Song Wanwan's beautiful face was filled with anger. It was obvious that this woman was using this as an excuse to send her away.
Song Wanwan looked at Song Nian angrily. "Woman, what nonsense are you talking about? If you don't know anything, don't pretend to know. I'm An'an's mother. Will I harm him?"
"Junyu is right. You've indeed schemed too much to get close to the father and son."
The warm water had already been brought over. Song Nian took it and gently coaxed the uncomfortable Fu Yanqing to drink it.
Song Wanwan's eyes flashed with schadenfreude. She felt that this woman was too full of herself. "Our An'an would never drink something from a stranger…"
The rest of her words were stuck in Song Wanwan's throat like a fish bone lodged in her throat. It was so uncomfortable that she felt a lump in her throat.
Fu Yanqing, who had repeatedly rejected her offer, accepted the water this woman handed over.
Fu Yanqing had never eaten food touched by the opposite sex ever since he was young. It was an open secret in the entire Capital City.
But now, under everyone's noses, Fu Yanqing had drunk the water Song Nian had fed to him…
Fu Junyu seemed to have noticed something amiss as well. He looked at Song Wanwan, who was standing there, and said coldly, "Go back."
Faced with Fu Junyu's expulsion, Song Wanwan felt extremely wronged . Tears welled up in her eyes and her pupils trembled slightly. "Junyu, even you are on her side? An'an is my son. I carried him for ten months before I birthed him…"
"Then you should have known he was allergic to peaches. You shouldn't have sprayed perfume with chemical components of peaches which can make him allergic and throw up."
Song Nian's cold voice interrupted Song Wanwan.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Song Nian's gorgeous features faced Song Wanwan. "Please leave. The longer you stay, the more pain he will be in."
Song Wanwan, how dare you say that my son is your son?
An'an, he's the son I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy. How dare you…
Song Wanwan was stunned. She looked at Song Nian, who was questioning her. The other party had always been indifferent and distant, but now, she felt that her peach blossom eyes were filled with hatred and desire to skin her alive.
She thought that she must have been thinking too much.
She, who was in the wrong, pursed her lips and looked at Fu Yanqing. "An'an, Mommy will come and see you later."
Then, Song Wanwan looked at Fu Junyu. "Junyu, I'm sorry. I didn't…"
"Send Miss Song out," Fu Junyu ordered directly. He did not look at Song Wanwan the entire time. His eyes landed on Fu Yanqing, and coincidentally onto Song Nian as well.
After Song Wanwan left, Song Nian looked at Fu Yanqing, who was drinking warm water in small sips. At this moment, she realized that she had been too careless. As a mother, she could not bear to see her child suffer.
The doctor had already arrived under Personal Assistant Shi's lead. Fu Yanqing's allergy had been alleviated. Seeing that he was fine, Song Nian stood up and prepared to leave.
"Stop." Fu Junyu's cold voice sounded. His frigid eyes locked onto Song Nian. "If you didn't scheme to get close to us, how could you have known that my son is allergic to peaches? Could this be part of your plan?"
"I'm a doctor. The advice I gave in the washroom was completely based on my status as a doctor." Song Nian looked at Fu Junyu indifferently. "As for knowing that your son will be allergic to peaches, the allergy came from your wife…"
A cold glint flashed across Song Nian's eyes. "Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?"
"By the way." Song Nian handed Fu Junyu her business card. Her cold white hand dazzled under the light. "You can contact me if you need anything regarding your son. I'm happy to provide him with a treatment plan."
Fu Junyu didn't take the business card. He stared at Song Nian with his fox-like eyes. "You seem to be very confident in your ability?"