Jiang Qiaoqiao lived a glorious life, only to be killed by her own mother and adopted daughter on her fortieth birthday. Her three brothers helped dismember and bury her remains.
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Jiang Qiaoqiao ignored them, looked away, and pulled the curtain between the two hospital beds closed.
She was worried that Peng Cuiying and Jiang Yong'an's appearance would upset Lin Xiaohui. "Mom, why don't you take a nap first, so you don't have to see those nasty people?"
Lin Xiaohui held Jiang Qiaoqiao's hand and said, "Okay, Mom will sleep for a while."
When Yang Jianguo heard Peng Cuiying and Jiang Yong'an speaking to Jiang Qiaoqiao in that commanding tone, his face darkened.
He couldn't help but clench his fists.
Even now that things have come to this, this mother and son are still so arrogant and bossy towards Qiaoqiao. It's clear how much Qiaoqiao has been bullied by the Jiang family these past two years!
Jiang Qiaoqiao noticed Yang Jianguo's anger, tugged at his sleeve, and shook her head at him, "Brother, don't be impulsive. It's not worth it for them."
Yang Jianguo said in a muffled voice, "I know, I just hate myself."
Yang Jianguo clenched his fists so tightly they cracked. It was all his fault for being useless. Otherwise, his sister wouldn't have gone back to the Jiang family for two hundred yuan and wouldn't have suffered so much injustice there.
Jiang Qiaoqiao was about to comfort Yang Jianguo.
After Jiang Yong'an helped Peng Cuiying lie down on the hospital bed, he noticed that Jiang Qiaoqiao not only didn't come to take care of her, but also drew the curtain between the two beds.
Enraged, she flung open the curtain. "Jiang Qiaoqiao, are you deaf or blind? Can't you see Mom's headache? Come and take care of her right now!"
Jiang Qiaoqiao was too lazy to even argue with him.
He said directly to the nurse who came in, "Nurse, the family members in the next bed are too noisy. We request to change rooms."
The nurse had assumed that Jiang Qiaoqiao and Jiang Yong'an were related. Since the whole family was arguing in the same room, even if there were hospital rules, she couldn't interfere.
But after Jiang Qiaoqiao said that, she couldn't just ignore it.
The nurse, with a stern face, snapped, "Family member of bed 11, what are you shouting about? This is a hospital, not your home. If you disturb other patients' rest and affect their treatment, you'll be held responsible!"
Jiang Yong'an was somewhat annoyed by the nurse's scolding, but he lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and glared at Jiang Qiaoqiao, saying, "Jiang Qiaoqiao, what do you mean? Mom had a headache, and you didn't even come to take care of her. Are you trying to rebel?"
Jiang Qiaoqiao gave him a cold look. "Sorry, I'm taking care of my own mother right now. As for yours, that's none of my business!"
“You…” Jiang Yong’an pointed at Jiang Qiaoqiao through gritted teeth in anger.
Just then, Jiang Jiahua, who had gone to pay Peng Cuiying's bill, returned.
He was also somewhat surprised to see Jiang Qiaoqiao.
He then turned his stern gaze to Jiang Yong'an, who was pointing at Jiang Qiaoqiao with a cold stare, and said, "Third Brother Jiang, what are you doing? Look at your fierce appearance. Is this the attitude a brother should have towards his sister?"
Jiang Yong'an angrily withdrew his hand from Jiang Qiaoqiao and said irritably, "It's her fault for being unfilial. Mom is in so much pain, and she won't even come to take care of her! She even said some arrogant things, saying that Mom is my mom, not her mom!"
She used to take care of Mom when she had headaches; she knew best how to alleviate Mom's pain.
Jiang Jiahua's face darkened further. "How dare you say that! Qiaoqiao took care of your mother when she was unwell. We are both your children, what were you doing? Your mother and I raised you both single-handedly, while Qiaoqiao didn't even grow up in our family. Why do you push all the responsibility of taking care of your mother onto Qiaoqiao?"
Jiang Yong'an felt a little guilty and said in a low voice, "We're not trying to shift the blame onto her. Isn't she the best at taking care of her? Besides, Mom is in so much pain right now, she should at least help take care of her first, or at least give her a massage to ease the pain!"
Jiang Jiahua kicked Jiang Yong'an in the calf, "You good-for-nothing, shut up!"
"Ouch, ouch..." Peng Cuiying, lying on the hospital bed, clutched her head and wailed again, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, I'm going to die..."
Jiang Jiahua's expression also changed.
He knew how painful it was for Peng Cuiying when her headaches flared up.
He forced a smile and approached Jiang Qiaoqiao with a fawning expression. "Qiaoqiao, Dad knows that Mom and Dad neglected you and weren't good to you before. It's understandable that you resent and hate Mom and Dad. But your mother did give birth to you, and this migraine is a result of not taking proper care of herself during her postpartum period. Look how much pain she's in. Why don't you... give her a massage?"
Jiang Qiaoqiao found Jiang Jiahua's words amusing.
They'll say anything to exploit her.
She knew from her past life that Peng Cuiying suffered from migraines because Jiang Yiran had pneumonia when she was a child.
At that time, in order to bring down Jiang Yiran's fever, Peng Cuiying stayed by her side for a week without sleep, wiping her body. After that, she developed a migraine problem.
This is also one of the important events that Peng Cuiying used to show that she loves her daughter and does not favor boys over girls, and even many people in the family compound know about it.
Jiang Jiahua actually managed to pin this on someone who was taken away right after birth.
Jiang Qiaoqiao curled her lips into a cold laugh. "Director Jiang, you flatter me too much. Madam Jiang's illness was clearly caused by taking care of her daughter day and night. I don't have the face to ask Madam Jiang to take care of me. So, Madam Jiang, if you need care now, you should go find your good daughter. She's in this hospital right now!"
"What's wrong with Ranran?"
As soon as Jiang Qiaoqiao finished speaking, Jiang Yong'an immediately took two steps forward nervously and asked, "Did you do something to Ranran? How could you..."
Jiang Qiaoqiao's disgusted gaze swept over Jiang Yong'an.
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