Qiao Wanwan quickly turned her head away, avoiding his burning gaze.

"Wanwan," Zhan Jingting persisted, "you haven't had a proper conversation with me in a long time."

"I have nothing to say to you," Qiao Wanwan said coldly.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. The most important thing right now is Cheng Zaozao. I just hope you won't worry too much about her."

"I know what I'm doing," Qiao Wanwan said, standing up. "I'll go check on Zaozao."

The hospital quickly conducted tissue typing for Zheng Hong and her daughter, but unfortunately, neither of them was a match.

Qiao Wanwan's heart suddenly panicked again; she couldn't eat or sleep.

"Wanwan, don't worry, there's still Zaozao's dad, right? Maybe he'll be a good match for her." Zheng Hong brought her a bowl of steaming sweet potato noodles. "Now that you've married such a rich husband, what is there to worry about?"

Qiao Wanwan frowned slightly and slowly turned her head to look at her.

Zheng Hong, oblivious to Qiao Wanwan's displeasure, continued, "Wanwan, Mom wants to discuss something with you. You're living such a good life now, you should at least help Xiaoxiao out. She's studying in our small county town, where she doesn't learn much and doesn't see much of the world. Could you ask your husband to arrange for her to study in the capital, and live and eat at your house?"

Qiao Wanwan laughed immediately, "Are you kidding me?"

“How could your mother joke with you?” Zheng Hong said seriously. “Your mother is very serious.”

Qiao Wanwan was speechless for a moment. She rubbed her throbbing forehead before slowly saying, "Zaozao is also your biological daughter. She is lying in the ICU with her life hanging in the balance, yet you are ignoring her so casually and paving the way for your younger daughter?"

Zheng Hong was a little embarrassed. "Wanwan, you can't say that. I haven't seen Zaozao for so many years, so naturally my feelings for her aren't as deep as they are for Xiaoxiao..."

"So you know you haven't seen Zaozao for years?" Qiao Wanwan was furious. "In all these years, have you fulfilled your duties as a mother even for a single day? Have you even come to see Zaozao once? You ran away after giving birth to her. Do you know how many times she's been on the verge of death to live to this day!"

"Do you know that when she was suffering from the pain of her illness, she kept calling for her mother? But where were you at that time?" Qiao Wanwan tried to control her emotions, but she couldn't. "You came here for matching this time, although it was for money, I still felt some gratitude towards you. I also hoped that you could give me some warmth as soon as possible. But I was wrong. You have never changed. You are still the same selfish person!"

Zheng Hong's face changed from pale to flushed, and she said with dissatisfaction, "Wanwan, I'm still your mother, how can you talk to me like that?"

"Who told you you're my mother?" Qiao Wanwan said coldly. "I'm not your daughter, and I don't want to be your daughter. The only connection I have with you is Zaozao. Since you don't want her, I have nothing to do with you anymore. Take your money and get out!"

Zheng Hong was stunned for a moment, then her tone suddenly changed drastically. "Wanwan, I was wrong. Please don't send me away. It's okay if I'm in pain, Zaozao."

Qiao Wanwan sneered, "It seems you're reluctant to part with me, this big spender, and think that by pleasing me you can get more money."

Zheng Hong: "......"

A hint of embarrassment at being exposed showed on her face. "Wanwan, it's not like that. Mommy also wanted to come and see you, but Mommy really doesn't have the time or energy. I usually work to make ends meet, so where would I find the time and energy to come and see you, right?"

“I told you, you’re not my mother.” Qiao Wanwan looked at her expressionlessly. “And you don’t need to be so humble. The person who gave you the money wasn’t me, it was my husband. We’re currently getting a divorce, and I’ll be left with nothing, so I don’t have any money.”

Zheng Hong frowned, staring at Qiao Wanwan scrutinizing her, as if doubting the truth of her words.

Qiao Wanwan saw through it at a glance, "You don't need to doubt it anymore, I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can go ask Jiang Dong."

Zheng Hong was unwilling to accept this, her chest heaving with anger, and she turned and ran out the door.

Qiao Wanwan was thinking that she finally had some peace and quiet, so she sat down, drank some hot tea, and took a breath.

Before I finished my tea, my phone rang.

It was a call from Jiangdong.

Qiao Wanwan quickly answered, "Jiang Dong, what's wrong? Is there any news from Zaozao's side?"

"No, Madam, please go downstairs and see, Zheng Hong is making a scene there."

Qiao Wanwan: "......" ? ? ?

"Okay, I'll go down and take a look."

Qiao Wanwan took the elevator to the first floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, she heard Zheng Hong's wailing and howling.

"Oh no, I can't live like this anymore! What kind of daughter did I raise? She doesn't even want her mother anymore! Everyone, please be the judge..."

Qiao Wanwan: "......"

She took a deep breath to calm herself and walked over slowly.

Zheng Hong sat on the ground where the crowd was thickest, crying and complaining. A lot of people surrounded her, pointing and gossiping.

"Don't cry, let's talk this out."

"Parents are never wrong, but this daughter has gone too far!"

"She's in the hospital. Could it be that she has some illness that requires money, and her daughter is unwilling to pay and is abandoning her?"

"......"

Zheng Hong cried harder and harder, "A daughter is no longer under her mother's control once she grows up. She married a rich husband but doesn't even think about helping me. I've worked so hard to raise her, feeding her every bite of rice and vegetable..."

"Say it again with your hand on your heart." A clear, cold voice slowly spoke.

The passerby turned his head and saw a young girl walking over.

Although she was wearing a mask, her eyebrows and eyes were incredibly delicate, making people wonder what kind of stunning face was behind the mask!

Zheng Hong saw Qiao Wanwan and said fearlessly, "You've come at the right time. In front of so many people, give me one answer: do you intend to support me or help your young sister?"

Qiao Wanwan crossed her arms, walked up to her, and looked down at her condescendingly. "Do you need me to call the police? I think only the police can figure out the relationship between us in the shortest amount of time."

Zheng Hong was taken aback, but her eyes darted around and she quickly came up with an idea. "Call the police then! Even if the police come, you can't just ignore me!"

Qiao Wanwan: "......"

Zheng Hong stood up, leaned close to Qiao Wanwan's ear, and whispered, "You'd better think this through. If the police come and investigate, and find out about our relationship, it means your past will be exposed."

"Do you want everyone to know that you grew up in such a filthy family, to know that you have a father who went to jail?"

Qiao Wanwan: "..." Is this woman threatening her?

Seeing that she was a little stunned, Zheng Hong thought she had been intimidated and continued, "If you don't want these ugly things to be exposed, that's fine too. Give me another ten million, and we'll cut ties completely!"