Chapter 180 Beat You Straight Into Crippled State

As for what was said?
Lin Jingyue, currently inside her spatial dimension, could only muster a mocking "heh."
Having eavesdropped enough, and seeing no one around, she suddenly stepped out of the space and materialized directly behind the two women.
Without hesitation, she thrust a burlap sack right over them.
"Ah!"
Startled by the sudden turn of events, Old Mrs. Song and the other woman shrieked in terror. The next moment, a rain of fierce blows descended upon them.
Lin Jingyue struck with hands and feet, putting considerable strength into her attacks, but she had no intention of lingering; she fled the moment the job was done.
This was the Wutong District, after all, and she dared not be too reckless here.
Security guards were stationed nearby.
From eavesdropping and bagging them to the actual beating, the whole ordeal took less than five minutes.
Just as Lin Jingyue vanished from the scene, someone else hurried over.
Upon seeing the chaotic sight, the newcomer quickly pulled off the burlap sack. The two women on the ground were already unconscious, their faces bruised and swollen beyond recognition.
However... upon noticing the unnatural bends in their arms, everyone present gasped sharply. Who on earth could have done this?!
Two hours later, Lin Jingyue reappeared at the hospital, having changed into a completely different outfit.
Tsk, she thought, proximity truly was a guiding principle. Old Mrs. Song hadn't been sent to the military district hospital; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to sneak in. Without witnessing their miserable state with her own eyes, how could her heart possibly feel joyful?
Suppressing her schadenfreude, Lin Jingyue strolled casually through the hospital corridors with her protruding fake belly.
At last, she located the operating theater.
How did she know Old Mrs. Song was inside? She figured it out the moment she spotted Song Xinhran rushing breathlessly toward the entrance.
Song Xinhran was Old Mrs. Song's only granddaughter, born to her eldest son, and the undisputed apple of the Song family's eye.
At this moment, she sat rather disheveled on a chair outside the operating room, her face streaked with tears.
"Second Brother, what on earth happened?!" Old Mrs. Song's second son, Song Lian, and his family hurried over in a panic.
"In broad daylight, how could anyone dare to lay hands on Mom?"
"I don't know either!" Old Mrs. Song's eldest son, Song Cheng, said with a dark expression. "My wife is in there too. The doctor says both of them are severely injured; Mom has two fractured ribs and a broken right arm, while my wife just has a fractured wrist."
「This is clearly targeted at our family. By the way, have we notified Eldest Brother yet? And Dad—should we temporarily keep this from Dad?」
"Such a massive incident, and you want to anger me to death?!"
Suddenly, an elderly and stern voice cut through the air. Lin Jingyue, who had been watching the commotion while cradling her fake belly, instinctively turned her head.
Her gaze was met by a pair of furious eyes. An elderly man with completely gray hair was leaning on a cane, supported by someone, as he glared fiercely at the crowd gathered outside the operating room.
Old Master Song!
They finally met!
The corners of Lin Jingyue's mouth twitched upward in a nearly imperceptible smile as she thought to herself.
Her gaze swept toward the middle-aged man supporting the old man. With his cold expression and indifferent eyes, she instantly guessed his identity from his familiar facial features.
Her biological uncle, Song Shiyun's father, the eldest son of the Song family: Song Zhen!
Relying entirely on his own abilities without utilizing a shred of the Song family's influence, he had carved out a place for himself in the labyrinthine intricacies of the capital.
"Dad, why did you come here?!" Not expecting the old master to be alerted, Song Cheng immediately stepped forward to support him, smoothly nudging Song Zhen aside in the process.
Song Zhen didn't mind and silently stepped back.
"If I hadn't come, would I only find out after your mother was already gone?" Old Master Song was clearly beside himself with rage.
His chest heaved violently, prompting the others to soothe him immediately out of fear that he might collapse on the spot.
Lin Jingyue sat quietly around the corner, gently stroking her simulated pregnant belly while watching the drama unfold out of the corner of her eye. She was on the verge of laughing out loud; it would be even better if the old man just dropped dead right here, saving her the trouble of dealing with him later.
