Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1216: Chapter 1217: Forceful Abduction

Since the incident where she was doused with a bucket of filth at the office building entrance, Chiang Qing had been taking sick leave and hadn’t gone to work for some days, staying at home in a daze every day.

Today, however, she sensed something was off. Lu Shufen, who was going out for an inspection, came to her room beforehand, saying all sorts of random things like she should take good care of her health, not overthink, that her health is the most important thing, and then, finally, she hugged Chiang Qing and cried.

This made Chiang Qing feel extremely strange. She thought Lu Shufen’s expression was too odd, as if she were looking at a pitiable pet, both compassionate and reluctant.

Why, why would her mother show such a strange expression?

The house was very quiet, a quiet that carried a trace of eeriness, making Chiang Qing feel quite uneasy and sense danger.

The anxiety, like a snake, tightly coiled around Chiang Qing, wrapping around her neck, making her feel very uncomfortable as if she couldn’t breathe.

Chiang Qing decided to step out, as this house was really too suffocating; she needed to get out.

Having dressed, Chiang Qing opened the door, unexpectedly seeing someone who shouldn’t have appeared.

"What are you doing here?" Chiang Qing asked sternly, looking at Jiang Dafang.

Her half-brother, whom she always looked down upon, was the same one who had driven a wedge between her parents’ relationship, so she didn’t want to see him.

"Leave our home immediately," Chiang Qing said coldly, trying to close the door as she spoke.

She didn’t want to see this bastard even for a glimpse, believing that his gaze made her very uneasy.

But Jiang Dafang held out a hand, forcibly pushing the door open.

"What are you doing? Get out!" Chiang Qing exclaimed, glaring at him warily.

Jiang Dafang sneered, speaking indifferently, "Dad asked me to take you somewhere. If you behave, you won’t suffer. If not, well, too bad then!"

Chiang Qing froze, seeing him pull a handkerchief out of his pocket, her alarm bells went off instantly, and she ran toward the bathroom without a second thought.

She was quick, but Jiang Dafang wasn’t slow either, chasing after her and grasping her neck. Covering her mouth and nose with the handkerchief in his hand, Chiang Qing struggled violently, but soon her body went limp.

Jiang Dafang caught Chiang Qing’s body with one hand, slipped the handkerchief back into his pocket, wrapped an arm around her waist, and carried her downstairs.

In the Chiang Family’s living room, Jiang Conghe sat on the sofa, tilting his head slightly at the sound.

"All done?"

Jiang Conghe stood up, looking at his daughter being carried by Jiang Dafang, her face pale, his heart twisted with pain as he closed his eyes slightly and turned away.

"Take her away. Arrange everything properly, and don’t let her suffer." He waved his hand. This was his only choice.

Jiang Dafang quickly flashed a mocking smile but said, "Don’t worry."

Being such a heartless father, there was nothing more to say. Any semblance of concern was hypocrisy, unable to withstand the word ’power.’

Yet he still put on a facade of reluctant paternal care, truly disgusting.

Jiang Dafang glanced at Chiang Qing, thinking she was pitiful too, stuck with this man as her father, pitying all around.

Too bad, it’s your own fault for being born of that woman, for being this pitiful too!

"Then I’ll take her away now," Jiang Dafang said.

Jiang Conghe waved him away, turning his back so he wouldn’t have to look, as if another glance might make him reconsider stopping him back.

Of course, Jiang Dafang wouldn’t give him a chance to regret it, carrying Chiang Qing out through the Chiang Family gate.

With the sound of the car engine starting outside, Jiang Conghe slumped on the sofa, suddenly seeming a few years older.