Chapter 5 If she likes to eat cake, then let her eat it.
Chapter 5 If she likes to eat cake, then let her eat it.
How could Song Qiao possibly be qualified to stand alongside Lu Mingxuan? He returned from studying abroad and became the best doctor here, while she, once a top student, became a full-time mother.
Most importantly, with her marriage in such a state, it's no wonder Lu Mingxuan would laugh at her.
Song Qiao really wanted to stop and say "sorry" to Lu Mingxuan, but she was afraid of causing him trouble, so she put on her helmet and rode away.
In the end, Song Qiao decided not to tell Lu Mingxuan. She couldn't let him interfere in her affairs. Jiang Ming was a complete scoundrel, and what if he got involved?
Song Qiao rode her electric scooter and quickly disappeared into the traffic.
Lu Mingxuan stood in the courtyard, Song Qiao still on his mind all these years.
Although he knew she had married Jiang Ming, he still wanted to tell her that it was he who saved her from the pond behind the school that year, not Jiang Ming who rushed there.
The time he saved Song Qiao, he overheard Song Qiao and Jiang Ming making plans to meet by the pond behind the school. However, Jiang Ming was held up by Zhao Xiaoya. Lu Mingxuan felt something was amiss, so he went to the back of the school to find out what was going on.
As a result, Song Qiao was pushed into the water. Now that I think about it, it must have been Zhao Xiaoya who hired someone to do it.
Lu Mingxuan arrived just in time. Song Qiao had almost drowned, so he jumped in and saved her. Just then, Jiang Ming arrived.
Song Qiao burst into tears upon seeing Jiang Ming, completely unaware that the man, whose clothes were soaked through, was her savior.
Seeing Song Qiao being held by Jiang Ming, crying uncontrollably, he had no choice but to leave.
Song Qiao was the school beauty since high school. Not only was she good-looking, but her family also owned a company.
At that time, her father Song Jianguo's company was just starting out, and Lu Mingxuan asked her father to help her classmate's father more, so that the hospital could buy the necessary equipment from her father's company.
Song Qiao was unaware of these things until he went abroad.
He secretly liked her until she and Jiang Ming went to university in the same city.
What about him? He went to the capital, and their contact decreased after that, until he went abroad according to his father's wishes.
How has Song Qiao been all these years? Thinking back to six years ago when he saw Jiang Ming accompanying a woman to a prenatal checkup at the hospital, he wondered if he was overthinking things.
Later, he heard from his classmates that Jiang Ming had taken over Song Qiao's father's company. As for the woman who was pregnant and going for a prenatal checkup, she was wearing a mask and had her back to him, so Lu Mingxuan never knew who she was.
I wonder how Song Qiao has been these past five years? Has Jiang Ming been cherishing her?
Lu Mingxuan didn't want to know, but he also wanted to know. He decided to have a good talk with Song Qiao when he had the chance. After thinking about this, he stepped into the hospital building.
When Song Qiao returned home, she saw that Jiang Xiaoran was still asleep. She went to her bedside and nudged her hard, saying, "Ranran, wake up! See what Mom bought for you!"
Jiang Xiaoran loves cake the most. In her previous life, I was afraid she would gain weight, so I didn't dare let her eat too much. In this life, I will grant her wish and cater to her taste.
Song Qiao put a quarter of the medicine in the water she drank. She checked online and found that this dosage would not harm her body, but it would definitely help her sleep.
Sure enough, Jiang Xiaoran opened her eyes, looked at Song Qiao, saw the cake in her hand, and sat up with surprise in her eyes: "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me eat cake?"
"It was Mom's fault. If you like to eat it in the future, Mom will buy it for you."
Song Qiao pulled Jiang Xiaoran out of bed and carried the cake to the living room.
Jiang Xiaoran opened the cake box and looked at Song Qiao for the first time, asking, "Mom, do you want some?"
With just this one sentence, Song Qiao's desire for revenge began to waver: She was still a child, an innocent child, should he continue to take revenge on her?
She knew that once Jiang Xiaoran started eating, there wouldn't be much cake left. It was because Jiang Xiaoran had no limits on her eating that she was controlling her.
"Ranran, you can't eat the whole cake, just eat half!"
As soon as Song Qiao finished speaking, Jiang Xiaoran stood up, grabbed a cushion from the sofa, and threw it at her: "Bad mom, when Dad comes back I'm going to tell him you hit me!"
Song Qiao looked at the five-year-old child in front of her and suddenly laughed in exasperation.
Forget it, this sapling can't be straightened anyway, let it be.
Song Qiao didn't even bother to look at her and went to the kitchen to cook.
It will be Jiang Ming's time to get off work in a little while. In order not to let him find out anything, she has to continue to take care of this family.
As she was picking vegetables, the keyhole of the security door became slightly loose. Song Qiao glanced at it but pretended not to hear it and continued picking vegetables.
Jiang Ming slowly opened the door and saw Song Qiao busy in the kitchen, while his daughter ate cake in the living room.
He didn't go to the kitchen to greet Song Qiao, but instead sat down on the sofa next to his daughter: "Ranran, who bought you the cake?"
"My mom!"
Jiang Xiaoran only calls her "Mom" when she's happy; otherwise, she calls her "stinky mom" or "bad mom." Song Qiao listened intently, somewhat surprised.
"Eat less, you've gained weight recently."
Song Qiao agreed with what Jiang Ming said; Jiang Xiaoran has a tendency to gain weight easily and a slow metabolism.
"No, I want to eat!"
Jiang Xiaoran didn't want Jiang Ming to interfere with her, and retorted unhappily.
"Okay, stop eating. Daddy promises to take you out to play this weekend!"
Seeing that her mouth was smeared with cake, Jiang Ming couldn't help himself and snatched the spoon from her hand.
Jiang Xiaoran is afraid of Jiang Ming. Although he doesn't usually pay much attention to her, she is afraid when he gets angry. But the reason Jiang Ming gets angry is always because he is dissatisfied with Song Qiao.
"Are you going with Aunt Zhang?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ming glanced at the kitchen and reminded him, "Shh! Keep your voice down."
Then, he took the cake box from Jiang Xiaoran's hand, put it down, and pulled her into the bedroom.
Song Qiao decided to listen to what they were saying, so she tiptoed from the kitchen to the living room and quietly approached Jiang Xiaoran's bedroom door.
"Didn't I tell you? Don't mention Aunt Zhang at home anymore. If you don't listen, Aunt Zhang won't buy you any more clothes."
"Dad, when will Aunt Zhang become my mom? I don't want this mom anymore. She's always controlling me and makes me study."
Song Qiao just wanted to hear how Jiang Ming educated her good-for-nothing daughter.
In her previous life, she racked her brains trying to cultivate Jiang Xiaoran into a successful person, which made her an object of dislike from both sides. In this life, she will not only stop forcing her to study, but she will also let her play to her heart's content, as long as she doesn't set the house on fire and affect her.
"Shh! What nonsense are you talking about? Have you forgotten what Dad and Aunt Zhang told you?"
Song Qiao gritted her teeth; it turned out that her family met frequently.
Inside the room, after Jiang Ming and Jiang Xiaoran had a secret conversation, a voice came from inside: "Remember, we're not going on a trip this weekend, we're going to Grandpa and Grandma's house."
"I see!"
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao hurried back to the kitchen.
After Jiang Ming led Jiang Xiaoran out of the kitchen, he asked, "Is the food ready? I've been back for ages, why didn't you call to let me know?"
Song Qiao thought to herself: Who are you? You really think you're something special? Once you leave my dad's company, you're just a penniless nobody.
"I was busy, I didn't see it!"
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