Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1485: Chapter 1486: A Plaything Doesn’t Work for Free

Chiang Qing’s hand trembled slightly as she clutched the newspaper, her eyes glaring fiercely at the woman with the broad smile in the report, wishing she could burn a hole through her.

Just one photo was enough for one to feel how happy the person in it was, her face beaming with an unfeigned, heartfelt smile. How could a woman who wasn’t living well or happily reveal a smile like that?

Chiang Qing’s gaze moved from Cheng Su’s face all the way to her pregnant belly, her pupils shrinking abruptly, face as pale as paper.

How could it be, how could Cheng Su be so happy, how could she?

When she herself was living in hell, jumping from one fiery pit into another, wishing for death but unable to die, how could Cheng Su smile so happily, how could she?

She couldn’t, she mustn’t!

Chiang Qing’s eyes shifted, pulling out a pen from the desk holder and stabbing the newspaper directly, tearing Cheng Su’s photo to shreds.

She’s even having a child with Qi Taiguo, becoming a mother. Chiang Qing glared at the photo of the big belly, stabbing down with the pen tip, letting out shrill screams.

Not far away, the maid serving her stood at the staircase, watching her madness with a face full of fear.

After venting herself, Chiang Qing crumpled the shredded newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trash basket before heading upstairs.

She completely ignored the maid standing at the stairs, her face full of panic, and quickly ran into her bedroom, plopping down in front of the dressing table.

In the mirror, a woman with short hair reaching her shoulders, large eyes, a thin sharp face, and a pale complexion looked back. If it weren’t for the hostility in her eyes, it would be a face that stirred men’s compassion.

With sufficient frailty and pitifulness, it’s a pity that the fierceness in her gaze ruins the beauty of her fragility.

Chiang Qing pulled the blanket over, directly covering the mirror, then lay down on the bed.

Ever since Gao Hongbo took her out, she had been trapped in this small villa, unable to go anywhere. If she went out, someone would follow her. In this manor, without Gao Hongbo’s permission, she couldn’t take a single step out, and wherever she went, someone would follow.

She might have come out of the mental hospital, but being restricted like this, how was it any different from being in the hospital?

It was nothing but leaping from one cage to another.

And this cage forced her to do what she found utterly disgusting, even more ridiculous was that she did it, complied, but still couldn’t get what she desired.

That old immortal, he was just deceiving her, thinking she was an idiot!

Chiang Qing ground her teeth, her hands clenching tightly.

She couldn’t go on like this; it was acceptable to be a plaything, but she couldn’t be one for nothing; she had to get something out of it.

Chiang Qing closed her eyes, trying to control her trembling body, thinking back on how things ended up like this, where did it all go wrong?

Where should she pick up the pieces? Besides relying on that old immortal, who else could she depend on?

"What fallback do you have? What bargaining chip?"

Jiang Dafang’s words suddenly flashed in her mind.

Bargaining chip?

Chiang Qing sat up, holding her head, trying to sort through the chaos in her mind. Her grandfather was the one who loved her most, who had been the best to her, often talking with her in the study. The things he said...

Chiang Qing frowned slightly, suddenly remembering something.

Someone suddenly hugged her from behind, the familiar yet repulsive scent of an old man wafting into her nose, causing her body to stiffen immediately.

"You’re back!" She forced a stiff smile and turned her head slightly, only to be held down by him, something covering her eyes.