Early the next morning, Song Yutang was woken up by the ringing of the phone.
She answered it in a daze, and Butler Wang's voice came from the receiver. "Young Madam, Sun Meifang slipped on the stairs at home last night and became red on the spot. Although he was sent to the hospital in time, the child was not saved."
Song Yutang suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed. "Then what?"
Butler Wang lowered his voice and said, "According to your previous instructions, we have obtained the surveillance video and the servant's confession. It can be proved that Song Mingzhe bribed the servant, deliberately poured oil on the stairs, and deliberately led Sun Meifang downstairs, so that she fell and had a miscarriage. If necessary, you can send it to Sun Meifang at any time."
Song Yutang's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curved into a mocking arc. "Send it, right away. This plastic mother and son have finally gotten into trouble. By the way, she arranged for her two old best friends to instigate a fight. Sun Meifang must have a grudge against Song Mingzhe."
Butler Wang instantly understood what she meant. "I understand, I'll make arrangements right away."
That afternoon, Sun Meifang's two best friends went to the hospital carrying large and small bags.
Not long after, the sound of slamming water glasses and gnashing of teeth could be heard in the ward. The noise was so loud that the nurses in the corridor looked over several times.
A few days later, Song Yutang heard that Sun Meifang was discharged from the hospital and went home, and immediately came to the door with his bag.
When he walked in, Sun Meifang was lying on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, his face was sallow, and he had lost a lot of weight.
Song Yutang didn't say anything, but came up with two big mouths. "You useless bitch, you can't even keep a child. I, Song Family, have provided you with good food and drinks for so many years, letting you eat delicacies from the mountains and sea and wear famous brands and luxury goods. It doesn't matter that you can't help my dad in business. You can't even give birth to a boy. Our family is better off raising you than a local dog."
Sun Meifang was beaten until he was dizzy. It took him a while to recover. He covered his face with pale lips and tried to argue. "No... it was Song Mingzhe who deliberately framed me. He ordered others to kill the child in my belly..."
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Song Yutang raised his hand and slapped him again, his voice louder than before. "Shut up. Even if my brother is a concubine, he is still our Song Family's only male. From now on, all our Song Family's property, including the house you live in now and the clothes you are wearing, will be inherited by him. You are a hen that can't lay eggs, how dare you wrong him."
Sun Meifang covered his face in confusion. "No..."
Song Yutang looked at her condescendingly and said sarcastically, "After so many years here, I have not been able to give birth to a younger brother to carry on my legacy. I finally got pregnant with great difficulty, but I still can't keep it alive. What a useless waste. Hand over all the jewelry, house and supplements I gave you before. They are things I give to my future brother, not for you, a cheap servant."
Song Ruowei was hurriedly coming down from upstairs. He jumped on the spot when he heard her words: "Why? Since it belongs to my mother, why do you take it back?"
Sun Meifang also reacted and forced a smile, "Yutang, what happened this time was really an accident..."
Song Yutang didn't want to hear her excuses at all. With a glance, the bodyguards following behind immediately stepped forward and lined up in a row.
Song Yutang calmly sat down on the sofa and said, "I don't care about accidents or not? Anyway, my Song Yutang's things are only for our Song Family men. I gave my house and jewelry to Concubine Sun and asked you to keep it for my future biological brother. As a result, you are a useless thing and the child can't keep it. What else can I expect from you?"
"Song Yutang, don't think I can't see it, you are sowing discord again..." Song Ruowei was so angry that he flushed and wanted to rush forward.
The two bodyguards easily grabbed her and blocked her mouth.
The rest of the words couldn't be said at all.
Song Yutang raised his eyebrows at Sun Meifang arrogantly. "Will you pay? If not, I will ask Jiang Family's legal team to talk to you. Now a large part of our Song Family's business depends on the Jiang Family. If my father knew that you offended me for this little thing, I'm afraid he would be very dissatisfied with you."
Sun Meifang gritted his teeth, hating and angry.
But she was still wary of the Jiang Family's power, knowing that if she offended the eldest mistress of the richest family, Jianye would definitely not give her any good consequences.
Finally, he reluctantly winked at Song Ruowei: "Go up... take the things off and return them to her."
Song Ruowei was so angry that his eyes were red but he didn't dare to do anything. He could only stomp his feet to throw off the bodyguard's grip and go upstairs to get something.
After a while, she came down holding a velvet box and a real estate certificate, placed them heavily on the coffee table, and stared at Song Yutang as if she wanted to eat them alive.
Song Yutang picked up the set of topaz necklaces, looked at them over and over, nodded with satisfaction, picked up the real estate certificate, patted it twice, and put it into the bag happily. "That's right. These things are to be left to my brother, Song Family's future heir. You, a foot-washing maid, occupy our Song Family things, and you are not afraid of losing your life."
She walked to the door and looked back at Sun Meifang who was slumped on the sofa. "Forget it if you can't lay eggs, I'm still slumped on the bed and can't get up. It seems that I will have to introduce some decent aunts to my dad later. You can't give birth to a baby if you don't have the ability, but there are many people who are willing to give birth to my dad."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
As soon as the door closed, Song Ruowei was so angry that he was shaking all over. He picked up the pillow at hand and threw it on the ground. "Song Yutang, this bitch, one day I will make her look good."
Sun Meifang slumped on the sofa weakly and glared at her. "Her married daughter threw away the water, and your father's will does not have her name at all. Even if she makes trouble a hundred times, she won't get a penny from the Song Family. How can you compete with her? The real threat to your father's property is Song Mingzhe. He is the one who will inherit everything."
Song Ruowei was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone. "Song Mingzhe must have been afraid that he would steal his property, so he deliberately killed his brother. Mom, don't worry, I'll call dad right now, he will protect us."
Sun Meifang sneered, his eyes full of despair and resentment. "Song Jianye, that old guy, knew that I had a miscarriage and still protected Song Mingzhe. You can't count on him at all. The only thing we mother and daughter can count on... is indeed your father. Song Mingzhe has ruined our family's hope, and I must make him pay the price..."