CHAPTER 496: 459 THE GREATEST REVENGE ON YOU!

On the rooftop of the administrative building, facing the President’s Residence Area, one could see the President Mansion’s backyard.

Song Xiangqiao held Wen Qichen in her arms as she climbed to the rooftop of the administrative building. After climbing over the rooftop railing, she stood by a knee-high wall and slightly turned to sit on it, looking at the little one in her arms with a smile,

"You look so much like Song Lili and Brother Wen Nian, why are you staring at me with such big eyes..."

Song Xiangqiao whispered to herself.

Wen Qichen, with her eyes open, looked at Song Xiangqiao. Her eyes were very large, almost half the size of her face, with long eyelashes and very black pupils, giving her eyes an extraordinarily profound contour.

It was evident that this little girl would definitely grow up to be a beauty.

"If the person with Brother Wen Nian were me, the child born... would definitely be beautiful too."

Song Xiangqiao said softly, taking a deep breath and looking into the distance.

The grounds of the President Mansion were vast; from her height, the backyard was endlessly out of sight.

Every day, those entering and exiting the President Mansion were either high-ranking officials and nobles or important government personnel and significant national talents.

To become the master of this place would be such a highly envied and admired position!

She had struggled for this, yet ultimately she could not achieve what she desired.

"I have no future..."

Song Xiangqiao continued to talk to herself as if confiding in the infant in her arms,

"I know this better than anyone; Zhuo Ting is a great liar, he is the most heartless person in the world."

"..."

Wen Qichen opened her mouth, seemingly a bit sleepy, but it was cold up high, and she was uncomfortably furrowing her brows and moving her hands and feet.

"Give birth to the child, and before long, I’ll have to go to prison again, twenty years of imprisonment will consume my entire life; there’s no chance to start over, Zhuo Ting won’t help me, he’s just waiting... waiting for the child to be born..."

"I’ve seen my end, I accept it, but I can’t bear it, Song Lili is enjoying everything I’ve desperately pursued as if it’s only natural..."

Song Xiangqiao lowered her head to look at the infant in her arms,

"Little girl, don’t blame me, blame your fate for being born as Song Lili’s daughter."

After Song Xiangqiao finished speaking, hurried footsteps sounded around her, and from where she was, she could already see the forces deployed by the President’s Mansion Guard Department.

"They’re here."

She said softly again, as if drawing the heavy curtains on a story.

Seeing Wen Qichen curling up her body, Song Xiangqiao held her a bit tighter, "Are you feeling cold?"

With that tight hug, Wen Qichen stopped fidgeting and comfortably yawned again; Song Xiangqiao gently soothed her,

"Good baby, it’s bedtime now..."

She hummed a lullaby lightly. In the cold February of Anlin, still in the midwinter, breathing in the air felt cool to the heart.

Song Xiangqiao was only wearing a formal dress with a coat over it, which was nowhere near enough to keep warm, but she was fearless and appeared completely composed.

When Wen Nian and Song Lili arrived, they saw exactly this scene.

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, holding a child and singing a lullaby, herself heavily pregnant—the rooftop’s wind, if any stronger, seemed as if it could blow Song Xiangqiao right off...

"Song Xiangqiao!"

Song Lili called her name.

Song Xiangqiao looked up, "Isn’t this the President’s wife?"

Song Lili took a deep breath,

"Give me back the child, whatever you want, just direct it at me."

Hearing this, Song Xiangqiao laughed the next second, "Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?"

"..."

"Sister Lili, I admit, I’ve lost, utterly defeated. But, you shouldn’t expect to win so beautifully either."

"Song Xiangqiao, come here first. As long as you return the child safely, I will treat today’s events as if they never happened and will not pursue them."

Wen Nian said.

"Mr. President, just because you say it didn’t happen, does it mean it really didn’t happen? Do you think I’m that easily deceived?"

"My word is as good as gold."

Wen Nian said gravely, wearing a shirt, his coat already draped over Song Lili’s shoulders.

He took two steps forward,

"The child is innocent. You’re ambitious; surely you wouldn’t want to die here, right?"

"Being buried with your child makes my death worthwhile and not lonely."

"I don’t understand the meaning behind what you’re doing."

Wen Nian frowned, then took another two steps forward.

"Mr. President, if you take one more step forward, I will throw this little princess down first."

As she spoke, Song Xiangqiao already had Wen Qichen hanging in the air, held out by both hands, ready to let go and let the child plummet to the ground!

"Ah Nian! Stop walking forward!"

Song Lili hastily yelled.

Wen Nian stopped in his tracks, and before he could speak, Zhuo Ting’s voice came from behind,

"Xiao Qiao, come down, dear! You are pregnant, it’s so cold, and standing so high and dangerously, what are you doing?"

This fifty-year-old man’s usually stern and sharp tone softened.

He walked up beside Wen Nian, but as he tried to move forward, Song Xiangqiao sprang up like a startled rabbit.

She immediately stood up,

"Don’t come any closer! Zhuo Ting!"

"..."

Zhuo Ting also stopped, "What on earth are you doing, Xiao Qiao?"

Song Xiangqiao did not respond.

She just looked at the people on the rooftop. Besides Wen Nian and Song Lili, there were Secretary Qu Yu, Zhuo Ting... and Miao Lerong.

She was wearing a thick coat, a hat, and a scarf, fully covered, standing far away.

Song Xiangqiao couldn’t clearly see Miao Lerong’s expression, only feeling that the person standing far off... seemed like just an onlooker, completely unrelated to her.

Her heart ached momentarily, but it was not enough to change anything.

Miao Lerong had long stopped having any expectations of her, and not only that, she even blamed Song Jiayu’s insistence on their divorce on her...

It was really cold...

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao?"

Zhuo Ting was calling her, it took Song Xiangqiao a while to come back to her senses,

"Stop calling me that, it makes me sick."

Zhuo Ting closed his eyes briefly, "If I have done anything wrong to you, I apologize. I told you, I will save you!"

"You save me? As if you weren’t the one who harmed me before!"

"Xiao Qiao, let’s go home and talk about it. I promise there will be no more secrets! Trust me!"

"If it weren’t for my pregnancy, I would still be in prison! Even now that I’m out, people look at me as if I’m still locked up!"

"So, standing here, what do you want to do? If you really hate me that much, come take revenge on me. By standing here, you’re destroying yourself!"

Zhuo Ting shouted at her!

"To die, along with the child inside me and this child in my hands, wouldn’t that be the greatest revenge against you, against Song Lili, against Wen Nian?"