There were hardly any people left on the street, but Peng Cuiying's shout still drew all the neighbors out to see what was going on.
"Isn't this the wife of Deputy Director Jiang from the food factory? What happened to her?"
"That guy surnamed Jiang killed someone and is now eating peanuts, and he still calls himself a factory director!"
"Doesn't she have two successful sons? I heard her adopted daughter is also the biological daughter of a wealthy family in Beicheng. Why doesn't she care about her?"
"Why should we care? The adopted daughter's biological parents gave her two thousand yuan in child support, but her eldest son took eighteen thousand and ran away. His second son is successful, but he was never well-liked by the couple and went to join the army at sixteen."
They only started treating her better these past few years because the second son had become an officer in the army. Even if he doesn't come back to take care of her, isn't that normal?
"Judging from her behavior, she's trying to cling to Boss Jiang, isn't she?"
"Tch, she only remembered she has a biological daughter now? Where was she before? If I were Boss Jiang, I wouldn't care about her!"
"You can't say that. There are no bad parents in the world. No matter what, she is still my mother. When the Jiang family was doing well, it didn't matter whether Jiang Qiaoqiao cared for her or not. But now that she's in this situation, it would be a bit heartless for Jiang Qiaoqiao not to care for her."
...
The surrounding neighbors were discussing it animatedly.
Hearing someone support her, Peng Cuiying cried even louder, "Qiaoqiao, Mom has finally seen through it all, they're all ungrateful wretches! You're all I have now, don't abandon me, okay? Waaah..."
Jiang Qiaoqiao's legs were tightly held by Peng Cuiying, and she couldn't move even if she wanted to get away from her.
She frowned, about to speak.
A person rushed out from inside the Yiren clothing.
Yang Hongying grabbed Peng Cuiying's hair and yanked Peng Cuiying away.
He angrily shouted, "You surnamed Peng, you really have the nerve to do this! You broke off all ties with Qiaoqiao and even caused the death of her father. How dare you come to Qiaoqiao to support you now?"
Peng Cuiying's scalp throbbed with pain from the pulling. After recovering, she glared at Yang Hongying, who was standing with her hands on her hips, cursing her, and angrily said, "This is between my daughter and me, what's it to you...?"
"What do you mean, 'you'? You're shameless! Your skin is thicker than a city wall! And you call her your daughter? Qiaoqiao's surname is Yang now, not Jiang. She has the same surname as me. We might have been from the same family five hundred years ago."
What does she have to do with you?
Yang Hongying stood with her hands on her hips, chest puffed out, and a righteous air about her.
Peng Cuiying didn't even have time to denounce Yang Hongying. She turned to Jiang Qiaoqiao in shock, "You changed your surname?"
Yang Qiaoqiao said indifferently, "Yes, from now on, my surname is Yang, and I have nothing to do with your Jiang family anymore."
She didn't want to argue with Peng Cuiying in public, so she turned to leave after saying that.
Peng Cuiying grabbed her arm. "No! Even if you don't have the surname Jiang anymore, you can't abandon me. I gave birth to you, so you should take care of me!"
Nezha has three heads and six arms, he's so powerful, yet he severed ties with his parents, even cutting off his own flesh to return to his mother and his bones to return to his father! You, Jiang Qiaoqiao, think you can just abandon me by changing your surname? You wish!
Yang Qiaoqiao had just been thinking that the culprit who killed her father had already been brought to justice, and that the crime should not extend to family members, so she didn't want to argue with Peng Cuiying.
But now she only felt a burning anger in her chest.
Her dark, cold eyes looked at Peng Cuiying.
When Peng Cuiying met her gaze, she felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet. She took two steps back in fear, looking at Yang Qiaoqiao warily, "What, what are you going to do?"
Yang Qiaoqiao slightly curled the corners of her lips, "Didn't you want me to cut off a piece of my flesh to repay your kindness in giving me life? Fine, I'll give it back to you!"
Her words immediately caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd.
"Is she really going to cut off her own flesh?"
"That's hard to say. If I had a mother like Peng Cuiying, I would rather give her a piece of my body and sever all ties with her!"
...
Yang Hongying quickly pulled Yang Qiaoqiao back, "Qiaoqiao, don't be impulsive! It's not worth hurting yourself for someone like that..."
Yang Qiaoqiao smiled slightly at Yang Hongying, "Auntie, don't worry."
Yang Qiaoqiao's gaze returned to Peng Cuiying. "I'm giving you two choices now. One, I'll give you my flesh back. Two, I'll send you to Beicheng to find your son and daughter. Of course, I'll take care of your food and lodging until I help you find them."
"I choose option two!"
As soon as Yang Qiaoqiao finished speaking, Peng Cuiying eagerly responded.
Her purpose in causing trouble today is to secure her future. What is she trying to do with a piece of Yang Qiaoqiao's rotten flesh?
Yang Qiaoqiao slightly curved the corners of her lips.
Peng Cuiying's choice was exactly what she expected.
Everyone in the Jiang family except Jiang Yongchang is selfish and self-serving at heart. Peng Cuiying may have some maternal love for Jiang Yongxian and Jiang Yong'an, but not much.
"Okay, come with me!"
Yang Qiaoqiao took Peng Cuiying directly to a guesthouse, booked a room for her for three days, and gave her three yuan. "This three yuan is for your meals for the next three days. I will come to take you to Beicheng after three days."
But if you cause any more trouble in these three days, don't blame me for breaking ties with you.
"Yes, yes, yes, Qiaoqiao, don't worry, you're Mom's own daughter, Mom definitely wants what's best for you. Mom will be a good girl and won't cause you any trouble." Peng Cuiying took the money from Yang Qiaoqiao's hand and said with a flattering expression.
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"Qiaoqiao, where is that old hag surnamed Peng?"
Yang Qiaoqiao had just left the guesthouse and reached the entrance of her own shop when Lin Xiaohui stormed in angrily.
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