Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 323

The morning after the incident in Qin Shi, Madam Qin appeared at the Qin Group headquarters dressed in a black suit.

As she walked down the corridor in her high heels, all the employees held their breath—at that moment, the chairman, who had been retired from the spotlight for many years, had a chillingly resolute look in her eyes.

The board meeting lasted less than two hours.

When the conference room door opened again, Shen Yunzhong's cronies filed out, looking disheveled.

Mrs. Qin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching their backs as they left the building carrying cardboard boxes, her gaze as cold as frost.

Meanwhile, the Qin family villa was unusually quiet.

"Sheng Sheng, I already told you, I'm fine."

Yan Lan put down the half-finished calming soup; the porcelain bowl made a slight clinking sound on the coffee table.

"You're already a senior in high school, there's no need for you to ask for leave."

Sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows on her pale face.

Despite her best efforts to remain calm, her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

"Sister-in-law, I haven't fallen behind in my studies."

Qin Shengsheng forced a smile and gently covered Yan Lan's legs with the blanket.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Qin Shengsheng watched Yan Lan unconsciously rubbing her belly, and suddenly felt a lump in her throat—her brother would never see his child born.

"I'll go heat up a glass of milk for you."

Qin Shengsheng hurriedly got up, afraid that her eyes would be filled with tears.

Everyone in this family is supporting each other in their own way.

Qin Shengsheng took a deep breath and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She couldn't help her mother fight in the business world, but at least she could protect the home where her sister-in-law was.

When she brought the hot milk back to the living room, Yan Lan had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Qin Shengsheng gently put down the cup and carefully covered her with a blanket.

Outside the window, the early autumn wind swirls fallen leaves.

Looking at her sleeping sister-in-law, Qin Shengsheng suddenly understood what "family" meant—not blood ties, but those who would still stand shoulder to shoulder with her when storms came.

Qin Shengsheng gently closed the door, afraid of disturbing Yan Lan who had just fallen asleep.

In the corridor, the butler hurried over, looking flustered, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Miss, Master is back."

The butler lowered his voice, his eyes darting around.

Qin Shengsheng's brows furrowed instantly, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palms.

"Didn't Mother say that he was not allowed to set foot in the manor again?" Her voice was very low, but it carried an undeniable coldness.

The butler looked troubled, hesitatingly adding, "Master didn't come alone...the old lady came too, and..." He swallowed hard, "...a pregnant woman."

Qin Shengsheng's heart sank to the bottom. She subconsciously glanced back at the tightly closed door, and only after confirming that Yan Lan hadn't been disturbed did she say coldly, "Don't let my sister-in-law know about this yet. I'll handle it."

As she descended the stairs with steady steps, Qin Shengsheng took a deep breath at the corner of the stairs.

In the living room, Madam Shen sat regally on the main sofa, her full head of silver hair neatly combed. Shen Yunzhong stood by the window, his suit impeccably tailored as if yesterday's disheveled state had never happened.

The most eye-catching figure was the young woman sitting timidly on the sofa—Bai Xiaoyu.

She placed her hands on her slightly protruding belly, and unconsciously shrank back under Qin Shengsheng's sharp gaze.

"Sheng Sheng is here." Old Madam Shen smiled kindly and patted the spot beside her. "Come quickly and let Grandma see you."

Qin Shengsheng did not move.

Her gaze shifted from Bai Xiaoyu's stomach to Shen Yunzhong's face, her voice as cold as ice: "What's the meaning of bringing outsiders into the house?"

Shen Yun straightened his tie, a confident smile spreading across his face: "Sheng Sheng, this is your sister Bai. She's pregnant with your brother's child, a member of the Qin family."

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Qin Shengsheng's heart. She stared intently at Bai Xiaoyu's belly, her nails digging deep into her palms—there, her brother's child might truly be growing.

But what chilled her to the bone was the calculating glint in her father's eyes and the undisguised expectation on her grandmother's face.

Bai Xiaoyu's fingers unconsciously caressed the edge of the leather sofa, feeling the delicate touch on her fingertips.

Her eyes kept scanning the living room—the light from the crystal chandelier shone on the antique ornaments, the oil paintings on the wall looked priceless, and even the carpet under her feet felt as soft as walking on clouds.

"This is Yunhu Mountain Villa..."

She silently recited it to herself, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

The mansion she had only ever seen in financial magazines was far more luxurious than she had imagined.

As her gaze swept across the meticulously manicured garden outside the French windows, Bai Xiaoyu suddenly realized—this should have been her child's home.

The thought spread through her mind like wildfire, burning away the initial unease she felt upon arrival.

She murmured softly, placing her hand on her slightly protruding belly.

His hunched back straightened unconsciously, and the timidity in his eyes was gradually replaced by a kind of fervent light.

Shen Yunzhong keenly noticed Bai Xiaoyu's change.

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his lips, and he deliberately raised his voice.

"Xiaoyu, this will be your home from now on. When the baby is born, we'll stay in the suite on the east side; it gets the best sunlight there."

Bai Xiaoyu's eyes lit up instantly. She could almost picture her child wearing exquisite little clothes, running and playing in this castle-like mansion.

Those luxuries that were once out of reach will become everyday items that children can easily access in the future.

She lowered her head, feigning shyness.

Qin Shengsheng watched this scene coldly, her nails digging deeply into her palms. She knew all too well what her father was planning—this suddenly appearing "posthumous child" was nothing more than a new pawn in his struggle for the family fortune.

"Enough!" Qin Shengsheng interrupted sharply, "No one is allowed to lay a finger on the Qin family until the DNA test results are in!"

Bai Xiaoyu trembled at the reprimand, but quickly straightened her back.

She gently stroked her belly, a determined glint in her eyes—this child was the golden key to her wealth and glory.

Tears welled up in Bai Xiaoyu's eyes as she looked at the old lady. "Madam, I...I really..."

"Enough!" Old Madam Shen slammed her cane heavily on the ground. "Xiaoyu is carrying the Qin family's child! Your father has confirmed it!"

Watching this farce unfold, Qin Shengsheng suddenly understood her father's plan—he intended to use this unexpected "grandson" as a bargaining chip in the fight for the family fortune.

She would never let this conspiracy succeed.

"What evidence do you have to prove that this child is my brother's?"

Qin Shengsheng took a deep breath.

She didn't believe her brother was that kind of person.

"I have proof."

As Bai Xiaoyu spoke, she took out her laptop, opened it, and a video appeared before everyone's eyes.