After Becoming the Mother of the Scumbag Stand-In Female Lead - Chapter 129

When Si Mu saw Sheng Yunjin being wheeled into the emergency room, she could barely detect any signs of breathing. She didn’t dare to dwell on what that might mean.

Yunjin will be fine…

She has to be fine…

This thought kept Si Mu going.

She will be fine.

Yet, only her bl00d-stained hand, trembling slightly at her side, betrayed her inner turmoil.

Lowering her gaze and pressing her lips tightly together, Si Mu tried to steady herself.

Her pale, slender fingers were so stiff she could barely move them. With red-rimmed eyes, she clenched her fists so hard that her nails left deep crescent marks in her palms.

“President Si, we’ve brought him.”

Behind her, two bodyguards firmly restrained Zhang Lanyou.

He showed no trace of panic—instead, his face bore a deranged grin.

To him, it was the smile of victory.

He had won.

Against Sheng Yunjin, he had finally won.

The most crucial victory of all.

How could he not be elated?

A syringe, still stained with traces of a clear liquid, was handed to Si Mu by one of the bodyguards. Staring at the bl00d on the needle, she asked in a low voice,

“What did you inject into Yunjin?”

Slowly shifting his gaze from the red emergency light above the door, Zhang Lanyou grinned.

“Something that’ll send her straight to hell—”

“Ah!”

Before he could finish, Si Mu drove a dagger straight through his right shoulder.

His white suit jacket was instantly splattered with bl00d. Meeting Zhang Lanyou’s horrified stare, Si Mu remained expressionless as she pushed the blade deeper into his flesh.

Bl00d gushed out, and Zhang Lanyou nearly passed out from the pain.

“Even if you kill me… you still won’t save Sheng Yunjin…”

“Hahahaha… My worthless life… in exchange for the Young Miss of the Sheng family… What a bargain!”

Gritting his teeth, he reveled in his twisted triumph.

He had never planned to live beyond today.

As long as Sheng Yunjin died and shattered Sheng Mingzhao’s hopes, he would be satisfied.

“You vile beast!”

Sheng Mingzhao arrived just in time to hear Zhang Lanyou’s words.

His chest heaved violently as, supported by Butler Li, he staggered toward Zhang Lanyou.

His sickly pale face was contorted with fury.

Grabbing Zhang Lanyou by the collar, Sheng Mingzhao growled,

“If anything happens to Yunjin, you and your mother will both pay with your lives!”

Staring at Sheng Mingzhao’s aged, weakened face, Zhang Lanyou suddenly burst into laughter.

“I’m a beast? Then what does that make you, the one who sired me?”

“Pay with our lives? Fine by me! My mother and I are already living like the dead anyway!”

Spitting the words through clenched teeth, Zhang Lanyou suddenly turned his gaze to Si Mu.

She had released him the moment Sheng Mingzhao arrived, her expression numb as she stared at the emergency room doors.

“Want to know what was in that syringe?”

His words made Si Mu glance over, though her eyes remained cold and restrained.

“Then ask our esteemed Chairman Sheng. Ask him if he remembers how his wife died all those years ago?”

The moment his mocking words landed, Sheng Mingzhao froze—before fury and devastation crashed over him like a tidal wave.

“You injected Yunjin with Propylamine, didn’t you? You monster!”

He gripped Zhang Lanyou’s neck with a deathly force, his eyes bulging with such fury that even the nearby bodyguards were terrified.

“…Yes…ha…hahaha…”

Despite the veins popping on his forehead from the choking, Zhang Lanyou still found immense satisfaction in laughing at Sheng Mingzhao’s agitated state.

Look, this is the devoted Chairman Sheng.

Even after over twenty years, even though he’s never lacked women by his side, the moment it’s mentioned, the one he cares about most is still his long-deceased wife.

Sheng Mingzhao’s reaction intensified the unease in Si Mu’s heart. She approached Butler Li, barely maintaining her composure beneath the panic that was becoming impossible to conceal.

“What…what kind of medicine is that?”

Si Mu had never known what effect this drug would have on Sheng Yunjin.

Butler Li’s face turned completely pale upon hearing Zhang Lanyou’s words. He looked at the anxious Si Mu beside him, then spoke softly with reluctance.

“Propylamine is a common specialized drug used during surgeries… Back then, Madam… passed away on the operating table due to an allergic reaction…”

Years ago, Ming Ruohua suffered massive postpartum hemorrhaging after giving birth to Sheng Yunjin. The attending physician, in a moment of negligence, mistakenly administered propylamine—a drug Ming Ruohua was allergic to—during the surgery, leading to her death on the table.

And Sheng Yunjin had inherited the same drug allergy.

Due to Sheng Mingzhao’s fury and the taboo surrounding the incident at the time, very few people knew about it.

Moreover, Sheng Yunjin had always been in good health, rarely falling ill over the years, so those privy to the truth were even fewer.

Boom…

The last shred of rationality collapsed. All color drained from Si Mu’s face.

Her blurred vision focused on the still-lit red light above the operating room door. Slowly, she leaned against the wall, struggling to support her nearly failing body.

Sheng Yunjin’s magic couldn’t heal physical ailments.

This had always been the case, in both her past life and now.

So what about this hereditary allergy…?

Could it be…?

The image of Sheng Yunjin trembling and coughing up bl00d flashed before her eyes again. Si Mu didn’t dare to think further…

Zhang Lanyou was now barely clinging to life under Sheng Mingzhao’s grip. He collapsed onto the floor in a wretched state, but even the excruciating pain in his lungs and neck couldn’t suppress the triumph and glee in his eyes.

