Song Wanwan looked at Fu Junyu, whose gaze had returned to the book. The indifference and distance he exuded was really a fatal blow to her.
She was in so much pain that her delicate body trembled slightly. She knew that she had always known that she was only well-liked by the Fu family because of her son.
She also knew that Fu Junyu didn't like her. If it weren't for Fu Yanqing, they wouldn't even have crossed paths in this life.
Old Madam Fu liked her very much, but so what?
Fu Junyu didn't like her. It was all for nothing. Her life was all a joke.
She was the most envied person among all the women in the Capital. They envied her for her status of being the mother of Fu Junyu's child. They envied her for being the only Mrs. Fu. They envied her for being able to enter and leave the Fu family freely. They envied her for having a physical relationship with Fu Junyu and giving birth to his child…
However, they could not see the pain in her heart. She was like a clown who could not be liked by Fu Junyu at all.
"If you don't like me, then why…"
"Mr. Fu."
A beautiful voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Song Wanwan's words.
Song Wanwan turned around and saw Song Nian walking over.
As for Fu Junyu, he had already closed the book in his hand and looked at the person walking over with cold eyes.
Song Nian walked to the sofa and sat down. She looked tired and beautiful. "Can we talk about your son?"
Throughout the entire process, Song Nian seemed to not notice Song Wanwan's existence and completely ignored her.
Fu Junyu responded with an affirmative grunt. He lifted his eyelids slightly and instructed Special Assistant Zhou, "Send Miss Song back."
"Yes." Special Assistant Zhou walked over and looked at Song Wanwan. "Miss Song, please."
"I don't want to go back." Song Wanwan walked forward and sat on the sofa in a fit of pique. "An'an is my son. As his mother, I have the right to know everything about him."
Song Nian looked languid on the surface, but killing intent rose in her heart. "Mr. Fu and Miss Song don't get along?"
Song Nian was best at dealing the killing blow. "You've already given birth to his son. Why are you still living separately?"
Fu Junyu ignored Song Nian's sarcasm and looked at her coldly. His voice was cold. "Doctor An, what do you want to talk about regarding my son?"
Song Nian rested her chin on her hand and looked at Song Wanwan. "Can I ask Miss Song a few questions?"
Song Wanwan hated Song Nian's confidence. She acted like she had proper authority and said, "Doctor An, please ask."
Song Nian still looked nonchalant, languid, and wanton. "When Miss Song was pregnant with your son, was she seriously ill?"
Song Wanwan couldn't figure out what the person in front of her was up to. Since Fu Junyu was around, she didn't dare to hide it. "No."
"That's strange." Song Nian sat lazily and her every move was sexy. "Mr. Fu's son's illness originated from his mother's womb."
The moment she said this, the atmosphere tensed up.
Song Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. She thought that the woman was just putting on an act, but she did not expect her to be so capable.
Song Nian didn't care. Her voice was magnetic and soft as she said slowly, "I have to confirm what happened to you when Miss Song was pregnant before I can treat your son. Otherwise…"
Song Nian lowered her eyes and admired her nails nonchalantly.
Song Wanwan had started panicking extremely hard internally, but she did not show it on her face. "Doctor An, I think your diagnosis is wrong."
Song Nian snorted coldly in response. She looked up at Fu Junyu. "Mr. Fu, there's nothing wrong with my diagnosis. I think you've also realized this problem. That's why you're so dedicated to finding SN, right?"
Song Nian's attitude angered Song Wanwan.
Fu Junyu hummed in agreement with Song Nian's analysis.
Song Wanwan's uneasiness intensified. She was about to speak when Song Nian's voice sounded—