She glanced around, seeing only the two of them. She took a couple of steps towards Jiang Shiyu.
The distance between them instantly narrowed.
"If it weren't for you, how would my daughter have been ruined and even had to feign madness? All of this is because of you. How dare you show your face to me again?!"
If this hadn't been the scene of a charity gala, Song Yu would have truly been unable to resist reaching out and grabbing Jiang Shiyu's hair.
Jiang Shiyu wanted to laugh. "From beginning to end, it was your daughter causing trouble. I was simply living my life quietly. She was the one who deliberately, time and again, tried to frame me. I merely fought back to protect myself. Yet, in your words, I'm the one aggressively framing your daughter?!"
She had met shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless!
Song Yu's face turned ashen. She hissed in a low voice, "What nonsense are you spouting! My daughter is innocent and adorable. She never gets involved in disputes and doesn't understand these schemes and calculations. Clearly, you couldn't keep your man, were abandoned by the Mu family, and held a grudge, which is why you wanted to retaliate! Now you've ruined my daughter, what more do you want?!"
The only reason she hadn't killed Jiang Shiyu was because she was still the daughter-in-law of the Murong family.
If Murong Cheng and Jiang Shiyu divorced, it would be Jiang Shiyu's death sentence.
With the Murong family's influence and power, making a woman disappear in Haicheng would be an easy task!
It was just a pity that Murong Cheng was still protecting her for now, otherwise...
Song Yu stared at Jiang Shiyu, her eyes wishing she could tear her apart.
Jiang Shiyu let out a snicker.
"Innocent and adorable? Me scheming? Yes, your innocent and adorable daughter got pregnant and had an arranged marriage, your innocent and adorable daughter hooked up with someone else's boyfriend..."
"Slap!"
Song Yu raised her arm and slapped Jiang Shiyu hard.
"Shut up!"
Jiang Shiyu's face was slapped to the side by Song Yu.
She raised her hand and touched her swollen cheek.
Song Yu glared at Jiang Shiyu with a ravenous gaze. "If you speak another word of nonsense, I'll slap your mouth until it's ruined. If it weren't for Murong Cheng, do you think I would have tolerated you for so long?
Do you think you are anything? You're just an orphan born with a mother but no father to teach you, and you dare to act so arrogantly in front of me, what are you! Ah!"
"Slap!"
A crisp slap echoed.
Song Yu covered her face, looking at Jiang Shiyu in shock. "You hit me?!"
Jiang Shiyu shook her reddened palm. "Do I need a special day to slap you? This slap is in return. You dared to slap me, so I dare to slap you back. If you dare to touch me, I will absolutely not let you off so easily... Your daughter almost cost me my life, and she must pay the price!"
"You... What do you want to do? I warn you not to mess with her!" Song Yu looked at Jiang Shiyu in terror.
This woman, who appeared pure and harmless, was the most ruthless person she had ever met.
To be able to feign amnesia for so long, just to obtain evidence.
Compared to Murong Cheng's sharp brilliance, this woman was the truly unfathomable one!
Jiang Shiyu suddenly took a few steps back, a cold curve on her lips.
Song Yu's eyes widened, and she instinctively reached out to grab Jiang Shiyu.
Jiang Shiyu suddenly grabbed Song Yu's hand. Song Yu, thinking Jiang Shiyu was going to harm her, let out a muffled cry and pulled away.
However, what Song Yu didn't expect was that Jiang Shiyu, following the arc of her pull, would fall straight backward and then tumble down the stairs.
"No!" Song Yu screamed, trying to reach out and pull Jiang Shiyu back, but Jiang Shiyu had already fallen backward.
Song Yu could only stare with wide eyes as Jiang Shiyu rolled down the stairs.
The commotion instantly attracted the attention of everyone upstairs and downstairs.
Then everyone saw a person tumbling down the stairs.
"Oh my god! Who fell down the stairs!"
Someone shouted, and everyone immediately put down what they were doing and talking about, turning their heads towards the stairs.
By the time everyone reacted, the figure had already crashed heavily onto the ground.
Then, a stream of blood rapidly gushed out from beneath the woman.
"Oh my god, someone fell down!"
A woman closest to the scene leaned in for a look. "Isn't this Mr. Murong's wife?!"
The woman's voice wasn't loud, but it startled everyone present.
A man pushed through the crowd and, upon seeing the woman lying in a pool of blood, his throat tightened as if being choked, rendering him almost speechless.
He even suspected he was dreaming and hallucinating, his pupils constricting, reflecting only the figure in crimson.
"No..."
How could it be her? She was fine just moments ago, how could she have suddenly fallen down the stairs.
"Ambulance!!!"
The man's roar, like that of a lion, echoed through the banquet hall.
Everyone present instinctively took half a step back.
An Yan, standing behind Murong Cheng, turned pale at the sight of Jiang Shiyu lying unconscious in a pool of blood. Her hands trembled as she took out her phone.
How could this happen...
Murong Cheng held Jiang Shiyu tightly. Despite his frantic, ice-cold limbs and his handsome face drained of all color, he tried his best to remain calm, pressing on Jiang Shiyu's philtrum, terrified she would stop breathing.
A large amount of blood continued to flow from her body.
Song Yu stood on the stairs, her hand still suspended in mid-air, staring in shock at the scene, at Jiang Shiyu lying in a pool of blood at the end of the stairs.
She couldn't believe it.
This woman was so ruthless and venomous that she would gamble with her own life for revenge!
Song Yu felt a chill run through her body. She retreated continuously, fleeing the scene in a panic.
The ambulance arrived quickly. Murong Cheng followed her into the vehicle. On the way, he checked Jiang Shiyu's pulse. Although weak, there was still a pulse, but...
"She's pregnant? No wonder she's bleeding so much, it can't be stopped. From the looks of it, the child in her womb has a ninety-nine percent chance of not being saved. Please prepare yourself..."
The doctor examined Jiang Shiyu's physical condition. A normal person falling down the stairs would at most suffer fractures and a concussion, but would never bleed profusely, let alone this much blood. This was clearly a sign of a miscarriage!
"No matter what happens to the child in her womb, I want her to live!!!"
Murong Cheng tightly grasped her hand, his voice, on the verge of collapse, laced with a tremor.
The doctor nodded nervously. "We will do our utmost. Please rest assured, Mr. Murong..."
The woman was pushed into the operating room. Murong Cheng was kept outside the door. He stood there blankly, unresponsive even when An Yan called out to him.
"Sir, would you like to change your clothes?" Murong Cheng's clothes were covered in Jiang Shiyu's blood, which was quite alarming.