Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1487: Chapter 1488: You’re Not Even as Good as a Dog

After a few months, this was Chiang Qing’s first time standing on the street. No, it had been more than a year, or even longer?

Since she was locked up in the mental institution, she hadn’t stood on the street. Even after getting out, she was just confined to the manor by that old bastard.

But now, she smelled the air of freedom.

Yes, freedom, it turned out to be so precious.

"Miss Chiang, it’s time to get in the car!"

Someone urged her from behind. Chiang Qing’s face darkened — even though she was out, the old bastard still sent people to follow her, claiming to protect her, but in reality?

Chiang Qing sneered, got back into the car without a word.

Prison.

Jiang Conghe was surprised when he heard that someone was visiting. Who would come to visit him?

When he arrived at the visitation room and saw the visitor, Jiang Conghe’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pounced over: "Qingqing, why, why are you here? Who brought you out? Are you all better?"

Chiang Qing crossed her arms and looked at the gray-haired, old man-like figure in front of her, her lips curling into a cold smile.

Seeing this smile, Jiang Conghe’s heart inexplicably tightened.

"Commander Chiang, do you still care about my illness? Concerned about who brought me out from where? When you, and that bastard Jiang Dafang, locked me up back then, did you ever think someone would get me out? Or are you scared? Now that I’m out," Chiang Qing’s voice was extremely cold.

When Jiang Conghe heard the words "Commander Chiang," his face turned red instantly. What Commander Chiang? Now he was nothing but a prisoner.

But Jiang Conghe still had some dignity left. Chiang Qing was still his daughter, and he was her father. Where did she get the nerve to speak to him so coldly?

"Is this how you talk to your father?" Jiang Conghe forced himself to suppress his anger.

"Father?" Chiang Qing suddenly laughed, a sharp, mocking laugh as she pointed at Jiang Conghe: "Where do you get the gall to call yourself my father? Is there a father as heartless as you, who would send his daughter to a mental institution? Laughable."

"Enough!" Jiang Conghe said in a deep voice: "I was doing it for your own good; your illness kept recurring, so I thought I’d send you for proper treatment..."

"Bullshit!" Chiang Qing interrupted him sharply: "Don’t pretend to give me any of your do-gooder crap. Jiang Dafang told me everything. You did it for your own career, because you were afraid I’d do something to embarrass you outside, hinder your promotion as Commander Chiang. You thought I was in your way, so you sent me to that cursed place."

As Chiang Qing spoke, she pressed her hands on the table, her eyes staring blood-red at Jiang Conghe. Combined with her pale face, she looked like a vengeful ghost, terrifying Jiang Conghe as he subconsciously recoiled.

Was this his daughter? The one he was once proud of, as beautiful as a flower?

Jiang Conghe swallowed, his voice stern but shaky: "You’re being insolent!"

Chiang Qing laughed again and sat back down, "Insolent, yes, I’m being insolent, so what? Can you put me back in the mental institution? Do you still have that power? Do you think you’re still the imposing, all-powerful Commander Chiang? Let me tell you, you’re not even as good as a dog."

"You, you insolent girl!" Jiang Conghe’s hand trembled as he pointed at her.

Chiang Qing smiled seductively, touching her face: "What, thinking about hitting me again? Go ahead, hit me!"

Jiang Conghe glared at her, so angry he was on the verge of exploding, his mouth twisted in rage.