After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 52 Shopping at the Mall

Lu Mingxuan asked her about the "battle situation" of the day, and Song Qiao told him about the meeting that day.

"Mingxuan, what will Jiang Ming and Zhao Xiaoya do to me next?"

Lu Mingxuan thought for a moment and said, "If he can give you sleeping pills at home, it's even more likely at the company. Also, tell Uncle Song to be careful. It would be best to replace the secretary with one of your own, otherwise there could be danger."

Song Qiao nodded, and suddenly he thought of Song Jianguo's death in his previous life, which must also be related to the medicine he took.

"I'm taking my dad to the hospital tomorrow. Can you check his health condition? From now on, I'll ask you to prescribe all the medicine he needs. I won't let him take any of the medicine that Jiang Ming got for him."

Lu Mingxuan looked at Song Qiao with satisfaction: "I'm relieved to see you like this. I'll wait for you and your uncle at the hospital tomorrow."

"Then I'm leaving! At this critical juncture, I can't let Jiang Ming find out anything."

Lu Mingxuan originally wanted to have dinner with Song Qiao, but seeing her leave in a hurry, he could only stand up and watch her silently as he walked out of the coffee shop.

There was no news about the child for the time being. Lu Mingxuan inquired all day but no one knew where Ma Fangfang's hometown was. In the end, he had no choice but to hire a private investigator.

He did all this behind Song Qiao's back; he just wanted to help her quietly so she wouldn't feel burdened.

Song Qiao drove home. On the way, she checked the security camera again. Jiang Ming was cooking in the kitchen, and the sunflower seed shells in the living room had been swept up.

It seems Jiang Ming has changed his strategy, but Song Qiao doesn't believe he will change for the better; a hungry wolf can never become a kind sheep.

Song Qiao drove to the residential area. After getting out of the car, she saw Jiang Ming's car in the parking space. As she was thinking about how to put the camera in the car, she saw Liu Yan return from outside.

"Hey! Sister-in-law, did you just come back from going out?"

"Yes, Song Qiao, there's a Millennium event tonight, all the clothes are on sale, do you want to go check it out?"

In her past life, Song Qiao wore cheap clothes, and the few decent ones she had were bought on sale at stores.

Liu Yan is the most knowledgeable when it comes to finding out which stores have sales.

“Okay, after you finish eating, just call me. You don’t need to ride your electric scooter; I’ll drive you there in Jiang Ming’s car.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan immediately asked excitedly, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. It's getting cold, especially at night. If you don't dress warmly, you'll catch a cold. It's not a big deal if adults catch a cold, but if the children catch it, they'll not only miss school, but they'll also feel unwell."

Apart from the security guard, no one in the compound knew that Song Qiao had bought a new car.

Besides, she wouldn't drive a sports car to buy discounted clothes.

Liu Yan entered the house on the second floor, while Song Qiao went up to the third floor, took out his key, and opened the door. A fragrant aroma wafted from the room. "Wife, you're back?"

Song Qiao had only seen Jiang Ming like this before she got married. After getting married and having children, he became a "master".

"You're back? So diligent! You even cooked?"

Song Qiao glanced at Jiang Ming without showing any emotion, wary of the mischief he might be brewing.

"Of course, I'll do the housework from now on. You're a working person now, so I have to be considerate of you."

Song Qiao was not moved by his words. If it were in her previous life, she would have been extremely grateful.

"Where's Ran Ran?"

This was the first thing Song Qiao said when she went out and came back. In order to find her child safely, Jiang Xiaoran still pretended not to know her true identity.

"Hey, you've been playing with Mom in the bedroom. Honey, come here, I need to tell you something."

Song Qiao was pulled into the bedroom by Jiang Ming.

"What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?"

“I persuaded Mom to send her away tomorrow, and she has already agreed.”

Song Qiao's eyes held suspicion, but when she looked at Jiang Ming, they turned to gratitude.

“I’m glad you’re thinking of me. It’s not that I don’t want Mom to live here, it’s just that this house is too small. Once we buy a bigger house, we’ll definitely bring Mom here.”

Song Qiao looked at Jiang Ming with deep apology in her eyes.

Since returning, she has acted as if nothing is related to work or home. At work, they can argue fiercely, but at home, they are still a loving and understanding couple.

"Okay! I'll do whatever you say."

Jiang Ming's submissive attitude left Song Qiao wondering what he was up to. In the end, she realized that he was using stillness to control movement, waiting for an opportunity to strike at her and her father.

Jiang Ming brought the food to the table. Song Qiao noticed that the bowl she was using had a different pattern, so she returned it to Zhang Dalan while he went into Jiang Xiaoran's room to call his mother and daughter.

Everyone's seat is basically fixed. Song Qiao even turned her seat to the side. She is now being very careful. Only after the kitchen is equipped with surveillance cameras will she know whether Jiang Ming has poisoned the food.

Zhang Dalan came out, and Song Qiao, as if she had forgotten what happened that morning, greeted her: "Mom! Dinner's ready."

Although Zhang Dalan didn't cause her trouble like before, she was still rude and ignored her.

Song Qiao wasn't angry at all. She even specially put some food on the plate for Zhang Dalan first: "Mom! Eat quickly, see if Jiang Ming's cooking has improved."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dalan snorted coldly. Clearly, she wasn't comfortable with her son cooking, and only felt comfortable when Song Qiao served them.

"Mom! I'll get you a bowl of soup."

Zhang Dalan would taste every dish to make sure it was poisonous before she dared to eat it.

Looking at Song Qiao, Jiang Ming's eyes fell on the bowl in her hand. When he noticed that she had changed the bowl, his eyes turned cold.

Song Qiao was eating when the doorbell rang. Liu Yan came to invite her to go shopping.

Hearing the noise, Song Qiao hurried to open the door and saw Liu Yan standing there: "Song Qiao, are you done eating? If you're done, shall we go shopping at Millennium Plaza?"

When Zhang Dalan heard Liu Yan ask Song Qiao to go shopping, she immediately became unhappy: "What shopping? After eating, you have to wash the dishes and tidy up the house."

Liu Yan didn't like Zhang Dalan either, but she didn't say anything because of Jiang Ming. She smiled and said, "Auntie, Millennium clothes are on sale. I bought a lot. I'll ask Song Qiao to buy you one when she goes."

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao quickly said, "Mom, if I find a suitable winter coat for you, I'll buy you one. After you finish eating, leave the dishes and chopsticks there, and I'll clean them up when I get back."

Hearing that Song Qiao had also bought her clothes, Zhang Dalan's expression softened: "You go ahead, I'll take care of the clothes."

Song Qiao agreed and turned to look at Jiang Ming: "Honey, can I borrow your car keys?"

Jiang Ming was about to remind her to drive her own car when Song Qiao winked at him, meaning she shouldn't flaunt her wealth. He understood.

"Here! Drive it back and put it back in its original spot!"

Song Qiao agreed, grabbed her bag, took Jiang Ming's car keys, and left the house.

On the way, Song Qiao had already decided that she would only buy these discounted clothes for Jiang Ming and Jiang Xiaoran, and she would not wear them herself.

She wanted to wear nice, expensive clothes, unlike in her previous life, where wearing cheap clothes would have been a disgrace to her parents.

After Song Qiao left, she accompanied Liu Yan shopping for a while and bought Zhang Dalan a coat. She carried it and said, "Liu Yan, I feel a stomachache. I'll go to the car to rest first. You can take your time shopping. I'll wait for you!"