Especially those eyes, they're almost identical.
Clearly, this woman is very likely the noblewoman Fu Mengyao mentioned who appeared when she was a child and told her that Grape was dead.
Not only did her biological father come, but he also brought the woman with him.
Tang Yaoyao looked at Jiang Ci, who nodded slightly in respect.
When Qiao Yong saw her, he was also shocked. His eyes showed no tenderness, only anger and coldness, and his hands were clenched into fists.
The hatred in his eyes was as if he wished her dead.
Qiao Yong almost gritted his teeth as he spoke: "Meng Qingyue, you still dare to come to Rongcheng!?"
Meng Qingyue seemed not to hear his questioning. She glanced at everyone in the room and finally fixed her gaze on Tang Yaoyao. There was no surprise or fear in her eyes.
It was as if everything was within her expectations.
Qiao Yanzhi looked at Fu Jiang: "Is she Fu Mengyao's biological mother?"
Fu Jiang nodded: "Mm."
Then, he walked over to Qiao Yanzhi and sat down between the mother and daughter.
My biological father suddenly arrived, and not only did he come, but he also brought such a big gift.
Tang Yaoyao was somewhat at a loss for what to do for the first time.
He looked at Qiao Yong, his voice still sharp, his phoenix eyes undiminished in coldness: "Old Qiao, where were we?"
Qiao Yong stared at Meng Qingyue, unable to recover for a long time, taking deep breaths.
In his view, his life was completely ruined by this woman named Meng Qingyue.
He didn't answer Fu Jiang. He walked over in a few steps, grabbed Meng Qingyue by the neck, and slammed her hard onto the desk.
He gripped her tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with intense hatred, and a murderous aura instantly filled the air.
"Didn't I say that I would kill you if I ever saw you again?"
Meng Qingyue let her hands hang down naturally without struggling. Instead, a smile played on her lips as she looked at his angry face as if she were admiring a beautiful scene.
Seeing this, Jiang Ci and Xu Feng stepped forward and pulled him away.
Before everything was fully clear, Meng Qingyue couldn't die. After pulling him away, she said, "Mr. Qiao, I hope you will consider your wife. You were already unfaithful to her. If you become a murderer, do you think she can bear it?"
Qiao Yong seemed frozen by his words. For a moment, she opened her mouth, but was too pained to utter a single word.
Qiao Yanzhi asked coldly, "Which of you two will speak?"
Meng Qingyue looked directly into Qiao Yanzhi's eyes and laughed: "Now that you've caught me and found your daughter, does the truth really matter? Can it make up for the pain you've endured for over twenty years?"
At the very least, we must give Yao'er an explanation, and we must also give Mingzhu an explanation.
"Qiao Yong, you have no choice."
Qiao Yong slumped onto the sofa, her eyes red and a tear rolled down her cheek. She choked back sobs for a long time before finally speaking in anguish, "It all started twenty-one years ago."
No one interrupted him; they listened to him continue.
Twenty-one years ago, his company was just starting out and needed to find a reliable partner. At that time, Meng Qingyue was working as the president's secretary at the company he had chosen.
We got to know each other after having a few meals together because of work.
Meng Qingyue also wanted him to cooperate with their company, so she did her best in the negotiations and finally reached a consensus.
He and Meng Qingyue became practically colleagues, seeing each other frequently at work.
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