Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 347 Qin Shi's Regret

"Yan Yunxi is your mother, isn't she?"

D uttered a name with perfect clarity.

Yan Lan's hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly.

After so many years, the pain that had been deliberately buried was suddenly torn open, and her mother Yan Yunxi's name had always been deeply hidden in her heart.

Han Yan, who was standing to the side, was too frightened to speak, and Madam Qin's face was full of shock.

Qin Shengsheng looked stunned, clearly unfamiliar with the name "Yan Yunxi".

Cheng Fei's hand, holding his phone, was still suspended in mid-air, his gaze shifting back and forth between the group of people.

Only during the Qin Dynasty did his heart suddenly race, and it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his chest, bringing an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

A terrible premonition crept up my spine.

Yan Lan almost never mentioned his mother. He only heard her mention her briefly by chance and knew that she had passed away when he was in junior high school.

He did not investigate the cause of death further.

But at this moment, looking at Yan Lan's suddenly tense profile and listening to D's suggestive words, he suddenly realized something very scary.

D looked at Yan Lan, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Yan Yunxi... I wasn't entirely sure before, but just now when we sparred, the angle of your backhand slash, and the footwork you used to dodge my gunfire—"

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Yan Lan's trembling wrist, as if admiring her prey's reaction: "It's exactly the same as when she was driven to the brink back then. So, you are her daughter. What a twist of fate."

Yan Lan's voice was terribly hoarse, and her grip on the knife tightened until her knuckles turned white. "Whose idea was it to kill my mother?"

D chuckled softly, her gaze suddenly shifting to Qin Shi with a hint of mockery: "That's a question for the person next to you. After all, the one who maintained the prison network back then was your husband, Qin Shi. Oh, and now he should be your ex-husband."

"You're talking nonsense!" Qin Shengsheng was the first to explode, blurting out, "How could my brother possibly have anything to do with Prison Network!"

Madam Qin's face also turned ashen: "Lanlan, don't believe her, she's trying to sow discord!"

D ignored them, staring intently at Qin Shi, his eyes like poisoned needles: "Qin Shi was once a member of the Prison Network. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

Qin Shi's back tensed even more, his fingertips almost digging into D's arm, but his voice was unusually calm, frighteningly calm: "Shut up."

"What? Scared?" D laughed even harder. "Scared that she'll find out that her beloved Mr. Qin might be the one who killed her mother?"

Yan Lan suddenly looked at Qin Shi, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Qin Shi," Yan Lan's voice was as soft as a feather, "is what she said true?"

Qin Shi turned around abruptly, his eyes swirling with complex emotions—pain, struggle—but no denial.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but D beat him to it: "Of course he won't admit it. After all, he was willing to abandon me, his 'savior,' for the sake of the child in your belly, wasn't he?"

She suddenly broke free from Qin Shi's grip and smiled strangely: "But it doesn't matter, I have something here that might prove my point."

As she spoke, she pulled a small USB drive from the inner pocket of her white coat and twirled it between her fingers: "In this file are records of Qin Shi working for Prison Network and the Prison Network paying him. The dates coincide with the time of Yan Yunxi's death."

The air in the ward seemed to freeze.

Yan Lan looked at the USB drive, then at Qin Shi's pale face, and felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through her abdomen again, causing her to bend over involuntarily, cold sweat instantly soaking her forehead.

"Yan Lan!" Qin Shi's expression changed drastically. He didn't care about D and turned around to help her.

"Don't touch me!" Yan Lan abruptly shoved his hand away, her eyes as cold as winter snow. "I'm asking you, are you a member of Prison Network?"

Qin Shi's Adam's apple bobbed twice, his gaze fixed on Yan Lan's pale face, her eyes filled with shattered pain.

He remained silent for so long, so long that the air in the ward seemed to freeze, before finally squeezing out a few words through clenched teeth: "...Yes."

Yan Lan's pupils suddenly contracted, as if she had been struck by an invisible hammer. Her hand holding the scalpel could no longer support her and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

“In the first few years I was abroad,” Qin Shi’s gaze drifted into the void, as if recalling that unbearable past, “I had a cold war with my father, cut off all contact, and refused to use a single penny of the Qin family’s money.”

Later, I offended the local gang and they cornered me in an alley... D suddenly appeared. He glanced at D on the ground, his tone icy.

