Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 49

Ling Xi was still pondering whether the term “sister” referred to Song Lian or the biological sister she had never met.

The woman stood up and gave Ling Xi a once-over.

“Bringing the whole family along, huh?” Song Lian sneered, her gaze blocked by Song Yi.

This wasn’t her first time meeting Ling Xi.

She had seen Ling Xi many years ago.

Their exchange lasted only a few words. After that, Song Yi ignored her sister and led Ling Xi upstairs by the hand.

“So that was…” Inside the elevator, Ling Xi pressed closer to Song Yi, still tense.

“Song Lian. My sister. But… not for much longer.”

“Don’t be afraid of her. First, we’ll cut her off from the Song family—remove one of her advantages.” Song Yi stroked Ling Xi’s cheek.

Even if her goal in exposing Song Lian’s true identity was simply to eliminate Fu Youyou completely.

Still, it would be a good thing if the shareholders lost interest in this sudden heir who was trying to make a name for herself.

Ling Xi took a deep breath to calm herself. “What did the drug administration say? Is there a new drug under review?”

“Still investigating. But if Mu Xunzhi is going through official channels, it’ll be hard to stop her that way.”

“Look on the bright side, sweetheart. If they really are preparing as I suspect, once Mu Xunzhi and Song Lian disappear together, only Mu Xie will be left. She should be easier to handle.” Song Yi reassured Ling Xi.

Ling Xi remained silent, holding onto her earlier thoughts as she wrapped her arms around Song Yi.

The meeting Ling Xi needed to attend was in the afternoon.

At noon, Ling Xi met Song Yi’s biological sister.

“I like Teacher Song so much that I’ve been restraining myself day and night, not wanting to scare you.” Could this be the reason Song Yi had kept it hidden?

“You…” Song Yi was left speechless by Ling Xi’s bold audacity.

“Fine. Maybe in Teacher Song’s eyes, I really am a restless, naughty child.” Ling Xi unfastened Song Yi’s collar.

“This naughty child wants to behave well now, begging for Teacher Song’s mercy. Will Teacher Song allow it?” She playfully poked the tip of Song Yi’s breast.

Song Yi couldn’t hold back her reaction. A moan escaped her lips, her expression as gentle as ever, but her wetness stained Ling Xi’s skirt.

“Teacher Song… You’re not behaving either. You’ve ruined my clothes…”

Ling Xi teased Song Yi, taking her hand and placing it on the dampened hem.

“I didn’t…” Song Yi touched the wet fabric and recoiled as if shocked.

“What about here?” Ling Xi pressed her fingertips to Song Yi’s palm, drawing slow circles.

She watched Song Yi’s aroused reaction.

The sharp, authoritative demeanor of the strict teacher had completely melted away.

Her entire aura was gradually shifting into that of the beloved wife Ling Xi adored.

“Is this your… wife?” The woman was nearly forty, but perhaps because she had grown up in an ordinary family and never faced high society, she couldn’t help but feel awkward around Song Yi.

“Yes. Xiao Xi, this is my biological sister, Wen Yuzhou. Yuzhou, this is my wife, Ling Xi.”

Song Yi introduced them, and they exchanged polite greetings.

“Xiao Xi just graduated from university, right?” Wen Yuzhou looked at Ling Xi, unable to hide her amazement.

She had never known she had a sister.

And after reuniting, she never imagined this sister would be over a decade younger than her.

The age gap between them was almost a whole generation.

Her classmate’s child was about the same age as Lingxi.

Lingxi nodded, feeling rather embarrassed.

She had already guessed what Wen Yuzhou was about to say.

But in the end, Wen Yuzhou didn’t voice those words.

After they finished eating, Wen Yuzhou finally spoke to Song Yi.

“Xiao Yi, I still have no intention of returning to the Song family. I’m doing well in my own small family. Though we may lack materially, our child is grown now, and my wife and I don’t chase after worldly possessions. For us, going back to the Song family and dealing with all those scheming people would only disrupt our lives.”

