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Meng Zhi looked sympathetically at Gu Dai and softly comforted her, “Don’t be sad, Daidai. The reason they believe Jiang Yue is that their own interests haven’t been harmed yet. Once they are, their faith will crumble.”

Gu Dai shook her head, her gaze fixed on the screen as she softly spoke, “But Jiang Yue’s actions should have hurt Song Ling’s interests, shouldn’t they? Yet he still chooses to believe her.”

Meng Zhi paused for a moment before asserting, “1 think Song Ling can’t be indifferent. There must be some other reason for his actions.”

A look of confusion seeped into Gu Dai’s face. “Another reason, you say?”

Similar doubts plagued Song Zhi. He couldn’t understand why these people were still so steadfast in their belief in Jiang Yue, even after a witness had come forward. However, he had another card up his sleeve, courtesy of the family patriarch.

Looking at Wang Lan, he spoke, “Madam, do you know why the patriarch has never accepted Miss Jiang Yue?”

Without hesitation, Wang Lan responded, “What else could it be? Isn’t it because he favors that woman, Gu Dai, and doesn’t want Jiang Yue to marry into the Song family?”

Song Zhi did not deny it, adding, “That’s part of it, but there’s also the fact that Miss Jiang Yue has an aunt.”

Song Yu glanced skeptically at Song Zhi. “So what? Lots of people have aunts. Are you saying that only orphans like Gu Dai, who have no parents or relatives, are suitable to marry into the Song family?”

Song Zhi:”…”

Upon hearing the mention of her aunt, Jiang Yue felt as if she were on the brink of collapse. She turned to Song Ling and whispered, “Song Ling, my stomach hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?”

Ignoring Jiang Yue, Song Zhi loudly declared, “Having an aunt is normal.

What’s not normal is that her aunt’s name is Jiang Lin!”

Wang Lan froze as the name resounded in her ears. Images of Jiang Lin, with her bewitching allure, flashed through her mind. Her face twisted as she demanded, screaming at Song Zhi, “Which Jiang Lin are you talking about?”

Song Zhi locked eyes with her and said, “Madam, you already know the answer in your heart, don’t you?”

Upon receiving confirmation, Wang Lan felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body. The name ‘Jiang Lin’ was like a bolt from the blue, shattering the world around her.

Song Yu, listening to the exchange between Song Zhi and Wang Lan, felt puzzled and asked, “Mom, what’s going on? Who is this Jiang Lin, and why do you seem to despise her so much?”

Wang Lan lowered her head, her teeth clenched in a bitter smile. “Jiang Lin is the woman who once threw our family into utter chaos,” she said, her voice tinged with darkness.

Song Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hand covering her mouth. “What?!”

Years ago, Wang Lan and her husband were known in their social circle as a deeply loving couple. Despite his family’s objections, Song Ling’s father had been unwavering in his commitment to Wang Lan.

But Jiang Lin’s arrival shattered that idyllic picture. Song Ling’s father’s affections shifted from Wang Lan to Jiang Lin as if he were under a spell.

It was a lifelong wound for Wang Lan. She’d dreamt countless times of eradicating Jiang Lin. What she hadn’t expected was to spend years unknowingly doting on the niece of the woman she despised, even going out of her way to help her.

Fueled by a torrent of emotions, Wang Lan stormed up to Jiang Yue, raising her hand to deliver a stinging slap. “You’re that bit*h’s niece, and you dared to show your face around me? Doesn’t your conscience bother you, seeing how well I’ve treated you?”

Jiang Yue’s head snapped to the side from the force of the slap and a trickle of blood emerged from the corner of her mouth. She covered her stinging cheek as tears filled her eyes. “1 cut ties with her after finding out she was someone’s mistress. I have no contact with her!”

But Wang Lan wasn’t listening. The sight of Jiang Yue’s tear-streaked face only reminded her more of Jiang Lin.

Seized by this thought, she couldn’t help but slap Jiang Yue again, shouting, “I’ve seen these tricks before with your aunt! You little bit*h, you thought you could deceive me with the same tactics?”

After being slapped twice in quick succession, Jiang Yue could no longer maintain her usually gentle demeanor. As Wang Lan raised her hand to slap her again, Jiang Yue swiftly caught her wrist and flung it away..