Chapter 13 Father's Plot

"Yan Meng, you returned to China, why didn't you tell your father? Come back soon and let your father see you."

Father Qiao's pretended kind voice still sounded a little awkward.

A sneer flashed across Qiao Yan's dreamy eyes. Since Qiao Xuewan and her daughter came in, this was the first time her father spoke to her so gently.

"It's too late and I have to work tomorrow," she said coldly.

The other party seemed not to notice: "Yan Meng, I specially packed up all your mother's belongings. There are too many things in the house, taking up space. It would be a pity to throw them away, right?"

He actually threatened her with his mother's relics!

"Okay, I'll go back now!" Qiao Yanmeng wanted to see what kind of tricks he was going to play!

On the other hand, after arriving home, the little girl happily washed up. Before going to bed, she even said to her daddy in a very good mood, "Good night."

But he didn't leave immediately.

"Want to know if Auntie is asleep?" Zhan Tingbei saw through the little milk ball.

The little girl corrected him in a childish voice: "It's my sister!"

"She is almost the same age as Daddy, how can she call me sister?" Zhan Tingbei pinched his little face and then said, "But Daddy has a way for you to chat anytime."

The little girl's eyes suddenly sparkled.

He took out his cell phone and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

"telephone!"

"As long as you add your aunt's contact information, you can say good night to her." Zhan Tingbei tempted.

Although he had Qiao Yanmeng's WeChat, he didn't have her phone number.

Moreover, the sudden news would only make her feel abrupt.

The little girl rolled her eyes and suddenly asked, "Can she be my mommy?"

Zhan Tingbei paused.

After a while, the night wind blew against the window, and a man's voice came out softly: "Okay."

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside their door.

There was only Qiao Yanmeng on the opposite side. What was she doing out so late?

Zhan Tingbei's brows were furrowed.

He felt as if a stone was pressing on his heart because of the rejection during the day.

But, for the first time in all these years, he truly felt what it felt like to like someone.

His attitude towards her was never just about repaying a favor.

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Qiao Yanmeng walked into the Qiao family's living room. The family of three was chatting happily, but they suddenly became quiet when they saw Qiao Yanmeng.

She sat opposite him without hesitation and said, "Just tell me what you want to say."

Seeing that she didn't take him seriously at all, Qiao's father threw a contract at her with a cold face: "Yan Meng, you are crazy. You lost face for the Qiao family a few years ago. This time you came back and even entered the Nordic Jewelry. How will outsiders see our Qiao family! You must withdraw immediately and return to the Qiao Group!"

"I won't sign." She leaned against the sofa casually. "Dad, have you forgotten one thing? The company was originally left to me by grandpa. If I want to be the chairman, I will be the chairman."

Qiao Yanmeng was the most famous lady in Jiangcheng at that time. She was very talented in all aspects, so her grandfather was very optimistic about her.

More importantly, in order to seize power, Father Qiao used all means and even intended to harm Grandpa, which made Grandpa completely disappointed!

Father Qiao's face darkened: "My father's company is naturally mine, don't be so rude!"

"Dad, it seems that my sister doesn't like interns. Then, I'd better give my position to her!" Qiao Xuewan spoke softly at the right time.

"Is she worthy?" Qiao's father was angry. "Qiao Yanmeng, if you were half as good as your sister, I would also give you a manager position."

Qiao Yanmeng was too lazy to communicate, "Where are Grandpa's relics?"

“I’m talking to you about the company!”

"I came back only to pick up the remains."

Father Qiao was so angry that he said, "Get out! Get out of here!"

Qiao Yanmeng said lazily, "I'm sorry, Dad, this house was also left to me by my grandfather. If we want to leave, you should go with them!"

Qiao Yanmeng went upstairs, leaving the three people who were so angry that they were fuming.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep.

Qiao Yanmeng found the old design drawings in the room.

The original design now seemed a bit childish, so she modified it a bit and thought it was just average, so she simply threw it into the trash can.

Suddenly, a strange smell came from outside the door. She was already familiar with these things after all these years in a chaotic foreign country, and she knew it was drugs as soon as she smelled it.

Tsk, Father Qiao really has bad intentions.

Qiao Yanmeng held her breath and pretended to fall on the table with a bang.

Soon, someone came in and carried her away.

She felt herself being transported to a car, and then to a bed in a hotel. A stranger spoke to them for a few words, and then the room became quiet.

"My little beauty, here I come!"

A vulgar male voice came, Qiao Yanmeng blinked, and the other party's greasy hair and big ears were almost sticking to her face.