“It’s your decision,” Song Yi nodded. “Not going back is fine too. If you ever need anything in the future—like schooling for your grandchildren—you can reach out to me. The gifts for your mother and the others are here.”

“…Thank you.” Wen Yuzhou let out a sigh of relief.

She had been afraid that Song Yi would take a hard stance, that the Song family might have some rule forcing her to return.

Truthfully, such rules did exist. But Song Yi, holding a high position, could counterbalance them and set her own rules.

Finding her biological sister wasn’t for any ulterior motive.

On the business side, it could help her take down Fu Youyou and Song Lian.

Emotionally, she was simply curious about what her real sister was like. The latter was also why she had brought Lingxi along.

Deep down, Song Yi still yearned for familial bonds.

But fate had other plans—her mother had somehow provoked Mu Xunzhi, and her father was a social-climbing opportunist.

As for the sister who should have been close to her, they had been estranged shortly after birth… and she wasn’t even her real sister.

Now that she had finally found her real sister, and Wen Yuzhou turned out to be a kind, well-adjusted person, Song Yi simply wanted to connect with her more.

Wen Yuzhou was undoubtedly outstanding—an A-class Omega, currently serving as a director in their company.

A director under forty was far from what anyone could call “lacking.”

“It’s nothing. Finding you wasn’t about forcing you back to the Song family. But… Yuzhou, I do need your help in testifying about something.”

Wen Yuzhou had already guessed as much. She sighed. “As long as I can return to my normal life after helping you, that’s fine.”

“I promise you.” Song Yi spoke those words with utmost solemnity.

After the meal, the three of them chatted for a while.

Though most of the time, it was Wen Yuzhou asking Lingxi about work like an elder.

Before parting, Wen Yuzhou even introduced her daughter to Lingxi.

“My daughter is still preparing for her college entrance exams. She’ll likely come to Yanjing for university. If possible, could you look out for her?”

“Of course. I’ll introduce her to some seniors when the time comes.” Lingxi added her as a friend, silently marveling to herself.

Song Yi’s sister’s daughter was already an adult.

Meanwhile, she and Song Yi didn’t even have a child yet.

“You’d better. If you break your word this time, I’ll at least… ignore you for three days. I’ll go back to my own place and won’t even open the door for you.” Lingxi pinched Song Yi’s nose as a playful threat.

That was indeed a serious threat. “There won’t be a next time.”

This time, Song Yi had truly learned her lesson—she wouldn’t dare hide anything from Lingxi again.

Besides, they were already close enough that she no longer needed to scheme ways to get closer to her.

“Oh, I have to ask.” Only after sitting down at the table did Lingxi remember.

“Song Yi, is there anything else you’re keeping from me?”

Song Yi turned her gaze to meet Ling Xi’s eyes.

Ling Xi’s heartbeat gradually quickened the longer their eyes remained locked.

“…Yes.” Song Yi closed her eyes and finally spoke.

“What is it?” Ling Xi faintly sensed something.

“How many more days do I need to stay in Beijing?” Wen Yuzhou asked as they parted.

She didn’t live in Beijing—this trip was solely at Song Yi’s invitation, with all travel expenses covered by her.

Song Yi checked her calendar. “No more than three days. Winter break is coming up—aren’t you taking Little Wenwen out to relax?”

“Planning to bring her to tour some universities in Beijing. After the Spring Festival, maybe. I’ll reach out then.”

Back at the company, Ling Xi spotted Mu Xie on the first floor, chasing after Song Lian.

Just as Song Yi had planned.

Mu Xie happened to glance toward the entrance at the same time.

The moment their eyes met, Mu Xie’s breath stilled.

But in an instant, Ling Xi averted her gaze, refusing to acknowledge Mu Xie any further.

Mu Xie’s grip on the documents tightened.

Was what she felt for Ling Xi now… hatred?

Then why did her chest still ache so much?

Would Ling Xi… have preferred to be with her instead?

“Just making sure you don’t change your mind and go pining after that S-rank girl again,” Song Lian remarked, watching Mu Xie’s expression with satisfaction.

“Why… why would she hide her pheromone level?” Mu Xie let herself be led away by Song Lian, her heart hollow and gnawed by pain.

