After listening, Ye Shuang directly sent the recording to Chen Qin.
Perhaps because the other party was busy, it wasn't until the afternoon that she seemed to notice the message Ye Shuang had sent.
Chen Qin: When did you get this recording? I'm flying back right now!
Ye Shuang: What about the collaboration?
Chen Qin: Screw the collaboration! I'm coming back now to show that Zhou Min what true fury looks like!
Chen Qin: angry.ipg
She sent three angry stickers in a row, enough to see how explosive Chen Qin's mood was at the moment. She even said something about unleashing her inner rage and smashing Zhou Min into a pulp.
She was truly furious.
After giving a few instructions to people at the other company, Chen Qin immediately booked a flight back.
However, by the time Chen Qin arrived at the airport, it was already evening. Though night had fallen, the sky was tinged with an ink-blue hue, not yet completely dark.
Ye Shuang had been waiting in his car for a while. From a distance, he saw Chen Qin striding over quickly. She was dressed in a white business-style blazer, and the click-clack of her high heels was especially sharp.
"Ah Ye!" Chen Qin sat down in the passenger seat and immediately asked, "Where's the recording?"
"Saved on my phone."
"How did you get it?"
"It's a long story." To be honest, Ye Shuang himself wasn't sure how An Shiyu had managed it. He couldn't even begin to imagine An Shiyu being able to help him with something like this.
"Never mind that, let's go, let's go!" Chen Qin said, leaning over to give Ye Shuang a quick peck on the cheek before waving her fist.
"Mm."
The Chen Residence.
Inside the vast estate, Chen Hai was speaking to Feng Shan with a grim face. It was nothing more than the usual "you don't understand me," "you never consider my feelings," and so on. As for Feng Shan, she seemed to have already cried herself out, her eyes red-rimmed as she cursed at Chen Hai.
"Ah Min is heartbroken over losing the child. Is it so wrong for me to comfort her?!"
"Bullshit! How the hell does comforting someone end up in bed?! Damn you to hell!"
"I just slept beside her, that's all! She just gave birth, I couldn't do anything!"
"Couldn't do anything? Then how the hell did that baby come about? Did you shit it out?"
They were arguing fiercely. Zhou Min sat in a corner, looking pale and frail. She weakly tugged at Chen Hai's sleeve. "Ah Hai, don't be like this. Sister just misunderstood, it's all my fault... I just wanted someone by my side after losing the child."
As she spoke, Zhou Min began to sob quietly again.
"It's not your fault. She's the one being unreasonable. Besides, you still need to rest," Chen Hai said.
And what Feng Shan had said was even more outrageous. She actually said it was good the baby died. She had no sympathy at all.
"You're a mother too. How could you say it's good someone else's child died? Are you even human?"
Feng Shan flared up. "I said that in anger! And you want a divorce over this woman? Shouldn't I be angry?"
"Mom, Dad, please stop fighting."
At that moment, Chen Hai's daughter came downstairs. Qiaoqiao saw her parents arguing so violently and immediately grew frightened.
"Let's go. He doesn't want you anymore." Seeing her daughter, Feng Shan walked over and grabbed her little hand.
Chen Hai strode forward and grabbed Qiaoqiao's other hand. "Feng Shan, let go of Qiaoqiao!"
"I gave birth to her!"
"And she's got my genes!" The two argued fiercely, even turning to ask simultaneously, "Qiaoqiao, who do you want to be with, Dad or Mom?!"
Qiaoqiao had never seen such a scene before. Her little face turned pale with fear, and she finally burst into loud sobs.
"I... I don't want Mom and Dad to separate, I don't want to!"
"Please make up."
"Wahhhhh... I love both Daddy and Mommy."
Just then, headlights flashed outside the window. Chen Hai and the others looked out through the glass patio doors, thinking it might be the old master and his wife returning. After all, Chen Hai's parents had some private matters to attend to and weren't home that night.
Otherwise, with the heads of the family present, they wouldn't have dared to argue so fiercely. Even the maids and butlers nearby had all hidden away, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.
But upon seeing the familiar license plate number, they realized it was Ye Shuang and Chen Qin who had gotten out of the car.
"This..." Arriving at the scene, Ye Shuang found the floor littered with shattered bowls and various cups.
Not only was it a complete mess, but Chen Hai's face was also flushed red with anger, looking quite terrifying.
"Chen Hai, what exactly are you trying to do?!" Chen Qin demanded immediately.
“None of your damn business!” Chen Hai, already enraged, roared back at her inquiry.
"Excuse me?!" Chen Qin had always been a little terror in the family. Being yelled at by Chen Hai, combined with having dropped her work and flown back to deal with this mess, she immediately stepped forward and slapped him.
"Smack!"
Chen Hai was stunned for a moment. He covered his face, his eyes clearing slightly.
"I'll damn you..." As Chen Hai came to his senses, Ye Shuang also slapped him. "Calm the hell down!"
Chen Hai stumbled and fell onto the sofa, a slap mark now on each cheek, and they weren't even the same size.
"You..."
Zhou Min walked over at that moment, looking heartbrokenly at the slap marks on Chen Hai's face. "Ah Hai, are... are you okay?"
"It's all my fault. I didn't protect you."
“It's not your fault.” Somewhat awakened by the consecutive slaps from Ye Shuang and Chen Qin, Chen Hai frowned slightly and said, “I can handle this matter.”
"Handle what? This sea of broken pieces?" Chen Qin's beautiful face was cold. Her gaze then fell on Zhou Min, and she let out a cold laugh.
"You little bitch, causing such a huge mess."
Seeing Chen Qin staring at her like that, Zhou Min instinctively said, "It's all my fault. If only I hadn't asked Ah Hai to stay with me for the night..."
"But the child..."
"Every time I close my eyes, I seem to see that child..."
This scene made Chen Hai's heart ache terribly. He held Zhou Min's slender body and questioned Ye Shuang, "Do you see now? Ah Min is innocent. It's Feng Shan who's being utterly unreasonable."
"What? I'm unreasonable?" Feng Shan, standing to the side, glared. "If I spent the night with a man and said nothing happened, would you be happy?"
"You!"
"Zhou Min, innocent? Innocent of what?" Ye Shuang said calmly at that moment. "Maybe she's the one who got rid of the child herself."
Zhou Min was taken aback by his words. "You... what do you mean?"
"What do we mean? You tell us!" Chen Qin threw her phone onto the table at that moment, turning the recording volume to maximum—
["Master, there's been a slight hiccup in the plan."]
"......"
The recording played, and the voice was familiar to everyone present—it was Zhou Min's.
Zhou Min froze, her face instantly turning pale. "You... you bugged me?!"
"Impossible! I checked the room when I moved in!"

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