Chapter 115 Dogs Fighting Dogs 1 Mouth Hair
Chapter 115 Dogs Fighting Dogs 1 Mouth Hair
"Jiang Ming, you really dare to ask for that? I'll give you four hundred million? Or I'll give you the company? This company was built by my father. It's surnamed Qiao, not Jiang! You better remember, you know where the money that can't be found in the accounts went."
Song Qiao knew that Jiang Ming was lying to her; he hadn't gone to the company at all, and if he had, the security guards would have notified Zhang Yao.
She quickly turned on her home security camera.
Song Qiao noticed that Zhao Xiaoya was still sitting on the sofa, questioning Jiang Xiaoran about the matter.
The surveillance camera's audio was exceptionally clear this time: "Jiang Ming! I don't care, you better make her bring Ranran back to me right now! Otherwise, I'm not finished with you!"
Jiang Ming, who usually acted arrogantly in front of her, was now all smiles.
“I asked her, but she wouldn’t tell me where she sent Ranran. She said she was the mother and had the right to make the decision.”
Jiang Ming put his arm around Zhao Xiaoya's shoulder and continued to coax her, "Song Qiao doesn't know she's Ranran's biological mother yet, she won't hurt her, don't worry."
"It's all your fault! I told you to divorce her quickly, but you wouldn't. Now look what's happened, she's using my daughter against me. My Ranran, why is your life so miserable!"
At this moment, Zhao Xiaoya, half coquettish and half stern, gave Jiang Ming a good beating.
Song Qiao gritted her teeth and stared at the shameless couple.
"Alright! Song Qiao is disciplining Ranran like her own daughter. Why don't we just hand Ranran over to her? This child can't be left unattended; she's too domineering!"
When Zhao Xiaoya heard Jiang Ming say that Jiang Xiaoran was domineering, she immediately became unhappy: "She's your own daughter, what's wrong with her being a little domineering?"
Zhao Xiaoya usually taught Jiang Xiaoran to go against Song Qiao. At this moment, Zhang Dalan, who came out of Jiang Xiaoran's room, spoke up.
"Alright, stop arguing. I asked Song Qiao, and she said that school isn't a juvenile detention center, it's just a boarding school. Song Qiao has always been good to Ranran all these years, she wouldn't harm her, so don't worry."
It seems the warmth of that gold bracelet is still lingering; for the first time, Zhang Dalan is on Song Qiao's side.
Hearing Zhang Dalan speak up for Song Qiao, Zhao Xiaoya stood up from the sofa in anger, pointed at her and threatened, "I don't care, if Ranran suffers any injustice outside, I'll not only settle accounts with Song Qiao, I'll settle accounts with you too!"
At this moment, Zhao Xiaoya seemed like a completely different person; her usual virtuous and gentle nature had vanished.
Zhang Dalan was also angry because she didn't expect Zhao Xiaoya to talk like that: "You raised such a good daughter. If she hadn't hit someone, would Song Qiao have sent her away?"
Zhang Dalan's words seemed to have hurt Zhao Xiaoya, who cried and confronted her: "Now that the child is gone, are you finally able to have some peace and quiet? Can you take over her bed now?"
Normally, when Jiang Xiaoran gets angry, she kicks Zhang Dalan out of her room, and she has complained about this to Zhao Xiaoya.
"Zhao Xiaoya, don't forget, this isn't your home. My son and Song Qiao aren't divorced yet."
The two stood in the living room, looking ready to fight at any moment. Zhao Xiaoya pointed her finger at Zhang Dalan's nose and said defiantly, "How dare you say that? If you hadn't helped Ranran fight, would Song Qiao have been so angry that she sent her away?"
Zhang Dalan would never admit to this: "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't you know what your child looks like? You're so good to me, dumping the child on me while you hide far away and enjoy your retirement!"
Song Qiao watched the scene of dogs fighting and getting all messy, and felt an indescribable joy in her heart.
