Because of the pain, he coughed softly several times, forcibly suppressing the pain in his heart.

She had a frail body and beautiful eyes, but her expression was cold, completely at odds with her personality.

After a long pause, he raised his head.

This was the first time she had looked at Meng Qingyue.

Where is my daughter?

Seeing Qiao Mingzhu in such a sickly state, she felt an uncontrollable arrogance, as if her achievements had not been completely destroyed by Tang Yaoyao, and looked down at her with the air of a victor.

He said dismissively, "I gave her ashes to Qiao Yong. If he's still alive, you should ask her."

Snap—

A hard slap landed on her face.

Meng Qingyue never expected that someone in her current state would dare to slap her.

This slap was not light; it seemed to unleash all the anger that had been building up inside, using all the strength in the body.

Meng Qingyue wanted to retaliate, but as soon as she raised her hand, she heard her say, "This slap is for myself."

She paused, then said, "On my way here, I chose two paths for your daughter. Would you like to hear them?"

Meng Qingyue did not respond directly, remaining silent with her eyes filled with arrogance.

"After you go to prison, I will marry her off to Master Qin of Tianjin."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Women in Tianjin would avoid Master Qin at all costs.

He was not only lame, but also old and ugly. He had two wives, both of whom were abused by him to the point of suicide.

He was sentenced to prison and has only been out for three years. Even though he is extremely wealthy, no one dares to marry their daughter to him because of his sexual addiction, which is something that most women cannot tolerate.

Liao Mengyao's marriage to him was undoubtedly a plunge into hell, a fate worse than death.

Even the fortune teller said that Master Qin was destined to lack a woman, and anyone who got close to him would either die or be injured.

Meng Qingyue's eyes widened suddenly: "You're willing to do that?"

No matter what, in her heart, she was her biological daughter for twenty years.

Qiao Mingzhu didn't answer her sentimental question at all, and instead held out her hand, revealing a bottle of white medicine in her palm.

“This is what you left outside before you went into the study. You used this bottle of medicine to harm Qiao Yong. Now, I’m returning it to you.”

Meng Qingyue watched her retreating figure, then looked at the poison in her hand.

Although she didn't specify the second option, she already understood.

Oh.

This seemingly weak and harmless woman actually wanted her to take matters into her own hands and kill her own daughter.

When it comes to ruthlessness, no one in this room can lose.

Then, Qiao Mingzhu took a few steps back before looking at Qiao Yanzhi, her eyes filled with tears: "Sister, if Qiao Yongruo can... survive, she can come back to apologize. Whether she forgives me or not, I won't interfere."

Qiao Yanzhi moved her lips, but didn't know what to say.

Does she not hate Qiao Yong?

Forgive him only because he was schemed against by the two sisters and Meng Qingyue due to their grudges.

She can't do it right now.

Even if she put herself in his shoes, if she were Qiao Yong back then, she might have made the same choice.

That's just how people are; they can never truly understand what has happened to others.

He was grateful to Qiao Yong for loving her sister so much, but he could not forgive him for concealing Meng Qingyue's existence, at least not in the short term.

Qiao Mingzhu turned and left, feeling as if a thousand pounds were beneath her feet.

Fu Jiang then ordered his men to take Meng Qingyue away.

Then, he stood up, taking his wife and daughter with him. This time, his voice held a touch of warmth: "Let's go home."

...

An hour later, we returned to the old house.

Liao Mengyao has already been brought back by Jiang Ci.