“Who knows? Maybe she deliberately wanted to get close to you, to lure you into ruin. Mu Xie, you said she was the only one who ever treated you well before. Doesn’t that strike you as odd? You had no prior connection—why would she be kind to you?”

In the mouth of someone like Song Lian, who had joined the Tiancan organization, people were always assumed to be inherently wicked.

Mu Xie closed her eyes. Why couldn’t she bring herself to believe it?

She was ushered into the conference room by Song Lian.

Recognizing some of the familiar shareholders and former executives inside, Mu Xie realized this meeting might not be as straightforward as it seemed.

Until she saw the very person who had just made her heart ache, standing there.

Ling Xi entered alongside Song Yi, both taking their seats at the head of the table.

—Of course, Ling Xi was seated on Song Yi’s lap, cradled in her arms.

One conservative shareholder still couldn’t stomach their intimacy and cleared his throat pointedly.

Only then did Ling Xi find a proper seat beside Song Yi.

“Everyone here?” The moment her wife left her embrace, Song Yi switched back to work mode, her presence instantly intensifying.

Even Ling Xi, sitting beside her, felt too intimidated to speak.

“Song Dongming hasn’t arrived yet,” one of Song Yi’s aligned shareholders spoke up.

As murmurs spread through the room, most assuming Song Yi would proceed without delay, she tossed the laser pointer aside. “Fine. We’ll wait.”

She wanted the shareholders to see just how long this man intended to keep them waiting.

Five minutes passed. Ling Xi, now less tense, quietly reached for Song Yi’s hand, intending to whisper in her ear.

Song Yi turned her head—only for Ling Xi to kiss her cheek instead.

“Why’d you turn like that? I can find your ear just fine,” Ling Xi murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Wanted to look at you.” Song Yi didn’t bother hiding it.

Bringing Ling Xi here, especially in front of Mu Xie, was her way of declaring to everyone that she was Ling Xi’s wife—and Mu Xie was nothing but a delusional loser.

It was meant to quash all those rumors about engagements and forced marriages.

“Were you looking at Mu Xie earlier?” Song Yi’s voice was equally soft.

At least soft enough that even her secretary, standing right beside her, couldn’t hear.

“I just glanced at it.” Ling Xi had other plans but hadn’t decided whether to tell Song Yi yet.

If she did, Song Yi would surely be furious and try to stop her.

She knew that person. She also knew about her past with Yun Fengzhi.

So from the very beginning, Tan Nijun had never intended to confess her feelings to Yun Fengzhi.

She knew she couldn’t win.

After sending Ling Xi off to work as usual, Song Yi let out a long sigh before heading to the suburban villa by car.

Apart from Song Shizhen, Song Dongming’s branch of the family had already been expelled from the Song household due to the baby-swapping incident.

Song Yi took the opportunity to reorganize the family. Now, the Song family stood united, eliminating any possibility of being undermined by Song Lian.

Only Fu Youyou’s matter remained unresolved.

Song Yi was going today to settle some things.

Fu Youyou had been locked up here for a week.

When he saw the door open and the electricity restored, there was no joy on his face.

Who else but Song Yi could open this door?

“Only a week, and you’re already this resentful?” Song Yi didn’t enter the room where he was confined. Instead, she looked down at him through the glass.

“Back then… you locked me up for a whole month.”

“Fu Youyou. You schemed your way into my mother’s bed and into the Song family. Surely, you didn’t just want to ruin her child, did you?”

With that, Song Yi slightly lowered the glass window, opened a water bottle, and poured it down without hesitation.

Five more minutes passed. The shareholders grew impatient, their frustration with Song Dongming reaching its peak when the secretary suddenly approached and whispered something to Song Yi.

“Seems like we can’t wait any longer. Let’s begin.” Song Yi returned to her composed demeanor, her casual remark nearly sealing Song Dongming’s fate.

Two minutes into her speech, Song Dongming pushed open the conference room door.

Judging by his expression, there wasn’t a trace of panic—he strolled in as if taking a leisurely walk.