It was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon when the doors of the operating theater finally opened, and Cui Shuhui, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Song family, along with Old Mrs. Song, were wheeled out.
Old Mrs. Song's eyes were tightly shut, her face haggard, and she was still wearing an oxygen mask.
Cui Shuhui looked somewhat better by comparison.
"Old Song, you must find out who did this and avenge us, sob, sob..." The moment she saw Song Cheng, the tears she had been holding back broke free.
She wept openly in front of everyone.
Song Xinhran cried as well, burying her face in her mother's embrace.
The area outside the operating room was pure chaos. Once the patients were settled into their ward and the doctor finished giving instructions, everyone wore grim expressions. Lingering panic hung in the air; they had no idea who their assailant was, as the culprit had left not a single trace behind.
Lin Jingyue couldn't follow them into the hospital ward. After half an hour of whatever discussions took place among the Song family members, Song Zhen emerged.
With a flick of her eyes, Lin Jingyue followed him.
Song Zhen's family didn't live in the main residential compound; he had moved out over a decade ago, and his current residence was quite a distance from the Wutong District.
"Come out," Song Zhen said upon reaching the corner of the street where he lived, letting out a faint sigh.
Had he sensed any malicious intent from the person trailing him, he would have taken action long ago.
Lin Jingyue emerged with her fake belly, flashing a wide, brilliant grin. "Song..."
"Well, well, Song Zhen, what do you think you're doing?!" Before she could finish her greeting, a woman strode out from behind Song Zhen, seething with anger.
Lin Jingyue instantly fell silent.
"Song Zhen, who is she?!" Zhao Runzhi pointed directly at Lin Jingyue.
Any woman would find it unbearable to discover a heavily pregnant stranger in the company of her husband!
Seemingly afraid of attracting the attention of outsiders, the woman took a deep breath, forcing down the fury boiling inside her. "If you have anything to say, say it inside the house!"
She glared at Song Zhen before casting another suspicious glance at Lin Jingyue.
The girl had an ordinary face, yet her eyes carried a hint of a smile, and her pregnant belly looked somewhat peculiar.
Still, she didn't probe deeper at the moment.
Song Zhen glanced at Lin Jingyue; the woman's features were entirely unfamiliar to him, yet he inexplicably felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Talk about bizarre.
Curious to get to the bottom of this, he didn't refuse Zhao Runzhi's suggestion. "Let's go inside and talk."
Lin Jingyue nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Oh my, Runzhi, who is this..." As they neared the doorway, they ran into several acquaintances on the street.
Curious, the neighbors gathered around.
Zhao Runzhi smiled and explained, "She's a distant niece of mine from my maiden family. She and her husband came to the capital on some business, and we ran into each other on the street, so I invited her over for a meal."
"Your niece's belly is already this big, and she's still traveling around outside?"
The belly Lin Jingyue had faked looked to be at least seven or eight months along.
"There's no help for it, it's all for a living." After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhao Runzhi pulled Lin Jingyue inside the house.
Song Zhen had already gone in ahead of them.
The couple only had one son, Song Shiyun, and there was no one else at home.
"Tell me, who are you? Why were you following me?" Song Zhen sat down on the sofa, asking with a calm demeanor, though his tone carried an undercurrent of caution.
Even as he spoke, he gestured for Zhao Runzhi to stand closer to him.
Catching his cue, Zhao Runzhi took a sharp look at Lin Jingyue, a sudden wave of guardedness rising in her chest.
She quickly hurried to Song Zhen's side.
So the girl was a complete stranger trailing her husband—could it be related to her husband's work...?
In a split second, the look Zhao Runzhi gave Lin Jingyue shifted completely.
Lin Jingyue paid it no mind. She calmly seated herself opposite Song Zhen, propping her chin in her hand without a shred of the typical cautiousness of a pregnant woman, and stared unblinkingly at Song Zhen and Zhao Runzhi. "Uncle, Auntie, do you think I'm someone you can trust?"