Chapter 121: I Became Your Ox and Horse, and This Is How You Treat Me?

A few days later, the court's verdict was delivered.

The evidence was conclusive, the circumstances were heinous, especially the charge involving a pregnant woman, which increased its social harmfulness.

Lin Wei was sentenced to a term of imprisonment for attempted intentional injury.

At the moment of the verdict, she stood on the defendant's bench, her complexion ashen, her eyes hollow, long having lost the former arrogance and madness, leaving only endless remorse and despair.

Her life paid a heavy price for her twisted jealousy and malice.

The news spread like it had grown wings, quickly circulating within a small circle.

When Su Yanhua pieced together the news from the neighbor women's muttering idle chat, the medicine spoon in her hand clanged to the floor, breaking into two pieces.

Her complexion turned pale instantly, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.

Lin Wei... actually really went to prison!

And she was sentenced for so many years!

Her legs went weak; she quickly grasped the cold stove to barely steady herself.

A huge wave of terror seized her.

She suddenly recalled the conspiracies she had with Lin Wei before; although Zhao Laoban hadn't reported her, who could guarantee Lin Wei wouldn't speak recklessly inside to reduce her sentence?

Even if Lin Wei said nothing, her fate would be like a bucket of ice water, dousing the malicious thought born of jealousy in her heart until it was bone‑cold, leaving not a spark.

Even someone of Lin Wei's background, once entangled with Su Ruan, meets this fate; what am I, Su Yanhua, supposed to be?

Can Liu Wenbin, that self‑absorbed man, protect her?

She instinctively shielded her swollen belly; it was her only leverage in the Liu Family at present.

No!

She must absolutely have no thoughts of provoking Su Ruan or the Jiang Family!

Now she only wants to safely give birth to the child, to secure a foothold in the Liu Family, even if it means staying low and playing the small role.

All jealousy, all resentment, under the weight of real fear and self‑interest, she forcibly crushes and buries deep within her heart.

She becomes unusually compliant, even deliberately avoiding any time or place that might intersect with Su Ruan.

Just as Su Yanhua decided to tuck her tail and behave, she unexpectedly noticed something odd about Liu Wenbin.

Lately Liu Wenbin has been coming home later and later; when asked, he always says he's busy with school or discussing projects with colleagues.

At first Su Yanhua didn't pay much attention, after all he had often been like that before.

But gradually she noticed he changed his clothes more often, and his hair seemed to be groomed more diligently.

Most importantly, he often carried a scent on him that wasn't from the household shampoo.

What truly raised her suspicion was one evening.

Because of severe morning sickness, she returned early from outside; as she hurried to the Alley entrance, she saw from afar Liu Wenbin standing under an old locust tree talking with a young woman.

The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed eye‑catchingly in a tight, truly elegant Dress that outlined her graceful figure, tilting her head up and smiling coquettishly at Liu Wenbin.

Although Liu Wenbin's face still bore that expressionless look, he didn't leave immediately; instead he tilted his head slightly, as if listening to her earnestly.

Su Yanhua's heart sank sharply, a foreboding premonition instantly coursing through her body.

She didn't rush forward; instead she slipped into the shadow of a corner, staring intently at that side.

After a while, the woman looked left and right, then quickly pulled something from her pocket, slipped it into Liu Wenbin's hand, and giggled, saying something.

Liu Wenbin was momentarily stunned, looked down at the object in his hand, hesitated, his lips moved, but ultimately he didn't refuse, placing the item into his trouser pocket, then nodded at the woman.

The woman smiled again, waved her hand, then twisted her waist and walked away, shaking with each step.

Liu Wenbin stood where he was, staring blankly at the direction the woman left for a moment before turning and walking home.

Hidden behind the wall, Su Yanhua felt a chill surge from her feet to the top of her head, her heart clenched by an invisible hand, cold and painful, almost suffocating!

She couldn't believe her own eyes!

Liu Wenbin?

The Liu Wenbin who always kept an air of aloofness and treated her coldly, was actually tugging with another woman at the Alley entrance and even took something from her?

The way that woman looked at him, that intimate posture... it couldn't be just a normal colleague relationship!

If... if Liu Wenbin really has someone else outside, what about her and the child in her womb?

Liu Mother already looked down on her; would she still make room for her then?

All her scheming and endurance, wouldn't they all become a joke?

Su Yanhua hurried back home; Liu Wenbin only returned late at night.

Upon entering, he was startled by Su Yanhua sitting on the bedside.

"Why are you sitting here without the lights on?"

He asked casually while taking off his coat, his tone tinged with impatience.

Su Yanhua said nothing, only slowly stood, walked to him, and held up the crumpled letter she had squeezed, presenting it before his eyes.

Her voice, hoarse from extreme anger and suppression, rasped: "Liu Wenbin... what is this?"

Liu Wenbin's gaze fell on the paper; his complexion changed abruptly, pupils narrowing.

Instinctively he reached to snatch it, but Su Yanhua jerked her hand back sharply.

"Let me explain..." Liu Wenbin's tone carried a barely perceptible panic, but was quickly masked by forced composure, "It's a thank‑you letter from a student, messy, I didn't take it seriously..."

"A thank‑you letter?" Su Yanhua snapped, tears finally spilling, "Would a thank‑you letter write 'When feelings arise, it's hard to restrain oneself'?"

"A thank‑you letter would write 'Thinking of your profile makes time feel gentle'?"

"Liu Wenbin! Do you think I'm a fool?!"

She waved the letter, her voice hoarse: "And that woman at the Alley entrance—she's the one, right? How long have you two been secretly flirting behind my back?!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Liu Wenbin raised his voice, his face showing irritated shame, "Su Yanhua! I warn you, stop making unreasonable trouble! It's just a letter written by an immature student! I have nothing with her!"

"Nothing at all? Then why did you hide the letter in your clothing pocket?"

"There's nothing—so where does that perfume smell on you come from? There's nothing, yet you've been coming home so late every night lately!"

Su Yanhua pressed on step by step, the resentment and fear that had been building up for far too long finally erupted at this moment.

"Liu Wenbin! I bore a child for you, served your family like a beast of burden, and this is how you treat me!"

Her cries startled Liu Mother outside. Liu Mother, with a stern face, pushed the door open and scolded irritably: "What are you shouting about? It's late at night—can't you let anyone have peace!"

When she saw the letter paper in Su Yanhua's hand, her tear‑streaked face, and her son's sallow complexion, her brows knit even tighter.

"Mother!" Su Yanhua, as if she had found a savior, cried, handing over the letter, "Take a look! Wen Bin—he… he's outside…"