The two continued arguing.
"Alright! Look at you two? What are you doing? Fighting amongst yourselves? What we need to do now is work together to get Song Qiao's money and take over her company."
Seeing Jiang Ming's anger, Zhang Dalan's tone softened: "Son, I am Ranran's biological grandmother. What Xiaoya said is too unfair to me."
Zhao Xiaoya wasn't buying Zhang Dalan's act. She glared at her and said, "I don't care. If you don't find your child today, you'd better give me back the gold bracelet that Song Qiao bought for you today."
Song Qiao almost laughed when she heard Zhao Xiaoya's voice; it turned out her real purpose was the gold bracelet.
"I won't give it to you. This is a birthday present from Song Qiao."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaoya stood up and said, "Song Qiao, Song Qiao, all you know is Song Qiao. I am Jiang Xiaoran's mother, and I will be the one living with your son in the future."
Song Qiao's teeth ached from clenching them so much. It was rare to see Zhao Xiaoya so brazenly claim to have usurped someone else's place.
Song Qiao, holding her phone, was stunned when she saw the camera in the video. She walked over, took off the bracelet she had bought for Zhang Dalan, put it on her wrist, and even held it up to look at it.
Zhang Dalan tried to grab it, but Jiang Ming stopped her: "Xiaoya is in a bad mood, so just let her wear it for a few days."
Song Qiao laughed, put his phone away, and Lu Mingxuan looked at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at Zhang Dalan, she deserves it, she brought it on herself. I've served her well all these years, but she's always causing trouble for me. Now that she's in Zhao Xiaoya's hands, she's nothing but a piece of trash."
"Qiaoqiao, will you divorce Jiang Ming once your uncle wakes up?"
Lu Mingxuan was concerned about when Song Qiao would divorce Jiang Ming.
"I will divorce Jiang Ming as long as my father can wake up and get the money back from him."
Lu Mingxuan reached out and took her hand: "I'll wait for you!"
After an hour and forty minutes of driving, we arrived at the juvenile correctional school.
The car stopped at the gate, and Song Qiao took out her phone and called Wen Zhang.
"Hey! Instructor Wen, I've arrived."
At that moment, Instructor Wen and two female teachers were in the room watching Jiang Xiaoran.
She was sitting on the floor, crying hysterically. The room was filled with things she had destroyed, and the blankets on the bed were thrown on the floor.
The article stood there, looking completely helpless. Of all the children who had come to this school, none had been as stubborn as Jiang Xiaoran.
The article glanced at Jiang Xiaoran and said, "Jiang Xiaoran, behave yourself, your mother is here."
After receiving Song Qiao's call, Wen Zhang left the room with those words.
When Jiang Xiaoran, who was sitting on the ground, heard that her mother was coming, she immediately got up and ran outside, but was caught by two female teachers behind her.
"You can't go out; your mother will be here in a little while."
The two female teachers knew that if she went out, it would be troublesome if she got lost.
"Let me go, or my mother will beat you to death."
In Jiang Xiaoran's mind, Song Qiao didn't want her anymore, and the one who came this time must be Zhao Xiaoya.
Jiang Xiaoran was held by the two children and couldn't move. She started spitting at them, but the two covered their faces and still didn't let go.
"Mom! Please come and save Ranran! They're going to beat me to death!"
At this moment, Wen Zhang, who had just arrived at the main entrance, saw Song Qiao and Lu Mingxuan walking in and hurriedly asked, "Who is this...?"
"My friend!" Song Qiao introduced him briefly, and Lu Mingxuan quickly went over to greet him, "Instructor Wen! Hello!"
The article quickly explained, "Hello! I had no choice but to call you here so late."
Then he looked at Song Qiao and said, "How about I return the money to you and you take her back? This child is too difficult to manage. She's fearless and bites anyone she catches. Two teachers have already been bitten by her."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao glanced at Lu Mingxuan and said, "Let's go inside and take a look first."
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