Chapter 119 - 119: Hand was never injured

Translator: _Min_

Upon hearing the mention of the family patriarch, Gu Dai immediately sat upright, her eyes fixed intently on the screen.

Meng Zhi looked puzzled. “The Song family sent just a butler for this occasion. What could he possibly have to say now? Is he here to offer his blessings for Song Ling and Jiang Yue’s marriage?”

Gu Dai shook her head firmly. “No,” she said.

Scratching his head in confusion, Meng Zhi asked, “Daidai, how can you be so sure?”

Softly, Gu Dai replied, “Because Grandpa Song has been very kind to me these past three years.”

Memories of Song An floated through Gu Dai’s mind. She wondered how he had been doing since her divorce from Song Ling.

Meng Zhi looked somewhat surprised upon hearing Gu Dai’s response. He had initially thought poorly of everyone in the Song family but now realized that the patriarch was different. Perhaps age had bestowed upon him the wisdom to discern right from wrong.

As soon as the crowd at the wedding venue heard Song Zhi’s announcement, they grew excited. Their eyes gleamed as they focused on him, waiting for him to reveal the matter at hand.

However, a sense of foreboding crept into Jiang Yue’s heart.

Wang Lan also sensed that something was off. She quickly gestured to her subordinates, ordering, “Turn off the live stream now! And get these guests to leave immediately!”

The person in charge didn’t dare question her and quickly went to carry out her orders.

Although the guests were unsure what was happening, they didn’t want to risk offending the Song family and quickly left. As they reached the doorway, they covertly sent videos they had secretly recorded to their friends and family, igniting spirited discussions.

Though the live stream had been paused, it proved no obstacle for Gu Dai. With a minute’s work on her computer, the paused footage resumed.

Meng Zhi couldn’t help but exclaim, “Daidai, you’re incredible! A couple of clicks and everything’s back to normal!”

Gu Dai smiled modestly, “It’s basic stuff, really. I’ve only restored our ability to view it.”

Meng Zhi could only think how modest she was being. In his opinion, Gu Dai could have restored the global live stream if she’d wanted to.

With that in mind, a question arose in Meng Zhi’s heart. “If we can watch it from here, won’t Song Ling find out?”

Shaking her head, Gu Dai candidly replied, “No, he won’t. My skills far exceed those on Song Ling’s end; he won’t be able to detect me.”

Meng Zhi chuckled, “If Song Ling had hired you as a programmer, the Song Corporation would have been even stronger. But now that chance is gone.”

Gu Dai didn’t speak, but she nodded inwardly in agreement. After all, Song Ling had extended numerous invitations to her, all of which she had declined.

Song Zhi took a file from his folder and handed it to Song Ling, saying, “This is Jiang Yue’s medical report from the hospital. All the indicators here clearly show that Miss Jiang Yue’s hand was not injured in the car accident. The claim about her hand injury is nothing more than a fabrication designed to win your sympathy.”

As Song Zhi’s words settled in the air, before Song Ling could even react, Wang Lan was already stunned. She looked at Jiang Yue incredulously. “You were never injured? If that’s the case, why did I have to prepare bone broth for you every day? Why did 1 take you to the most expensive massage parlor in the capital?”

Song Yu also grew anxious. She snatched the report from Song Ling’s hands and, upon seeing the clear black-and-white text stating ‘no injuries,’ glared at Jiang Yue. “If you’re not injured, why did you always pretend to have hand pain and struggle with lifting things? To think that I willingly helped you carry things because 1 felt sorry for you—1 feel like a fool!”

Jiang Yue’s face drained of color. She had given the doctor a considerable sum of money to fabricate a fake medical report. How could the family patriarch have found out that she was faking?

Waving her hands, Jiang Yue defended herself, “No, 1 did not lie. This report must be false!”

Unruffled by Jiang Yue’s denial, Song Zhi calmly responded, “The patriarch suspected you might argue this way. So, if you feel you’ve been wrongfully accused, you’re welcome to go to the hospital and have the doctors verify it.”

Wang Lan’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. “Exactly. A quick check-up will reveal the truth.”

Jiang Yue, of course, couldn’t go for a check-up; the truth would be immediately exposed. Struggling to keep her composure, she retorted, “I won’t go.. Grandpa must have bribed the doctors at the hospital!”