C2 Soong Qingyue You're Pregnant!

Ye Qingchuan's words hit Soong Qingyue like a bucket of ice water, drenching her from head to toe in cold reality.

Her frame wobbled as she pointed to the body on the ground, struggling to find her voice. "Do you realize that the supposedly kind and gentle Soong Qingrou has just committed murder?"

A chilling shadow crept into Ye Qingchuan's eyes as he followed Soong Qingyue's gesture. "Soong Qingyue, you've done wrong, and now you're trying to pin it on someone else."

It was just as she feared.

His initial concern wasn't that Soong Qingrou was the murderer.

No, it was that Soong Qingyue, herself, was the killer trying to shift the blame onto Soong Qingrou.

This was the man she had adored for five years—her husband.

"Ye Qingchuan, do you really see me as so despicable?" Soong Qingyue asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes!" came Ye Qingchuan's immediate response.

A bitter smile crept across Soong Qingyue's face as her vision darkened. "I've truly let you down. It wasn't me who killed her. It was, in fact, Soong Qingrou, the one you're holding."

Ye Qingchuan's gentle facade was a dagger to Soong Qingyue's heart. She averted her eyes, unable to bear the sight of him any longer.

Ann Yun's eyes flickered before she seized Soong Qingyue's hand. "You clearly did it, yet you refuse to confess."

Soong Qingrou was far from foolish. Upon hearing her mother's accusation, she quickly played the part of the doting sister. "Sister, I know you're terrified. If you'd rather not face prison and insist on me taking your place, I... I would consider it."

Soong Qingyue watched their charade with a frosty gaze.

Her eyes involuntarily drifted to Ye Qingchuan.

Confronted with his furious look, Soong Qingyue instinctively tried to protest her innocence, "It wasn't me!"

Ye Qingchuan wouldn't even glance her way. "Soong Qingyue, I never thought you could stoop so low as to let Qingrou take the fall for you. You're definitely going to prison."

Soong Qingyue realized it was over for her.

Meanwhile, Soong Qingrou, nestled in Ye Qingchuan's embrace, allowed a slight smirk to curve her lips.

Soong Qingyue remained in her cell, her mind a blank void.

Ultimately, she took Soong Qingrou's place in jail and was sentenced to three years.

Before her incarceration, Ye Qingchuan divorced her.

Soong Qingyue's world turned gray, her love for Ye Qingchuan shattered in an instant.

She let out a mocking laugh.

It was laughable.

No one questioned why Soong Qingrou was at the Crown Hotel.

No one inquired about the identity of the naked man who died.

No one wondered why Soong Qingyue was there, too.

Even if she explained that Soong Qingrou was caught in a hotel room with a man, and in a fit of rage, she intended to kill Soong Qingrou but accidentally killed the man instead, would anyone have believed her?

From start to finish, her father never showed up.

From start to finish, Ye Qingchuan only believed Soong Qingrou's side of the story.

From start to finish, her mother always sided with Soong Qingrou.

Soong Qingyue curled up, her tears flowing endlessly.

Then, footsteps approached from outside, "Soong Qingyue, you're pregnant, two months along."

Soong Qingyue looked up sharply, her face ashen. "What did you say?"

"You're pregnant."

Pregnant...

Soong Qingyue burst into tears.

Three years later.

"Goodbye, Auntie Qiao, Uncle Zhang, Auntie Zhou... I'll come to visit you all when I have the chance," Soong Dabao said as he bid farewell to each person.

Soong Erbao clung to Soong Qingyue, unwilling to leave her embrace.

Three years had passed.

She was finally free.

Soong Qingyue walked out of the prison, holding Soong Dabao's hand and carrying Soong Erbao.

"Sister, you're out," Soong Qingrou greeted her with a smile as she approached. "Let's hurry, Mom and Dad are waiting for us in the car."

Soong Qingyue observed Soong Qingrou's joyous expression; three years had only enhanced her beauty. It seemed the events from three years ago hadn't cast a shadow over her at all.

After all, someone else had served her time in prison.

What else was there for her to worry about?