Everyone in the room turned to look at him in unison.

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” one previously undecided shareholder couldn’t help but mock.

It was then that Song Dongming realized he’d been tricked.

The simplest scheme—just delaying his meeting time by half an hour.

Song Yi, familiar with his habits, had only made the others wait ten minutes.

All to stage this scene where he arrived late after the meeting had already begun.

After all, he wasn’t the heir and had never weathered such storms.

But he remembered the meeting time—it was Song Shizhen who had informed him.

Could it be…?

Yet Song Shizhen hadn’t arrived either. Song Dongming glanced around before lowering his head and taking a seat.

Without Fu Youyou here, he had no ability to improvise.

Song Yi barely spared him a glance before continuing her speech.

“Song Dongming. The deadline is approaching. Since you’re so late today, I assume your report is impeccably prepared?” After finishing her part, Song Yi tossed the floor to him.

Song Dongming forced himself to adjust. With feigned confidence, he stepped forward and began.

“My report on the project is as follows…”

“To be fair, Dongming’s preparation for this project isn’t bad.”

A shareholder aligned with Song Dongming chimed in to help smooth things over.

Discussions broke out here and there.

Song Yi remained silent before exchanging a glance with Song Shizhen.

“What does everyone think about entrusting next quarter’s development to my younger brother, Song Dongming?”

Song Dongming hadn’t even noticed when Song Shizhen had entered the room.

He was momentarily surprised, but since Song Shizhen was on his side, he quickly relaxed without giving it further thought.

“I’ve also prepared plans for the group’s future development.” Seizing the opportunity, he continued to dominate the podium.

“I plan to collaborate with Miss Song Lian on a series of promotional campaigns…”

Song Yi sat lazily nearby, her posture utterly relaxed.

It was as if Song Dongming’s words—including the deliberately emphasized “Miss”—posed no threat to her whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Song Lian watched Song Yi’s demeanor from below, narrowing her eyes.

Something felt off.

Song Yi was too quiet. Admittedly, a single quarter’s plan wouldn’t threaten her position as chairwoman.

But not putting up any resistance at all? That didn’t seem like Song Yi’s style.

Yet Song Dongming had already laid out his proposal.

Unable to intervene now, Song Lian could only smile and let him finish before taking the stage with Mu Xie.

She picked up where Song Dongming left off, presenting the latter half of the development plan.

She outlined the key points, leaving the details to Mu Xie—who, of course, had memorized his script—to ensure the shareholders remembered him.

“Brilliant ideas. What does everyone think? The Song sisters each have their strengths. Now that Song Lian has returned, having her contribute to the group isn’t a bad thing, is it?” A shareholder aligned with Song Dongming sighed in relief.

“Are your future projects confidential?” Ling Xi suddenly interjected, cutting off the others’ responses.

Some shareholders frowned at her, but Song Yi’s protective stance was unmistakable—they couldn’t even reprimand Ling Xi.

“Quite confidential. Why?” Song Yi replied, seemingly surprised Ling Xi had spoken up.

Onstage, Song Lian’s heart sank.

“Then… isn’t it inappropriate to let an outsider handle confidential projects?” Ling Xi played the part of a spoiled, ignorant socialite perfectly.

She hadn’t come to the shareholders’ meeting to seize power or assist Song Yi—only to stir trouble.

“Don’t speak out of turn, Ling Xi. Even as the chairwoman’s wife, you can’t just blurt things out,” someone snapped from the audience.

“Oh? Didn’t you know? Song Lian isn’t even a Song—she was swapped at birth by Fu Youyou… Oops, was I not supposed to say that?”

Ling Xi acted as if she’d accidentally let slip a secret, covering her mouth while Song Yi patted her head indulgently.

“Ling Xi, don’t interrupt others.” She didn’t correct the statement.

The room erupted.

They’ve been played. Song Lian clenched her fists.

Now she understood why Song Yi had brought Ling Xi.

Ling Xi wasn’t a Song—making an exception to bring her into the meeting, then openly embracing her earlier—all to lull them into complacency.

To make everyone assume Ling Xi was harmless, just a clingy newlywed tagging along.

