. If the Shen family files an appeal, accompany them in court.”

“Yes.”

Ling Hanyu started the car and drove off, taking Song Qingtian to the hospital.

Song Qingtian stared blankly out the window, leaning against the seat. Lately, she’d been fixated on hospitals.

When she was little, she always envied others who could go to the hospital when they were sick, thinking that if she ever fell ill, she’d just be waiting for death.

Now she realized that going to the hospital could be incredibly painful—and there was nothing to envy about it at all.

End of Chapter 165: You Hit My Wife