Chapter 1 I Will Take Responsibility

• Heat...
• A searing pain surged through her body.
• Song Qingge gazed at the man riding on top of her in the darkness. She was completely powerless, like a helpless fish.
• Today was supposed to be her engagement banquet, but she had discovered her fiancé and stepsister, Song Xiaowan, entangled in the fitting room. She wanted to intervene and separate them, but she was knocked unconscious and thrown into this inconspicuous attic, where she was violated by a man whose name she didn't even know...
• Tears streamed down her face as the man's rough fingers tightened their grip. "Don't cry, I will take responsibility."
• Down in the attic, the wedding march faintly echoed, accompanied by heavy breathing that grew more intense with each passing moment...
• But Song Qingge never expected that she would win the lottery.
• And she never expected that within half a day, everyone in Yun City would see her pregnancy test report and a video that, despite being blurred, still conveyed the intensity.
• Song Xiaowan looked surprised. "Sister, that video is all over the place. You're about to get married, how could you engage in such behavior and make Shao Kai wear a cuckold's hat!"
• Song Qingge sneered, "Shut up! Who are you to judge me?"
• If she hadn't witnessed the ugly affair between Fu Shaokai and Song Xiaowan, and if her mind hadn't been unsettled, such a thing would never have happened.
• "Slap!"
• Song's father slapped Song Qingge hard across the face.
• "You disgraceful creature!"
• "And you dare to blame others!"
• Song Qingge suddenly looked up, her eyes red as she stared at her father, Song Yihai. "Why don't you bother to ask me what really happened?"
• Ever since her mother passed away, her father was no longer the loving father who cherished her like a precious pearl. Especially after Song Xiaowan and her stepmother entered the house, this home was no longer hers.
• Song Xiaowan added fuel to the fire on the side.
• "Dad, don't be angry. Sister didn't do it on purpose. As long as she aborts the child and apologizes to the Fu family, they won't mind!"
• "Xiaowan is right, Song Qingge. Abort the child and apologize!"
• "This is my child, I won't abort it." She emphasized each word, her gaze unwavering.
• Song's father was furious. "You still want to keep an illegitimate child? If you don't abort the child, then get out of the Song family. I, Song Yihai, cannot afford to lose face!"
• Indeed, Song Qingge walked out, and the scene calmed down.
• Song Xiaowan naturally didn't want to let this matter go easily. She took advantage of her father's inattention and quietly approached Song Qingge, whispering, "Sister, I didn't expect you to be so content with that beggar, and even want to have his child!"
• Song Qingge's lips turned pale. "What... what did you say?"
• "Haha, that night, I paid ten thousand yuan to find a filthy and repulsive man to deflower you. How about it, did you enjoy it?"
• Song Qingge's anger surged from within. "You despicable person, I'll kill you!"
• She had never encountered such a repugnant person before. She had stolen her father, her family's fortune, her fiancé, and now she wanted to ruin her life!
• Song Qingge slapped Song Xiaowan hard, causing half of her face to swell up. Still unsatisfied, she flipped her over and was about to straddle her and continue hitting her in the face. However, suddenly a strong force pulled her away from behind.
• "How dare you hit someone!" Song's father roared at Song Qingge, pushing her to the ground.
• Song Xiaowan rushed into her father's arms with her swollen face. "Dad, I just wanted to advise Sister to listen to you and not be stubborn. She hit me..."
• Song's father comforted Song Xiaowan. "You are my precious daughter. As long as I'm here, no one dares to bully you!"
• Song Qingge lay on the ground, watching her father protect Song Xiaowan, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
• Her lips moved, and after a long time, she slowly said, "Dad, have you forgotten that I am also your daughter?"
• Song's father looked at Song Qingge's injured eyes, opened his mouth, and reached out his hand, but ultimately said nothing.
• Song Qingge covered her abdomen, slowly got up, and left this home that no longer belonged to her.
• Five years later
• A little boy sat on a suitcase outside the airport.
• The sound of groundhog squeaks could be heard all around.
• "Ah, is that Enbao?"
• "I love his emojis so much, they're so adorable!"
• "Oh my god, I really want to pinch that little bun. Is that his mother? She's so beautiful."
• "Hi, ladies."
• The little bun reached out to greet the girls who were watching him, causing another round of screams.
• Song Qingge looked at him speechlessly as he acted cute everywhere. This little rascal's fame as an adorable child was even greater than her reputation as an award-winning screenwriter.
• "Song Nian'en, stop with your irresistibly charming act. I don't want to get stuck at the airport later."
• "Okay, Mom."
• Song Nian'en obediently smiled, but suddenly, his eyes caught sight of a pair of long legs, silver trousers, and as his gaze moved up, he saw the person's cold face.
• Ah, it was one of the potential candidates for his alleged father!
• He had to find his father and prove to his mother that he wasn't a beggar's child!
• "Mom, I'm going to the bathroom."
• "Okay, hurry up."
• He jumped off the suitcase and followed the man.
• "Mr. Fu, the old man wants you to take over as the chairman of the group right away..."
• Before the assistant could finish speaking, he saw a little bundle rushing towards Mr. Fu, who was cold and unpredictable.
• Song Nian'en took the opportunity to touch his muscular thigh. Yes, it was firm and strong.
• These long legs, measuring 1.9 meters, were worthy of his mother!