"What evidence could you possibly have?"
By this point, Guo Qiaoqiao had already calmed down, certain that Su Qiao could do nothing to her.
Su Qiao gave her a malicious smile. "Guo Qiaoqiao, your father has been dead for over half a year, and your mother hasn't remarried. So tell me, where did the fetus in her womb, over three months along, come from?"
The moment Su Qiao said this, everyone's eyes shot toward Yang Yue'e's belly.
"What?"
"A fetus? And it's already over three months along?"
"That can't be, right?"
Yang Yue'e was thirty-seven or thirty-eight. Since she had always lived comfortably, she didn't look old at all. Instead, she carried a delicate charm that village women usually lacked.
It happened to be March or April, and the thick padded coats had already been put away. Yang Yue'e was wearing a lightweight rose-red jacket suitable for late spring and early summer.
If one didn't look closely, it really was impossible to notice anything.
"You... You're talking nonsense, you little wretch! How dare you slander me? I'll tear you apart!"
Whether she had grown guilty or was simply furious from embarrassment, Yang Yue'e's cheeks flushed red. Her eyes fixed on Su Qiao as if they were about to spit fire.
Old Lady Liu yanked her granddaughter behind her and glared furiously, looking as if she wanted to devour Yang Yue'e. "How dare you!"
"You're the shameless wretch, the cheap slut who sneaks around with wild men! You did something so filthy and shameless, offended my Qiao'er's eyes, and you still have the nerve to come shrieking here!"
Only then did Liu Chunfang finally react. She looked at Su Qiao with reddened eyes. "Qiao'er, your father really... with her...?"
Su Qiao frowned slightly, unable to stand seeing her act so weakly.