Chapter 39: 39. Those who demean themselves will eventually be dealt with by heaven!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall turned strange. Everyone looked dumbfounded, exchanging speechless glances, unsure of whom to trust. Even the normally irascible Chen Heihu was filled with uncertainty, his gaze shifting back and forth between Lin Fan and Su Mengqing.

Yuan Youwei also fell silent, biting her lip. She naturally trusted Lin Fan completely, but there was no evidence to expose the shamelessness of Su Mengqing and her friend. The hatred was almost palpable!

Just then, Lin Fan, who had been silent for a long while, finally spoke, his voice heavy. “Su Mengqing, can you touch your heart and say you didn’t know your Su Family’s rise was built on my mother’s work?”

A thick, self-mocking sneer appeared on his lips as he slowly shook his head. “Then again, what conscience would heartless beasts like you have?”

“I truly regret it. I never should have stepped in. I should have waited for those hundred-plus men to defile you to death!”

“Hmph, enough, Lin Fan. Are you still trying to play the hero?” Su Mengqing’s expression flickered as she scoffed and turned her head away.

Not to be outdone, Yang Tingting pointed at Lin Fan and shot back harshly, “Wasn’t it because you killed Young Master Chen’s beloved dog that he holds a grudge against you? Wasn’t it you who leaked the recipe last night, causing the Su Family’s stock price to fluctuate? And the most laughable part is, you can’t produce a shred of evidence, yet you still have the gall to claim the recipe came from your mother?”

After a long, heavy silence, Lin Fan’s cheeks tensed as he gave a furious laugh. “You’re right. I can’t produce any evidence that the recipes came from my mother.”

“Then why did you two come to the memorial hall last night, pressuring me for the formulation?”

Yang Tingting’s eyes darted nervously, but she lifted her pointed chin and shrieked, “Th-that’s because the Su Family trusted you enough to let you safeguard our ancestral recipe!”

Caught off guard by the question, Su Mengqing felt her face burn. She stiffened her neck and yelled back, “That’s right! If the Old Master hadn’t taken pity on you and your mother and taken you in, where would you be today? You two ungrateful wretches would have been homeless, dead in some gutter!”

“If you tell too many lies, eventually they stop adding up,” Lin Fan sneered again, his gaze now filled with utter disgust. “I, Lin Fan, worked for the Su Family for four years as a mere handyman at the pharmaceutical factory. What qualifications did I have to be entrusted with the core trade secrets of Su Pharmaceutical?”

“Or are you saying, Director Su, that while you publicly treated me with disdain and called me a worthless slacker, you secretly held great expectations for me?”

As his words fell, the room went quiet. A moment later, several people couldn’t hold back their snickers, which quickly turned into outright laughter. No one was a fool. If the Su Family truly valued Lin Fan, he wouldn’t have been a mere factory handyman for four years. Furthermore, who would entrust their core trade secrets to a good-for-nothing layabout?

“You’re just trying to change the subject, Lin Fan! You still can’t produce any evidence!” Yang Tingting was left red-faced and speechless.

Su Mengqing, however, grew enraged with humiliation and shrieked viciously. Her previously cold and beautiful face twisted into a monstrous mask, like that of a malevolent spirit. “If you have it, then show your proof today! Make me, Su Mengqing, a total laughingstock!” she screamed hysterically, on the verge of a complete breakdown.

“Mr. Shen Wenqing and his fellow patients have come to pay their respects to Mrs. Lin and to thank Doctor Lin for saving their lives!”

The next moment, a loud voice rang out from the doorway. Following the announcement, a group of elderly people dressed in black solemnly entered the memorial hall.

At this sight, Su Mengqing’s entire body jolted, her expression changing drastically! Among the newcomers was Director Shen, a major client of Su Pharmaceutical!

“Su Mengqing, how do you have the face to stand before Mrs. Lin’s memorial?” As expected, Director Shen and the others were momentarily stunned as they looked toward the side hall. He bypassed the crowd and strode over to the trembling Su Mengqing, sneering with contempt. “Nearly all of your company’s orders were secured by Mrs. Lin. Now that she’s passed away, you finally remember to come put on a hypocritical performance?”

What? All of Su Pharmaceutical’s orders came from Lin Fan’s mother? The faces of everyone present changed at his words.

