1 After Being Schemed Against, Mother And Son Are Separated

"Ugh…"

In the darkness, Song Nian was in so much pain that her entire body trembled non-stop. The storm-like torture made her wish she was dead.

She was extremely aware of her current miserable plight, and knew exactly who was responsible for what she was going through.

Her eyes were filled with hatred. She bit her lip so hard that blood flowed out. As if she did not feel any pain, she bit her lips hard to prevent herself from making any sound…

The nightmarish dark soon passed and dawn arrived. Song Nian, who was living a life worse than death, was finally saved.

The summer light was dazzling, shining on Song Nian who was curled up in agony on the messy bed.

She had been set up. And the person who had set her up was the one who had adopted her.

She also knew who the person that caused her to fall into this abyss of pain last night was—Fu Junyu, the head of the Fu family.

All of this happened because the fortune teller had predicted that Fu Junyu, the head of the Fu family, would be cursed and would not live past twenty five years old.

And the only person who could change Fu Junyu's fate was Song Wanwan.

What was absurd was that to change this so-called fate, Fu Junyu was required to have sex with Song Wanwan and she had to give birth to his child! It was too ridiculous!

Old Madam Fu was very superstitious and forced the Song family to comply. Although the Song family could not bear to see their precious daughter become a pawn, they were powerless to go against the Fu family, so they could only come up with this plan.

Song Nian was hence adopted by the Song family when she was three years old to become sickly Song Wanwan's blood bank where she was used whenever Song Wanwan fell sick.

And for her 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, she was forced to change Fu Junyu's fate on behalf of Song Wanwan.

This was not the end. This was just the beginning. If she could not get pregnant, the nightmare from last night would repeat itself.

She touched the black collar around her neck. She could not escape. If she escaped, there was only one outcome: death!

…

Ten months later, in a private clinic.

The child was separated from her body. Before Song Nian could take a look at the child, the doctor carried the child out of the room.

Song Nian lay weakly on the bed and watched as the doctor and nurse quickly left the ward, "My child…"

She struggled to get out of bed, as hurried footsteps approached from afar. The surging pain in her body made her sweat profusely.

"Song Nian." A mellow and pleasant voice was heard. The glamorous Song Wanwan, who was protected by the bodyguards, appeared in the delivery room. She looked at Song Nian, who was on the verge of death, with disdain.

"Your mission is complete. I hereby declare you free."

At Song Wanwan's signal, the man in black walked forward and undid the black collar around Song Nian's neck.

As the man in black retreated behind her, Song Wanwan took the baby from the doctor and held it in her arms. "Congratulations on giving birth to a pair of twins for Fu Junyu. I want the younger brother. As for the older sister, you can keep her."

Looking at the baby boy in his swaddling clothes, Song Wanwan's eyes were filled with smiles. "Song Nian, I really have to thank you properly. You provided me with blood for fifteen years and even exchanged your life for mine. Now, you even changed Fu Junyu's fate for me and gave birth to a boy and a girl."

"Don't worry. You can go and die peacefully now. I'll take good care of your son and treat him as my biological son. I'll also bring this son and this body that has been raised by your blood into the Fu family and enjoy the rest of my life. As for you and your short-lived daughter, die!"

The man in black placed the baby girl at the door of the delivery room and turned to leave, locking the door.

The moment the baby girl was thrown to the ground, she cried out loud. Song Nian's heart ached so much that she wanted to get out of bed, but her hands and feet were firmly restrained on the bed. She struggled to break free, and her hands and feet were mangled.

Smoke was constantly entering the delivery room. The delivery room was already hot, and the crackling flames were licking everything around them.

Song Nian's eyes were filled with hatred. She looked at the baby girl who was crying sadly at the door of the delivery room. Her eyes were red as her heart-wrenching voice sounded out, "Song Wanwan…"