And to have her drop the bombshell at the perfect moment.

It was convincing, and it left Song Lian, Song Dongming, and Song Shizhen unable to retaliate—after all, Ling Xi wasn’t a Song, just Song Yi’s doting wife. Missteps were expected.

Masterful.

Song Lian refused to believe Ling Xi was truly this brash.

The likelier scenario? The two had orchestrated this performance from the start.

Song Lian met Song Yi’s gaze.

The faint amusement in those eyes sent a chill down her spine.

The enemy Mu Xunzhi was about to face was anything but simple.

Mu Xie didn’t understand the situation, yet she was astonished by Ling Xi’s words.

She turned to look at Song Lian, but her dear mother had no time to acknowledge her bewilderment.

The room below had descended into chaos, with several shareholders locked in heated arguments.

Song Yi waited two minutes before restoring order.

“Enough. If my sister has the capability, there’s no harm in letting her lead the next project. After all, the baby-switching incident wasn’t her fault.”

The implication was clear—Song Lian’s position in the Song family would be protected.

“Chairman Song is truly magnanimous,” said a shareholder who had just criticized Song Lian, wiping sweat from his brow.

The corner of Song Lian’s mouth twitched, unable to comprehend Song Yi’s intentions.

“But…Song Dongming. Dare you claim complete ignorance of Fu Youyou’s actions?” Song Yi turned her spear toward Song Dongming.

A single glance sent the already panicked Song Dongming stumbling, nearly collapsing to the floor.

He’d endured too much today—how could he possibly remain composed?

“You’ve been close with Fu Youyou. Now that Song Lian has returned home, you were the first to support her. You’re likely a beneficiary, perhaps even a participant?” Song Yi’s words cut like knives.

Each verbal slash left Song Dongming on the verge of tears.

Song Lian managed to maintain some composure. “Do you have any evidence, little sister?”

Song Yi’s eyes curved in a smile that didn’t reach her heart.

Song Shizhen, who had been sitting quietly, stepped forward and projected a PowerPoint presentation. “I have evidence.”

Accompanied by the smell of urine, Song Dongming collapsed onto the floor.

Song Yi couldn’t bear to look, instructing her secretary to call the janitor.

“It seems Song Dongming is indeed involved. Why else would he be so guilty?”

“No…no! This is all a setup! You—you deliberately made me late!” Song Dongming made a last-ditch effort.

“Me? You were late on your own, yet you shift the blame to me. You do have some nerve.”

Song Yi wasn’t provoked, merely letting out a derisive laugh.

Even those who had originally sided with Song Dongming couldn’t stomach it anymore, secretly trying to contact Fu Youyou.

He opened his phone, only to find his messages wouldn’t send.

Looking up, he met Song Yi’s smiling eyes and dropped his phone in fright.

On stage, Song Shizhen displayed surveillance footage, witness testimonies, and physical evidence—all proving Song Dongming had collaborated with Fu Youyou to switch the two newborns that night.

Song Lian had been right about one thing.

Now Ling Xi stood in the light, living a glamorous life on the surface.

But they had once been the same! Both had defective glands and inferior ranks.

They should have lived together in the gutters, keeping each other warm.

Why had Ling Xi betrayed them?

Why had Ling Xi hidden her pheromone level?

Perhaps Mu Xie’s gaze was too intense. Ling Xi couldn’t help but glance sideways at her.

Their eyes met for the second time that day. And Mu Xie found that this alone was enough—it satisfied her.

Ling Xi had merely looked at her, completely casually.

Mu Xie knew she wasn’t quite normal.

A moment later, she noticed Ling Xi’s fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, as if sending a signal to someone.

The entire conference room was focused on Song Yi’s explanation.

Only Mu Xie was watching Ling Xi.

Ling Xi was leaving her a message!

Mu Xie instantly perked up, deciphering Ling Xi’s movements.

Her despondent mother didn’t have the energy to pay her any attention either.

After watching for a while, Mu Xie finally understood.

Ling Xi was saying: I’ll wait for you downstairs after this is over.