Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 188: You’re So Calculating

"Qingya is my wife—the woman I, Fei Jin, properly married and vowed to protect for the rest of my life. I won’t allow anyone to say a single bad word about her! You claim to be so concerned about Cheng Lu, but have you ever considered that what you’re saying right now is just sowing discord?"

"As for what Song Chenglu did, the organization will conduct its own investigation. I suggest you watch yourself!"

Yang Meiling was stunned by his ice-cold tone.

She subconsciously took half a step back.

"Mr. Yang, since you’re so intent on fighting for Cheng Lu, why don’t you go ask her yourself?"

Song Qingya began to speak slowly.

"By the way, I just came from the detention center."

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, a hint of coldness entering her tone.

"As for Cheng Lu right now... I doubt she can see any visitors."

At the words "detention center," the color instantly drained from Yang Meiling’s face.

"Also,"

Song Qingya’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word was crystal clear.

"The moment you open your mouth, you claim someone was framed. Where’s your proof?"

She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze fixed on Yang Meiling.

"Surely you don’t think a few bits of gossip you heard are more accurate than a police investigation?"

"You..."

Yang Meiling was rendered speechless, her face flushing red as fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Brother Ajin..."

She turned her gaze back to Fei Jin, her voice choked with emotion.

"I know you might not believe me right now, but you know my feelings for you better than anyone."

"Back then, if it weren’t for me..."

She brought up the time she had saved him.

Watching her put on this act, Song Qingya found it utterly ridiculous.

Using a life-saving favor as a bargaining chip—she was certainly playing her cards well.

When Yang Meiling saw that Fei Jin still had no intention of speaking up for her, she grew anxious.

She quickly continued.

"Brother Ajin, I’m not asking for anything else."

"I know you’re married, and I truly wish you both well."

"I just want to fulfill one dream. I want to work at the hospital and use my skills to save people."

She looked up at Fei Jin, her eyes full of pleading.

"This is very important to me!"

"Just for the sake of our past, can’t you help me this one time?"

Song Qingya crossed her arms and watched coldly, a sneer playing on her lips.

"Yang Meiling, you really are a schemer."

"You want to work at the hospital?"

She raised her voice slightly, a mocking tone lacing her words.

"I seem to recall someone breaking up with Ajin without a second thought, just to stay at the big city hospital."

"When Ajin was injured and hospitalized, where were you?"

"You didn’t even make a single phone call!"

"Now that you see he’s recovered and has a high position, you want to come back?"

"And you’re using that old favor as an excuse to force him to give you special treatment?"

She was relentless, her words coming one after another, tearing away every last one of the other woman’s pretenses.

"Even ’thick-skinned’ isn’t enough to describe you."

"’Utterly shameless’—that’s the perfect phrase for people like you."

Yang Meiling’s face was ashen, and she froze on the spot.

"You... You’re talking nonsense!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

She finally managed to force out the words, her voice dry and hoarse, thick with panic.

Fei Jin squeezed Song Qingya’s hand tightly, their fingers intertwined. The warmth from her palm seemed to make his voice even steadier.

"Hospital matters are now under Qingya’s authority."

"If she says no, then the answer is no."

"I trust her, and I support her."

With just a few words, his stance was made perfectly clear, leaving no room for negotiation.

Yang Meiling trembled with anger. She blurted out, her voice so shrill it was almost distorted.

"Good! Good for you, supporting her!"

"Song Qingya, don’t get cocky! You’re only acting this way because you have Ajin protecting you!"

She glared viciously at Song Qingya.

"You think I can’t see right through you? The only reason you won’t let me in is that you’re afraid I’ll take your precious position!"

"You’d do anything to become the dean! Suppressing others, pushing out your colleagues—let’s see how long you can hold on to that seat!"

As she listened to the shrill accusations, Song Qingya’s lips slowly curled into a smile.

"Suppressing?"

"Mr. Yang, are you perhaps overestimating your own importance?"

"Are the ’skills’ you speak of your ability to dredge up the past and use tricks to threaten the organization?"

She tilted her head slightly, a strand of hair swaying, and met Yang Meiling’s flushed face with a cold gaze.

"As for the dean’s position, even if I wanted it, it’s not your place to be pointing fingers."

"If you have this much free time to shout at me, you’d be better off thinking about how you ended up in this situation."

Yang Meiling was so enraged by these words that she trembled and raised her hand to slap her.

But just as she was about to swing, an icy gaze swept over her.

Her hand froze in mid-air. In the end, she didn’t dare bring it down and could only withdraw it awkwardly.

"What? Thinking of getting physical?"

Song Qingya said lightly.

"Mr. Yang, I must remind you. This is the main compound, not a place for you to throw a tantrum."

"If you continue this unreasonable behavior, I won’t hesitate to call the security department to escort you out."

"When that happens, don’t blame anyone for not stopping you when you’ve utterly disgraced yourself."

At that moment, Fei Jin took a step forward, firmly shielding Song Qingya behind him.

"Yang Meiling."

His voice was low, but it carried a warning that could not be ignored.

"My patience is wearing thin."

"Now, leave immediately."

Yang Meiling’s hands were clenched into tight fists, and she felt as if her chest was about to explode with frustration.

"Song Qingya, you just wait! The dean’s chair isn’t that easy to hold on to!"

She seethed through gritted teeth.

"I will never let you get your way!"

After spitting out these words, she couldn’t stay a moment longer and stumbled away.

Song Qingya frowned and couldn’t help but mutter to herself.

"Dean Yuan hasn’t even retired yet, and she’s already got her eyes on his position."

Dean Yuan was a diligent worker with an excellent reputation. His retirement was a matter for the higher-ups to decide.

For Yang Meiling to jump out so impatiently clearly showed she wanted to get a head start on everyone else.

It was truly baffling.

Song Qingya shook her head slightly, a derisive smile playing on her lips.

This kind of short-sighted, opportunistic behavior wouldn’t win her any points; on the contrary, it would only reveal her true character.

Fei Jin took her hand and turned his head to look at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile as he spoke in a low voice.

"It seems this Regimental Commander is quite popular. All sorts of people want to come and try their luck."

He had witnessed the entire scene.

First there was Qi Yuanyuan, and now Yang Meiling.

Each one had dirtier intentions than the last.

A flicker of disdain crossed Fei Jin’s eyes.

His teasing made Song Qingya’s lips curve into a smile, and the strange frustration in her heart eased considerably.

It was probably the pregnancy. Her emotions were always up and down, and she couldn’t seem to settle down.

She raised a hand to gently caress her slightly showing belly, and a wave of tenderness washed over her.

"Come on, let’s go inside."

Fei Jin sensed the change in her mood, put his arm around her shoulder, and they went into the house together.

The light inside was a warm yellow, the curtains were drawn, and the faint scent of lavender drifted through the air.

It was a scent Song Qingya liked, one that helped calm her nerves.

Fei Jin helped her sit down on the sofa and lowered the air conditioner by half a degree.

"Do you want to lie down for a bit?"

He poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her.

"Okay."

Song Qingya took the glass of water and nodded lightly.

She really was tired.

That war of words, while it seemed she had the upper hand, had actually drained her mentally and physically.

In the afternoon, she slowly opened her eyes. She could faintly hear the sounds of voices, footsteps, and the soft opening and closing of a door.

These were normal sounds, but today they seemed unusually frequent.