"What evidence can you give me?"
Guo Qiaoqiao had calmed down by now, convinced that Su Qiao could do nothing to them.
Su Qiao gave her a nasty smile and said, "Guo Qiaoqiao, your father has been dead for more than half a year, and your mother has never remarried. So, where did the three-month-old fetus in her belly come from?"
As soon as Su Qiao said this, everyone's eyes suddenly fell on Yang Yue'e's belly.
"What?"
"Fetus? Still more than three months old?"
"Impossible?"
Yang Yue'e was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. Because she had always lived a good life, she did not look old at all. Instead, she had a kind of charm that a country girl did not have.
It is now March or April, and the heavy coats have been taken off. Yang Yue'e is now wearing a light rose-red jacket suitable for late spring and early summer.
If you don't look carefully, you really can't see anything.
"You... you are talking nonsense. You little bitch, how dare you throw dirty water on me? I will tear you apart."
Yang Yue'e didn't know whether she was feeling guilty or angry and embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were almost blazing with fire as she stared at Su Qiao.
Old Lady Liu pulled her granddaughter behind her, her eyes wide open with anger, as if she was going to eat Yang Yue'e: "How dare you!"
"You are a shameless bitch. You stole the junk from the wild man and did such a dirty and shameless thing. You polluted my Qiao'er's eyes, and you still have the nerve to scream here."
Liu Chunfang didn't react until this time. She looked at Su Qiao with red eyes: "Qiao'er, your father and her are really..."
Su Qiao frowned slightly, somewhat annoyed by her cowardice.
"Mom, this kind of man has never protected you once, and has never felt sorry for you once. It's not worth being sad for him."
Liu Chunfang's eyes were filled with sorrow. She lowered her head and wiped away her tears: "Mom didn't... Mom just... just felt a little sad."
It turned out...it turned out that her husband suddenly wanted to divorce her because he had another woman outside.
And she's even pregnant, so all she has to do is make room for that woman.
She had given in and tolerated for so many years, but ended up with such an outcome. She... She felt really bad.
Su Qiao patted her shoulder helplessly: "Don't be sad, it's better not to have a man like this."
Then she suggested, "Old village chief, whether she is pregnant or not, we can find out by asking Granny Li to take a look."
"If you still don't believe it, you can go to the town health center. No one will doubt the doctor's words, right?"
Yang Yue'e's face suddenly turned pale and she held her daughter's hand tightly.
Guo Qiaoqiao's heart skipped a beat and she immediately understood something.
She bit her lip and took a deep breath: "Su Qiao, even if my mother is pregnant, it doesn't prove that it's your father's."
"Haha, you said it's not my dad's?"
Su Qiao is like a hunter who slowly forces his prey to jump into a trap.
"Okay, since the child is not my father's, then please call out the biological father of the child in her belly."
"I want to see which other man in the village she hooked up with besides my dad."
"I wonder if the woman in that family would be as gentle as us if she knew about this."
As Su Qiao spoke, he glanced meaningfully at the villagers who were watching.
This caused many village women to become nervous, and they began to look at Yang Yue'e with unfriendly eyes.
Who would want their man to have an affair with a woman like Yang Yue'e
Seeing that the effect was achieved, Su Qiao's gaze fell on Yang Yue'e and her daughter again: