Chapter 27: Chen Yang’s Interrogation!

When Chen Yang heard this, his heart tightened. Just as he was about to coldly refute Xie Yanli, Song Qiao gave him a look, signaling him not to get angry. Only then did he manage to calm down.

Song Qiao had long anticipated that Xie Yanli would say such things. She chuckled lightly and responded with indifference, “Xie Yanli, is that all you’ve got? Don’t you have anything new to say?”

Seeing Song Qiao’s unconcerned attitude, Xie Yanli knew she didn’t believe him. He had no choice but to produce evidence to prove his claims. But before that, he wanted an answer from her.

Looking at her with a serious expression, he asked, “Song Qiao, I’m not here without reason today. I have evidence in my hand. I just want to ask you one question: if you truly saw proof that Chen Yang cheated on you, would you break up with him?”

Song Qiao had heard this from Xie Yanli many times before and didn’t believe he had any real evidence.

She sneered and then replied seriously, “Xie Yanli, if you actually have proof, of course I wouldn’t stay with a man who betrayed me.”

Chen Yang felt a pang of guilt upon hearing this.

His mind raced. He believed he had always been careful during the years he was with Lin Shiyu. They usually met late at night, never took photos together, and even dined in secluded spots.

Even the one time they lost control and slept together in his and Song Qiao’s marital home—it had been at night, and they had arrived separately. How could Xie Yanli possibly have caught any evidence?

He believed Xie Yanli was clearly bluffing to drive a wedge between him and Song Qiao. Song Qiao had even complained before that Xie Yanli had accused him of being unfaithful but never showed any proof.

He lowered his eyes for a few moments. If Xie Yanli really had evidence, why wait until today? With that thought, his panic slightly eased.

But then again, Xie Yanli wasn’t just anybody. If he did have evidence, then there would be no wedding—and all of Chen Yang’s years of planning would go to waste.

Thinking of this, his expression turned cold, and he spoke out, “Xie Yanli, why do you keep trying to stir up trouble between Qiao Qiao and me? What exactly are your intentions?”

Xie Yanli cast him a sidelong glance, too lazy to respond.

Chen Yang knew that Xie Yanli looked down on people like him from humble backgrounds. He suppressed his resentment, stared sharply at Xie Yanli, and said with pointed words, “Xie Yanli, you’re from a powerful family, used to being high and mighty. You couldn’t handle being dumped, so you’ve always held a grudge against Qiao Qiao. You can’t stand to see her happy—especially not with someone else. Is that why you’re trying to break us up? Will you only be satisfied if she’s miserable?”

A storm brewed in Xie Yanli’s heart. He knew Chen Yang was trying to mislead Song Qiao’s judgment. His gaze turned cold, full of disdain and disgust.

Chen Yang, however, met his gaze head-on without flinching, his face full of anger.

Xie Yanli calmly replied, “Chen Yang, what happened ten years ago was between me and Song Qiao. You don’t get to twist the facts. Don’t blur the truth. You think you—”

Before he could finish, Song Qiao’s furious eyes caught something—kiss marks on Xie Yanli’s neck. Her heart trembled, and her fingers at her side curled slightly.

They were all adults. Though she’d never been with anyone, she recognized what those marks meant—left by a woman during intimacy.

He was being affectionate with another woman yet had the nerve to try and sabotage her relationship? Her gaze darkened, and she coldly said to him, “Xie Yanli, my marriage with Chen Yang is between us. What right do you have to interfere?”

Before Xie Yanli could continue, Song Qiao intimately wrapped her arm around Chen Yang’s, cutting him off.

Xie Yanli froze. Staring at Song Qiao—who now looked at him with deep disgust—he couldn’t help but recall how passionate she had been with him that night. He suddenly seemed lost in thought.

Not wanting Bai Shuyu and the others to see this confrontation, nor to continue entangling with Xie Yanli, Song Qiao quickly added, “Xie Yanli, regardless of your motives for interfering in my wedding, let me be clear: there’s nothing between us—not even friendship. Please, stop meddling in my life.”

Then she turned to Chen Yang with a smile, “My parents are waiting. We should go back.”

Chen Yang smiled and replied, “Alright. Our wedding is just days away, and there’s still a lot to prepare. They should get some rest too.”

He then led Song Qiao away, neither of them sparing Xie Yanli another glance.

Just as they passed by him, Xie Yanli called out sharply, “Song Qiao, don’t you want to see the evidence of Chen Yang’s affair?”

Chen Yang’s grip on Song Qiao’s hand twitched slightly. Sensing his reaction, she remembered the kiss marks on Xie Yanli’s neck had distracted her. She’d completely forgotten about the so-called evidence he claimed to have.

In order to completely shake off Xie Yanli’s pursuit, she stopped and smiled at him, “Alright. Words mean nothing—why don’t you show me the evidence, President Xie?”

Chen Yang’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He asked nervously, “Qiao Qiao, you believe him?”

Song Qiao looked at him and said, “If we keep ignoring him, he’ll keep harassing us. Why not let him show us what he’s got? That way he won’t bother us again.”

Although her words were directed at Chen Yang, her sarcasm was clearly aimed at Xie Yanli. His brows twitched slightly, his fingers clenched.

Chen Yang’s eyes darkened. He knew resisting too much would arouse suspicion, so he reluctantly agreed.

Just as Xie Yanli was about to take out the evidence and slap Song Qiao in the face with it, he suddenly remembered—he had rushed out of the car earlier and left the folder with the evidence inside.

His eyes shifted as he explained, “I left the documents in the car. I’ll call my assistant to bring them over.”

Song Qiao was sure he had no evidence and was just bluffing. She glanced at him and replied lightly, “Sure, sorry to trouble you, President Xie.”

Xie Yanli could hear the sarcasm in her tone. She clearly didn’t believe him. But until he had the evidence in hand, he didn’t bother explaining.

He was about to call when his phone rang—it was a call from Duan Lingxiao. His expression changed. Duan only called when it was something urgent.

As expected, once he answered, Duan Lingxiao’s anxious voice came through:

“Young Master, the old man suddenly had a heart attack and was rushed into emergency surgery!”

“How is he now?”

“He’s still in the ER. The doctor says, at his age… you should come to the hospital right away.”

Xie Yanli hung up, glanced once at Song Qiao, then turned and hurried toward the elevator, leaving quickly.

Song Qiao knew Xie Yanli was usually calm and composed. Seeing him so flustered, she could tell something serious had happened.

Her expression darkened, and she murmured, “I wonder what’s happened… he rushed off right after taking that call.”

Her worried look didn’t escape Chen Yang. He stared at her for a moment, then softly asked, “Qiao Qiao… are you worried about him?”