Song Ting rushed over to check Su Xiufeng’s pulse, and then used acupuncture to revive her.
Afterward, he and Su Zhenguo helped her onto the couch to rest and gently told her as she sipped some warm water, "You shouldn’t get too worked up. I’m not as disgraceful as you think. Shen Ci was born during the time I lost my memory, and I have no recollection of this. Shen Ci’s mother is no longer with us, and they never considered acknowledging me as a father."
Su Xiufeng shook, unable to speak, while Su Zhenguo sneered, "How can we tell if what you’re saying is true? If Shen Ci didn’t want to acknowledge you, how would you know all this?"
"These are things my mom and Song Lei told me yesterday. When they failed to blackmail Shen Ci with this, they used it to provoke me."
Su Zhenguo sneered, "I don’t care about all that. Right now, you’re the one who’s wronged Xiufeng, so from now on, you’ll still have to listen to her. Otherwise, we’ll expose this matter and see how you face anyone."
When Su Zhenguo said this, he knew Song Ting was more concerned about his reputation than he was.
Song Ting let out a wry smile, "Listen to another recording."
As he spoke, he changed the cassette tape and played the audio evidence of the Song Family’s criminal activities that Shen Ci had given him.
Not only did Su Xiufeng’s face turn even paler, but Su Zhenguo’s did as well.
He took several heavy breaths, perturbed, and asked, "What do you want?"
Damn it, the upper hand was with Song Ting again.
Song Ting said in a calm voice, "I’m not a judge, and I don’t want to get involved in your family’s affairs. I just want to live peacefully. I plan to acknowledge Ennian and hope that the items that the Su Family has been holding over me are returned."
After thinking it over for a long time, Su Zhenguo reluctantly nodded his head and conceded, "Fine, I’ll take it as paying to avoid disaster. But are you planning to hand over the Song Family to Shen Ci?"
Su Xiufeng also became agitated, "No, I’d rather die than let you hand the Song Family over to Shen Ci."
Song Ting sneered, "You should know what Shen Ci is like, so when I say he doesn’t care for the Song Family, you should believe me, right? Also, Ennian mentioned he’s interested in inheriting the Song Family. Su Xiufeng, he also said, since you’re so eager to see him become the next Family Head, he’ll do it just to show you."
"Ah..." Su Xiufeng finally broke down in sobs.
It was not joy or excitement, but collapse.
Song Ennian’s words were completely mocking her.
All her scheming had earned her no gratitude, only blame and betrayal. How could she not break down?
She fell silent for a long time, then said faintly, "Fine, I’ll leave it to you to decide my fate, even if it means going to jail."
Su Xiufeng truly had nothing left to live for.
She now feared not the loss of her reputation, but the scornful gaze of Song Ennian.
Su Xiufeng, Su Zhenguo, Song Ting, Song Enzhi, and even Song Ennian, all thought that exposing Su Xiufeng’s baby swap was necessary to reveal the truth of Song Ennian’s origins.
But who knew that Shen Ci would suddenly present Song Ting with a plan and pull off a crafty move?
The next morning, when Song Ennian was driving back to the Song Family’s Medicine Garden alone, he "accidentally" got into a "car accident" and was "coincidentally" found by Su Jinnian who rushed him to the hospital.
Shortly after, Song Lei’s family received a call from the hospital informing them that Song Ennian’s injuries were not severe, but he had lost a lot of blood and needed a blood transfusion from a family member urgently.
Song Lei and his current wife were not very worried and took their time getting there. However, Su Xiuling’s second son Song Enshu, who was born of Song Lei’s ex-wife, was frantically anxious and rushed to the hospital to blood to Song Ennian.
Su Xiuling, Su Xiufeng’s twin sister, had passed away shortly after giving birth to Enshu due to drowning while saving Su Xiufeng. Song Ennian had been very close to him since they were young.
Song Ennian had just graduated from college; not wanting to compete with his stepmother’s two sons, he had not pursued medicine but had studied electronic computing.
Although they were "real brothers," to eliminate any doubt, the nurse still responsibly inquired about their blood types before the transfusion.