She refused to believe there could be any man in the world who wouldn't mind such a thing!
She just wanted to see Qiao Mo lose everything!
She just wanted to ruin her!
But before the pride in Qiao Yin's eyes could unfold, Jiang Jinghao withdrew his gaze and said gently, "If Xiao Mo slept with another man to save her father, then what did Miss Qiao do for her own father?"
Qiao Yin was slightly stunned, never having expected Jiang Jinghao to speak like this.
"You... you don't mind it at all?" Qiao Yin's face looked somewhat unpleasant.
Jiang Jinghao looked at Qiao Yin indifferently, "You want to provoke feelings between me and Xiao Mo, don't you? Because you can't have it, you want to destroy others? I truly feel sorry for Miss Qiao."
"You—!"
Qiao Yin's face flushed, furious beyond measure!
She had never expected Jiang Jinghao would react this way!
Jiang Jinghao turned to look at her again and spoke once more, "Miss Qiao must have never been loved by anyone, that's why she's so pitiable. I love Xiao Mo... no matter what she's done, no matter how she's changed."
"You—you!"
Qiao Yin's face shifted like a palette, on the verge of exploding with anger.
It's outrageous!
Why!
Why does Qiao Mo, a worn-out shoe played by others, still have such an excellent man loving her!
Qiao Yin was enraged, yet blocked by Jiang Jinghao, unable to speak, she gave him a fierce look before walking breathlessly in her high heels towards Song Yuqin in the hallway.
It was only after she left that Jiang Jinghao slowly loosened his tight fist, lowering his gaze to obscure the somberness in his eyes.
After Qiao Mo paid the fees and exited the elevator, she heard a familiar gossip.
"Mom, are we really not helping Qiao Xuan? If he dies, the Qiao family will fall into auntie's hands later!"
"Not to mention the Qiao family currently has little assets. Even if Qiao Xuan survives, he'll only side with Qiao Mo. Since he can't be used by us, he'd be better off dead. As for Qiao Hao... spoiled by your second aunt since childhood, mud that can't hold up a wall, neither grandma nor your father would easily let him take over the family business, so you needn't worry." Song Yuqin spoke slowly.
"Humph! That's true. I doubt grandma would easily pay for Qiao Xuan either; I'm curious what Qiao Mo will use to pay for his treatment!"
"Go consult the doctor later, find out about the approximate costs for Qiao Xuan this time..."
Song Yuqin paused slightly before finishing her sentence, her face somewhat awkward.
Qiao Mo glanced indifferently at both of them and brushed past the mother and daughter expressionlessly, as if she hadn't heard anything.
She actually knew.
Because Song Yuqin only gave birth to one daughter, Qiao Yin, she had considered properly raising Qiao Xuan when he was first brought back to the Qiao family.
After all, a six-year-old child could easily mistake her as his biological mother with a little guidance, and later inherit the family business, which would be completely beneficial to her.
But Qiao Xuan always liked clinging to her, while being extremely repellent to Song Yuqin.
Eventually, she had to abandon the thought.
Qiao Mo pulled herself together, looked through the thick glass at Qiao Xuan on the sickbed and said softly, "Xiao Xuan, you'll definitely be okay..."
After the so-called family members of the Qiao family left, Qiao Mo called her friend Xie Qinghuan.
Xie Qinghuan was a journalist, so she had more connections, and Qiao Mo asked her to investigate Qin Zhaoran's whereabouts and news for her.
It wasn't until seven in the evening when Jiang Jinghao went to buy food, that Xie Qinghuan's call came through.