Volume 1, Chapter 43: Shen Chiyan, Give Me Back My Sister!

It doesn't matter!
Isn't it just taking off my clothes? I won't lose a piece of flesh!
As long as Jiashu is fine, everything is fine!
Although she comforted herself like this, Song Qinian's hands were shaking violently, and tear after tear rolled down her beautiful face, dripping onto the back of her hand.

Shen Chiyan looked coldly at Song Qinian's actions, his expression as terrifying as it could possibly get.
For Song Guanliang, she could smile at President Liang!
For Song Jiashu, she would take off her clothes the moment she was told to!
Was it true that as long as it was for her family, she would do whatever she was asked to do?
Having no bottom line, no dignity whatsoever!

Song Jiashu was filled with grief and indignation, tears streaming down his face. "No! Sis... If you really take off your clothes, I'll smash my head against this wall and die right here!"
Tears streamed down Song Qinian's face, her heart aching intensely as if being gnawed by millions of ants.
Gong Yuqi simply couldn't bear to watch any longer. He grabbed Shen Chiyan by the arm. "Chiyan, that's enough!"

Shen Chiyan was in the heat of his anger, and at this moment, anyone who pleaded on behalf of Song Qinian and Song Jiashu seemed to be going against him.
"What? Are you going to throw punches at me for her?"
"She is your wife, after all. Whether you're jealous or angry, you shouldn't go this far."

Shen Chiyan coldly shook off Gong Yuqi's hand. "How I handle things is none of your business! If you can't stand my ways, you can leave!"
"You..."
Friends for years, Gong Yuqi couldn't understand Shen Chiyan at all at this moment.
Shen Chiyan claimed to hate Song Qinian, but when she fainted last time, he was clearly very anxious.
Yet, if he supposedly cared about Song Qinian, how could any normal man allow his own wife to undress in front of other men?

Song Jiashu glared resentfully at Shen Chiyan, crying as he struggled. "Shen Chiyan, if you have the guts, let me go and let's fight one-on-one!"
Shen Chiyan sneered. "Overestimating your own strength!"
He raised a hand, and two bodyguards immediately released Song Jiashu.
Song Jiashu wiped his tears blindly, ran over to Song Qinian, pulled her clothes back into place, and then charged furiously at Shen Chiyan.
"Ah..."

Gong Yuqi got up to stop them, but Shen Chiyan was faster, throwing a vicious punch straight at Song Jiashu's face.
"Spit..."
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Song Jiashu lunged forward again like a madman, determined to fight Shen Chiyan to the death.

Seeing Song Jiashu spit blood, Song Qinian was horrified. Just as she tried to run over, Gong Yuqi grabbed her. "Don't go. Both of them are blinded by rage and hitting hard. You'll definitely get hurt if you go over there."
But Song Qinian couldn't listen. Song Jiashu had always been at school, and his blows were driven purely by brute force.
Shen Chiyan, on the other hand, had spent time in the military. What looked like a fight was actually a one-sided slaughter.
Song Jiashu was no match for Shen Chiyan at all. Catching sight of a wine bottle on the table, he grabbed it and smashed it toward Shen Chiyan.
Shen Chiyan's patience was completely exhausted, and he delivered a vicious kick straight at Song Jiashu...

Seeing that the two of them were about to severely injure each other, Song Qinian broke away from Gong Yuqi's grip, ran forward, and hugged Song Jiashu.
Shen Chiyan's kick landed squarely on Song Qinian's lower back...
"Thud..."

Song Qinian and Song Jiashu collapsed to the ground together. Seeing that Song Qinian had taken the kick meant for him, Song Jiashu turned pale with fright and hurriedly helped her up.
"Sis... Sis, are you okay?"
For a moment, Song Qinian felt as though her spine had snapped. Not wanting to worry Song Jiashu, she forced a smile and shook her head.
She tried to crawl back up, but a piercing, bone-deep agony shot through her lower back, and she collapsed heavily back onto Song Jiashu.

"Sis! Sis... What's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Song Jiashu burst into tears, his tears mixing with the blood from his wounds.
Seeing this, Gong Yuqi's heart sank. Spotting Shen Chiyan standing frozen in place, looking somewhat at a loss, he gave Shen Chiyan a fierce shove. "What the hell are you standing there for? Lumbar vertebrae are extremely fragile! Lin Qiutong became a vegetative state, do you want to kick her into paralysis too?"

The word "paralysis" struck Shen Chiyan like a thunderbolt, jolting him awake.
He rushed forward, wanting to pick up Song Qinian, but Song Jiashu blocked him, refusing to let him touch her. "Get lost! You have no right to touch my sister!"
"Pull him away!"
The bodyguards rushed forward and dragged Song Jiashu back. Song Jiashu yelled furiously, "Let go of my sister! Shen Chiyan! Give my sister back to me!"

Looking at Song Qinian—her eyes tightly closed, brows furrowed in pain, forehead covered in a dense layer of sweat, and her face deathly pale—a wave of immense panic surged within Shen Chiyan's heart.

When Song Qinian woke up again, her lower back ached intensely, and even the slightest movement made her feel as though her lower body had vanished.
"Young Madam..."
Zhang Qiaoqiao was dozing off in the hospital room. Seeing Song Qinian wake up, she immediately stood up and hurried to her bedside.
"Young Madam, how are you feeling?"

Song Qinian tried to sit up, but the pain in her waist was too severe.
"Hey, don't move, don't move. You injured your back and need to stay in bed for at least three days."
Only then did Song Qinian remember what had happened in the private room. She anxiously gestured, "Where is my younger brother?"
"Don't worry, Young Madam. Your brother is in the next room. He only sustained some superficial injuries and is completely fine now."

Song Qinian let out a sigh of relief. She desperately wanted to go see Song Jiashu, but fearing that he would worry upon seeing her in this state, she forced herself to let the idea go.
"And Grandmother..."
"Don't worry, Young Madam. The old lady has no idea what happened last night."
Song Qinian nodded, asked nothing further, and didn't even mention Shen Chiyan.

Fortunately, with Zhang Qiaoqiao taking care of her, Song Qinian didn't have to suffer like last time, when even getting a meal required troubling a nurse to pick up food from the cafeteria for her.
In the afternoon, Song Jiashu and Liu Xiaohan came to Song Qinian's hospital room.
The moment Song Jiashu saw Song Qinian looking as pale as paper yet forcing herself to sit up, tears welled up in his eyes.

He hugged Song Qinian tightly, consumed by regret and self-blame. "Sis... It's all my fault. Blame it on my impulsiveness. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."
Song Qinian patted Song Jiashu on the back, gently pushed him away, and gestured soothingly, "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."
Song Jiashu had been kept in the dark all along. Suddenly discovering the truth, he couldn't take the blow and had rushed to settle accounts with Shen Chiyan.
He cared deeply for his sister and wanted to stand up for her, but he had completely underestimated the vast gap in power between himself and Shen Chiyan.
If Shen Chiyan truly wanted to crush him, it would be easier than squashing an ant.

Liu Xiaohan, standing nearby, was also furious. She wasn't angry because her daughter was injured, nor because she found out Shen Chiyan had been treating Song Qinian as a backup blood bank for Lin Qiutong, but rather because Song Jiashu had dared to offend Shen Chiyan.
"What's the use of knowing you were wrong now? If your actions cause Shen Chiyan to divorce your sister, you'll be the greatest sinner of all!"
Song Jiashu glared fiercely at Liu Xiaohan. "So what if they get a divorce? He doesn't love my sister at all, and staying with him is just making her suffer!"