Volume 1, Chapter 62: How Can a Fake Pregnancy Result in a Miscarriage?

"Just based on a single pack of sanitary pads, you two have concluded that I'm faking my pregnancy?" Jiang Yunmiao's gaze swept over the two of them with an icy chill, her brows and expression carrying a solemn and fierce weight.

Chen Niake asked, "Then how do you explain that?"

"Why should I explain anything to a mistress like you?" Jiang Yunmiao retorted.

Chen Niake was so furious that she gnashed her teeth. "Who are you calling a mistress?"

"If not, why are you jumping up and down like a clown in my house?"

Provoked, Chen Niake glared with rage burning in her eyes. "If your pregnancy isn't fake, do you dare lift your shirt and let us see for ourselves?"

Jiang Yunmiao pointed toward the door. "I am asking you to leave my house right now, immediately! Otherwise, I'll have the security guards escort you out!"

"How dare you! Niake is my invited guest! Jiang Yunmiao, don't push people too far! If you have nothing to hide, why won't you let us verify whether your pregnant belly is real or fake?" Zhou Manhua sided entirely with Chen Niake.

Hearing the commotion, Sister Xu hurried upstairs. "Did you all misunderstand President Jiang? That sanitary pad was mine. I might be entering menopause, so things are a bit irregular, and since I didn't have any on hand, I borrowed one from President Jiang."

Yet upon hearing Sister Xu's explanation, Zhou Manhua's smile turned even more sinister. "Oh, wonderful, Jiang Yunmiao! You really are something else, getting Sister Xu to tell lies for you! Sister Xu is your confidante; do you really expect us to believe her word?"

Zhou Manhua was already completely convinced that Jiang Yunmiao's pregnancy was a fraud.

"Niake, Sister Huan! Strip off her clothes for me! I want to see how much longer she can keep up that tough mouth of hers!" Zhou Manhua commanded her caregiver and Chen Niake to unmask Jiang Yunmiao's true face together.

Putting on a hypocritical front, Chen Niake said, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Sister Huan hesitated as well. She was only hired to care for someone and had no desire to get entangled in the employer's family feuds.

By now, Zhou Manhua was driven mad with rage, eager to sweep Jiang Yunmiao out of the house. Every cell in her body was in a state of abnormal excitement; today, she was going to clear the house of impurities on behalf of her son.

"I'll take full responsibility if anything happens, what are you afraid of? Sister Huan, I'll give you a raise—an extra five hundred yuan!" Zhou Manhua offered with rare generosity. She felt that five hundred yuan was already a massive expenditure, enough to make any housekeeper willingly do her bidding.

To her surprise, Sister Huan remained entirely unmoved and instead took a step back, making her attitude of wanting no part in this muddy water crystal clear!

"You!" Zhou Manhua never expected Sister Huan to refuse, and she trembled with anger. If not for her troublesome legs, she would have done it herself long ago without needing Sister Huan at all.

"A thousand! I'll give you a thousand, alright?" Money makes the mare go, and she refused to believe Sister Huan wouldn't be tempted.

Chen Niake wanted to roll her eyes right then and there. Zhou Manhua was such a stupid old hag, still pinching pennies at a critical juncture like this—she truly had zero vision! No wonder she had stayed in the Duan family for so long and still remained thoroughly disliked by Old Madam Duan.

"Sister Huan, your salary will be doubled!" Chen Niake declared on behalf of Zhou Manhua.

Zhou Manhua cast a surprised look at her, somewhat displeased by her overstepping. Doubling the salary was giving away far too much.

However, at this, Sister Huan finally rolled up her sleeves, looking eager to try.

With a dark face, Zhou Manhua kept silent.

"Have you all lost your minds? Who gave you the right to do this?" Jiang Yunmiao watched them step closer and closer, her pupils contracting sharply.

"It's just lifting your shirt to look at your belly, why are you so afraid?" Jiang Yunmiao's resistance only made Chen Niake more certain that she was hiding a guilty conscience.