This man was no small figure either. He was the head of the Yunhai Pharmaceutical Group from the neighboring province, known as the Medicine King of Yuncheng. His father, Shen Wenqing, was a titan of the Yuncheng business world, though he had not been seen in public for many years after suffering a serious illness. No one could have imagined that Lin Suxin—the woman Su Mengqing had dismissed as a mere “clinic physician”—had actually saved Shen Wenqing’s life. Even more shocking, he had been moved enough to bring other influential figures saved by Lin Suxin to personally pay their respects!

Instantly, the gazes of Mr. Wang Sr. and the others fell upon Su Mengqing’s face, their expressions turning utterly glacial.

“Wh-who are you? Our Director Su doesn’t know you at all!” Su Mengqing bit her lip and said nothing, turning her head away, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. Yang Tingting, trembling, bluffed with a fierce exterior as she snapped at Director Shen. They were in too deep now to back down. They absolutely could not admit defeat, let alone acknowledge his words!

“Incredible,” Director Shen chuckled, thoroughly amused. “This morning, you were crying on the phone, begging me not to cancel our orders. Now you’re pretending you don’t know me?”

He turned and beckoned to someone in his group. A haggard, middle-aged man came forward. He was still wearing a uniform with “Su Pharmaceutical Factory” printed on it. “Director Su, don’t blame me for jumping ship. Your mother, Zhang Meili, pushed me too far. She demanded I alter the Injury Ointment Prescription to cut costs! She said if I couldn’t do it, I should just get lost!”

He was none other than the factory’s veteran pharmacist, Old Song!

“That recipe came from the hands of Divine Doctor Lin herself! What right do I, Old Song, have to dare alter it?” Old Song sighed, looking hopefully at Director Shen. “Luckily, I heard Director Shen was coming to pay respects to Mrs. Lin, so I sought him out. He valued my skills and offered me a position at Yunhai Group immediately.” As he spoke, a hint of resentment crept into his voice, which grew louder.

Gritting his teeth, Old Song ripped off his factory uniform and threw it down in front of Su Mengqing and Yang Tingting. “Director Su, it’s true. My skills aren’t good enough to work in a grand temple like the Su Family. So, I’ll see myself out!”

“You… you treacherous turncoat! You’re just like Lin Fan—a heartless, ungrateful wretch!” Yang Tingting was about to go mad. She pointed at Old Song, her face contorted with rage as she screamed abuse.

Su Mengqing’s face flushed crimson. She closed her eyes tightly, her breathing ragged and chaotic.

“Su Mengqing, you can pretend you don’t know me, but surely you recognize your own pharmacist?”

Hearing Director Shen’s mocking tone, Su Mengqing hung her head and wept silently, consumed by shame and fury.

Lin Fan was right. She had told too many lies, and now there was no way to make them add up. It was over. Everything was over. Not only had she been exposed in public, but the Su Family’s desperate situation was now laid bare for all to see!

Was this really my fault? Why? Why is everyone doing this to me?

“Liar! Filthy liar! And you have the nerve to call yourself the new queen of medicine? I spit on you!”

“Director Shen, you came just in time! Otherwise, we would have been completely fooled by these two wretches!”

“I’ve never in my life seen such shameless, despicable trash!”

Her nails dug so deep into her palms that they broke the skin, drawing trickles of blood. But the tsunami of angry curses and accusations drowned out everything else. Su Mengqing’s heart turned to ash. She felt completely numb, unable to even register the pain.

SLAP!

A sharp, stinging pain erupted on her cheek. Su Mengqing’s eyes flew open in fury, meeting the half-smiling gaze of Yuan Youwei.

“Su Mengqing, Yang Tingting. You wanted evidence, didn’t you? Are you satisfied now?”

Su Mengqing hung her head, wishing she could find a crack in the floor to crawl into. Yang Tingting shrank back, not daring to make a peep.

“Lin Fan might not have had evidence, but heaven has a way of dealing with despicable people!” Yuan Youwei’s red lips curled into a triumphant smile, her words filled with pure, unadulterated glee. “You wanted to become a laughingstock? Congratulations, you’ve finally succeeded!”

“The Yuan family doesn’t welcome trash like you. And you are certainly not permitted to set foot in Mrs. Lin’s memorial hall!” She pointed a finger toward the door. “Get out! And do exactly as Lin Fan said. Crawl on your knees all the way to the road outside. Not a single step less!”

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