Chapter 39: Yu Qingqing Is Pregnant

All these years, she had swallowed her pride in the Yu family, hoping she could finally get what she wanted. But nothing ever came of it.

Since nothing she did could win the Yu family’s approval, she decided to trample upon what they valued most.

Yu Qingqing was determined to pull Yu Wanqing down from her pedestal, to see her fall from grace.

How could Yu Wanqing not understand Yu Qingqing’s intentions? Her fingers clenched tightly. Yu Boyao cherished her as his very life; if this video were released, it would surely drive him mad.

She had done this behind Yu Boyao’s back from the very beginning.

“What’s wrong? Unwilling?” Yu Qingqing crossed her legs, her toes tapping rhythmically against the coffee table. “Yu Boyao has treated you well all these years, and now you can’t even repay the Yu family when asked?”

“Must it really come to this?” Yu Wanqing lifted her gaze, her eyes calm and clear.

“It was all of you who forced me to this point,” Yu Qingqing spat venomously. “When you all treated me that way before, why didn’t anyone say it didn’t have to be this way?”

“Yu Wanqing, even if we are only half-sisters, I am still your elder. Yet in your eyes, all these years, I wasn’t even worth a servant.”

“Any time you suffered, I was always the one to pay the price.”

“And now, when I want you to taste a little of the hardship I endured, you can’t even stand it?”

When she finished speaking, Yu Qingqing stood up. “Since we can’t talk, then let Yu Corporation’s stock price take a nosedive in the coming storm.”

To the Ji family, Yu Corporation meant nothing. Otherwise, Ji Yanxi would not have continued to show favor to Yu Wanqing despite all the rumors swirling outside.

With a dull thud, Yu Wanqing knelt down, lowering her head. “Yu Qingqing, I was wrong. It was the Yu family who wronged you in the past.”

Once some things began, it became easier to continue.

“All these years, the Yu family has been harsh to you.”

Yu Qingqing halted, looking down at Yu Wanqing from above. Suddenly, she broke into a wild, exaggerated laugh. “Hahaha… Yu Wanqing, so you’ve finally seen this day?”

Abruptly, she grabbed Yu Wanqing’s hair, yanking it hard.

“Back when you strutted around the Yu family, did you ever imagine you’d kneel before me and beg for mercy?”

With that, Yu Qingqing released her, but still unsatisfied, she kicked Yu Wanqing over with her high heels.

Yu Wanqing took the blow to her abdomen, her head striking the sofa’s armrest. She let out a muffled groan.

“Not enough! Yu Wanqing, it’s still not enough!” Yu Qingqing’s eyes were bloodshot. “I’ve suffered for over twenty years, and you think a single ‘I’m sorry’ will clear it all away? Do you really think your words are worth that much?”

“This is only the beginning.”

With those words, Yu Qingqing strode off in her high heels.

Yu Wanqing, wincing in pain, struggled to her feet.

Soon after, the portion of the video where Yu Qingqing kicked her was edited out, leaving only the part where Yu Wanqing knelt and begged for forgiveness.

A thirty-second video—more than enough to make Yu Boyao’s heart ache beyond measure.

Yu Boyao was so infuriated that he ended up hospitalized, and Yu Wanqing went to care for him.

It all escalated to this point in just one night.

When Ye Yao learned what had happened, she was furious. She went straight to the hospital, grabbed Yu Wanqing, and before she could say anything, Yu Wanqing threw her arms around her and began to sob.

“Yao, I made my father so angry he had to be hospitalized. I just wanted to resolve this...”

Ye Yao’s heart softened at her tears, and her anger melted away.

She gently patted Yu Wanqing’s back. “It’s alright. Your father will be fine.”

Being forced by Yu Qingqing to kneel had left Yu Wanqing feeling humiliated. Then the video was posted online, and Yu Boyao landed in the hospital.

After all this, Yu Wanqing felt utterly useless.

Once she’d finished venting her emotions, Yu Wanqing sniffled and lowered her head.

Ye Yao wiped her tears. “Let me handle this.”

“Yao, this has nothing to do with you. I shouldn’t drag you into it,” Yu Wanqing protested, shaking her head. “Let me take care of it.”

“How will you do that? Go look for Yu Qingqing again? She’ll never let you go—you’re being foolish.”

Ye Yao sighed. She understood exactly what Yu Wanqing was thinking.

This was, after all, a feud between the Yu and Ji families; it would be awkward for the Ye family to intervene.

But Ye Yao was not just the daughter of the Ye family.

“You’re going to stay here in the hospital for now. Don’t be clever and try to find Yu Qingqing again. Leave the rest to me.”

With those instructions, Ye Yao left.

She took out her phone and logged into an account she hadn’t used in a long time. As soon as she opened it, she was nearly overwhelmed by the flood of messages.

Ye Yao scrolled to her contacts, found the person she needed, and sent a message.

Half an hour later, she finally got a reply.

First she was shocked, then found it all too understandable.

At that very moment, in the shopping center—

Yu Qingqing was shopping for clothes, surrounded by Ji family servants.

Not long ago, this had been Yu Wanqing’s life—an entourage at her beck and call—while Yu Qingqing was the invisible one left behind.

Yu Qingqing had once believed she would never know this kind of life, but now, it had come true.

From a distance, Ye Yao watched Yu Qingqing, dressed in haute couture, parading in high heels and ordering the servants around with arrogance. Her eyes were cold.

Everyone knew Yu Boyao had been hospitalized, and Yu Qingqing, who usually put on a show of filial piety, was only after the Yu family’s power.

Ye Yao knew all about the Yu family’s affairs.

Yu Qingqing had once been the innocent victim, but her heart had grown twisted by jealousy of Yu Wanqing, and she’d schemed against her since they were children.

When they were five or six, she’d even tried to kill Yu Wanqing. If Yu Boyao hadn’t come home in time, Yu Wanqing would have died.

From that moment on, Yu Boyao’s attitude toward her had changed for the worse.

But some people never realize their own faults—they only ever place the blame on others.

Ye Yao walked over and stood in front of Yu Qingqing.

Yu Qingqing removed her sunglasses with a theatrical flourish, tossing them to a servant behind her.

“So, it’s you. What, are you here to kneel and beg for Yu Wanqing?”

“Kneel to you? Or to the child you’re not even carrying?” Ye Yao lowered her voice, smiling with layered meaning.

At those words, Yu Qingqing’s expression changed, guilt flickering as she glanced at the servants nearby.

“Afraid now?”

Ye Yao let herself be pulled aside by Yu Qingqing, maintaining a composed air.

Yu Qingqing scrutinized Ye Yao. “You know I’m pregnant?”

“I know you’re not,” Ye Yao replied.

“I am pregnant,” Yu Qingqing retorted stubbornly.

“Yu Qingqing, pregnant women shouldn’t wear high heels—it’s a miscarriage risk,” Ye Yao said kindly. “You’ve finally gotten the life you wanted, but don’t let your hubris trip you up now.”

“What do you want?” Yu Qingqing’s fingers curled tightly.

The high heels she wore were a limited edition—her only pair. She’d been so enamored with them, she’d forgotten the charade.

“I’m Yu Wanqing’s best friend. What do you think I want?” Ye Yao mocked.

Yu Qingqing fell silent for a long time, then spoke as if making a difficult decision.

“Fine, I’ll tell the Ji family to stop targeting the Yu family. Is that enough?”