Jiang Yunmiao's eyes turned frosty, too lazy to bother with them anymore. She wanted to grab her phone and call security to escort Chen Niake out, only to realize that her phone seemed to have been left in Lu Shenshen's car.

With no other choice, she instructed Sister Xu, "Call downstairs and have security come up!"

Sister Xu's phone was downstairs, so she had no choice but to head down first.

At that moment, Zhou Manhua spoke up again, "Sister Huan, hurry up, what are you waiting for! I want to expose her true colors right now! Niake, remember to take pictures as evidence."

"What do you think you're doing? Don't come closer!" Rage surged within Jiang Yunmiao's chest. With wide, fixed eyes staring at them, she clutched her lower abdomen tightly and backed away step by step.

"We just want to see if your belly is real or fake, if you'd just cooperate it would be over." Chen Niake raised her phone, aiming the camera lens at Jiang Yunmiao.

Sister Huan and Chen Niake pressed closely after her, refusing to give an inch, until they reached the stairway landing, where Sister Huan finally grabbed hold of her.

Chen Niake's eyes shone with excitement. "Sister Huan, quick, pull up her clothes!"

Unfortunately, Jiang Yunmiao was wearing a woolen sweater dress, making it rather difficult to manage.

As she continued to struggle while trying to edge her way down the stairs, Sister Huan felt a sense of danger and grew somewhat apprehensive.

Chen Niake urged, "Sister Huan, what are you afraid of? She's not pregnant at all! Her belly is completely fake!"

With that, she grabbed Jiang Yunmiao's right hand while Sister Huan seized her left, pinning Jiang Yunmiao against the staircase railing and almost completely immobilizing her.

"Quickly, Sister Huan!" This was the absolute best opportunity. Chen Niake's heart hammered wildly with excitement, bright sparks of triumph flashing in her eyes. Once Jiang Yunmiao's crime was exposed beyond doubt, the spot by Duan Yixiao's side would be hers!

Sister Huan leaned forward slightly and grabbed the hem of Jiang Yunmiao's dress, preparing to lift it. Just as the fabric was about to reveal her abdomen, Jiang Yunmiao suddenly struggled with all her might.

Sister Huan and Chen Niake tried to hold on, but failed to secure her, watching helplessly as she tumbled down the stairs.

Panic washed over Sister Huan entirely. "President... President Jiang, are you alright?"

Chen Niake's expression froze as a trace of panic flickered through her heart. But recalling immediately that Jiang Yunmiao was merely faking her pregnancy, she figured that even if she fell, it was only a few steps of the staircase; nothing serious could possibly happen.

"Jiang Yunmiao, you're the one who insisted on struggling and caused yourself to fall. This has nothing to do with us!" she said, adopting an aloof and superior posture as she looked down from above.

By this time, Zhou Manhua had also leaned on her cane and reached the top of the stairs, a look of utter disdain on her face. "What are you playing at, lying on the floor pretending! Sister Huan, go down there and lift her clothes." Jiang Yunmiao lying right there on the ground presented the perfect opportunity.

Sister Huan was somewhat cowardly, her gaze shrinking back timidly.

Yet Chen Niake pulled her down the stairs.

Meanwhile, a look of agonizing pain washed over Jiang Yunmiao's face. Clutching her lower abdomen, her voice became low and tremulous, as though she could no longer form a complete sentence.

"I... I'm so... so hurt, quickly... quickly help me call an ambulance!" She clenched her teeth tightly, her entire body curling inward into a tight ball.

"Still acting! Why didn't I ever realize your acting skills were this good?" Zhou Manhua's aged face was full of meanness, her words exceptionally venomous.

Yet the moment her words finished falling, she noticed bright red liquid beginning to seep out from beneath Jiang Yunmiao...

Sister Huan grew so terrified that her legs turned to jelly, and with a deathly pale complexion, she collapsed limply onto the floor. "Blood... blood... could President Jiang be having a miscarriage?"

It's over! It's all over!

Chen Niake was equally dumbfounded, cold sweat instantly beading on her forehead. As her body staggered backward, her waist slammed against the railing. Her thin lips quivered. "How... how could this happen?"