How wonderful.

Sheng Yunjin would soon meet her mother in the same way.

And so would he.

Finally, through his own efforts, he had earned the same treatment as the Sheng family’s young mistress.

The same… fate of death.

…

Three hours later.

The lights in the emergency room dimmed.

The rescue couldn’t be called a success, but neither was it a complete failure.

Sheng Yunjin remained in a coma.

The doctor said her breathing had stopped the moment she entered the operating room, yet her heart continued to beat—albeit at an agonizingly slow pace.

The drug had caused her bl00d vessels to rupture, and multiple organs were failing.

Strangely, her heart—the most vital organ—still persisted in its rhythmic pulse.

But beyond that, she showed no other signs of life.

In other words, the current Sheng Yunjin was no different from a corpse.

Upon hearing the news, Sheng Mingzhao collapsed from the overwhelming emotional shock.

Only Si Mu remained, gazing at Sheng Yunjin lying on the hospital bed before slowly sinking to her knees in tears.

That beautiful face had never looked so pale before. As Si Mu stared at her, her heart ached so intensely she could barely hold herself together.

Gently resting her head on Sheng Yunjin’s chest, Si Mu closed her eyes and softly wept upon hearing the faint heartbeat.

There must be a way to wake Yunjin.

Si Mu firmly believed this, as if giving herself a reason to keep going.

The magic within her must still have some effect.

…

When Lin Xiaoyu arrived at the hospital several hours later, chaos had already erupted online due to the sudden incident on set. Many netizens had seen the circulating footage.

News reports titled “Sheng Yunjin Attacked by Obsessive Fan, Vomits Bl00d and Falls Unconscious” flooded the internet, while crowds of fans gathered outside Qingguo Entertainment’s headquarters.

Everyone wanted to know Sheng Yunjin’s condition.

But when Lin Xiaoyu saw Yunjin lying lifeless on the hospital bed with her own eyes, she broke down, covering her mouth as tears fell.

That was Sheng Yunjin…

Her closest friend since childhood…

The one who had always supported her unconditionally…

The same Sheng Yunjin who would risk everything to help and protect her…

Someone with such powerful magic that she could defeat ghosts with just a flick of her fingers…

Why…

Lin Xiaoyu had never imagined this day would come.

In her heart, Sheng Yunjin had always been like an omnipotent fairy…

Pushing open the hospital room door, she slowly approached the bed.

On the other side, Si Mu sat quietly with her head bowed, holding one of Sheng Yunjin’s hands in her palm—as if trying to warm her with her own body heat.

Turning her head to hold back tears, Lin Xiaoyu wiped the traces from her cheeks.

“What about Zhang Lanyou? Was he sent to the police? Will he get the death penalty?”

If not, Lin Xiaoyu was determined to have someone end him herself.

Gently massaging Yunjin’s fingers, Si Mu gazed at her peaceful sleeping face and whispered,

“He’s atoning.”

“What?”

Lin Xiaoyu didn’t understand at first.

But Si Mu had already lowered her eyes, offering no further response.

Before his execution in prison, he should suffer the same pain and torment.

Si Mu’s eyes were icy and filled with bitter hatred.

She still remembered how Yunjin had cried out her name in agony while in her arms.

Trembling, she had told Si Mu:

“It hurts so much.”

Her Yunjin had never been in such pain before.

Even minor bumps would make her pout and whine to Si Mu—she couldn’t imagine what unbearable suffering Yunjin had endured then.

Shoulders shaking, Si Mu silently wept with her head bowed.

Overwhelming regret and heartache threatened to consume her entirely…

…

Online, discussions about Sheng Yunjin dominated every platform. Having hidden in her bedroom all afternoon, Si Ying finally showed her first genuine smile in a long time.

She kept refreshing the news, repeatedly watching videos of Sheng Yunjin collapsing and vomiting bl00d.

Netizens speculated endlessly about Yunjin’s condition.

Yet no one dared openly suggest she might die.

They didn’t dare guess—but Si Ying knew for certain.

That was the same drug that had killed Sheng Yunjin’s mother in mere moments.

With the same hereditary allergic reaction now appearing, Sheng Yunjin couldn’t possibly survive.

And…

Nearly five hours had passed without any word from Zhang Lanyou—likely meaning the Sheng family had already apprehended him.

His capture only confirmed his mission’s success.

He succeeded.

Si Ying was genuinely happy for him.

And for herself as well.

Her infatuated gaze traced Si Mu’s face in the video over and over again. Watching her nervous, worried expression because of Sheng Yunjin, Si Ying silently comforted herself in her heart.

It’s okay.

Sheng Yunjin was already dead.

No matter how much Aunt Si Mu loved her, how long could she keep loving a dead person?

A few months?

Or a few years?

It didn’t matter.

Si Ying had the patience to wait.

“Xiao Ying… Xiao Ying, could you open the door?”

Outside, Wu Tang’s knocking suddenly sounded.

Si Ying snapped out of her thoughts and paused the video on her phone screen.

As the bedroom door opened, Wu Tang’s half-raised hand froze mid-knock before slowly lowering.

She looked at Si Ying’s calm, gentle face.

“Come downstairs for dinner. Auntie made your favorite dishes.”

But Si Ying didn’t respond immediately. She silently studied Wu Tang’s face before speaking slowly.

“I want to break up with you.”