"She saved me on the condition that I do network security maintenance for the prison network. At that time... I needed the prison network's help, so... I agreed."

Madam Qin suddenly covered her mouth, and tears welled up instantly.

She had no idea that her son had gone through all that abroad, that he had been driven to such a desperate situation.

She hated her husband, Shen Yunzhong, who had driven their son to the brink of despair. His harshness towards Qin Shi had long since reached the point of disregarding life and death!

Yan Lan's voice trembled violently, each word sounding as if dripping with blood, "My mother's death was indeed related to you?"

Qin Shi's face was as white as paper, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word of explanation.

He certainly didn't directly participate in the Prison Network's assassination operations, but the USB drive in D's possession wouldn't lie; the transfer records from that period happened to coincide with the time when Yan Yunxi got into trouble.

He couldn't prove that his technology hadn't been used to track her or locate her, and he couldn't clear his name of this dirty connection.

“Lanlan,” he reached out to touch her, but she dodged away in disgust.

"Don't call me." Yan Lan's voice was as cold as ice, but tears were glistening in her eyes.

"Qin Shi, I don't care how many hardships you had back then, or whether it was unintentional or not. The Prison Network killed my mother, and you, you were one of their people." She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, and said, word by word, "You are my enemy."

"Lanlan!" Qin Shi panicked and tried to grab her, but the resolute look in her eyes froze him in place.

There was no hatred in those eyes, only a utter, icy disappointment that made him more uneasy than any hatred.

"I will never forgive you." Yan Lan turned her face away, no longer looking at him, as if even a glance would be torture.

Madam Qin stepped forward, weeping, "Lanlan, the Qin family has let you down... I have let your mother down."

Yan Lan interrupted her, her voice eerily calm, "I don't blame you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly gasped, her face turning deathly pale, and cold sweat trickled down her cheeks.

She instinctively covered her stomach, only to feel a warm liquid slowly flowing down between her legs.

"Ah! Blood!" Han Yan screamed, pointing at Yan Lan's skirt.

The ward immediately descended into chaos.

"Lanlan!" Qin Shi's heart stopped. All grudges and rights and wrongs were instantly thrown to the back of his mind. He rushed over and picked her up in his arms.

Yan Lan struggled to push him away, but she was too weak to move and could only let him carry her out the door.

"Call a doctor immediately!"

Qin Shi's voice was filled with unprecedented panic, and his hands holding Yan Lan trembled as he cried, "Lan Lan, hold on, you have to hold on!"

Yan Lan leaned against him, trying to stay awake, but the pain in her abdomen was getting more and more intense.

She closed her eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek. "Qin Shi, why have we come to this?"

The red light in the operating room came on again, and this time it was more glaring than ever.

A few hours later, the nurse came out carrying a swaddled baby, her face beaming with satisfaction: "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl."

Qin Shi didn't go to see the child. Qin Shengsheng hurriedly took the child and looked at the wrinkled little face. She felt empty inside and tears kept flowing down her face.

He asked, "Where is Yan Lan?"

A hint of hesitation flashed across the nurse's face: "The mother is still inside, and the situation is a bit complicated. She doesn't want to see you."

In the operating room, Sister Sun was holding another child.

It was a boy, but he wasn't as healthy as a girl; his lungs weren't well-developed.

"I want to take him with me." Yan Lan's voice was soft, weak from just giving birth, "My daughter..."

Yan Lan's eyes welled up with tears.

She has wronged another child.

But she was unwilling to face Qin Shi and the Qin family again.

“I will take him to the best hospital for treatment.” Yan Lan looked at her son.

Her eyes remained expressionless. "Tell Qin Shi that from now on, he will stay with our daughter, and the Qin family and I will be even." She paused, then added, "Don't tell anyone that I had twins. Just pretend... this child never existed."

She didn't want her son to have a father like that, nor did she want her daughter to know that she had been "saved" by her mother.

This was the cleanest way she could think of.

Looking at her resolute eyes, Senior Sister Sun knew that saying anything more would be useless.

Han Yan held the baby boy, while Yan Lan was supported by Senior Sister Sun, and they left the operating room through the emergency exit.

The moment she stepped out of the hospital, it felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out, the pain making it hard to breathe.

She knew that she was giving up not only her daughter, but also everything she and the Qin family had.