After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 2 Drama Queen Jiang Xiaoran

Jiang Xiaoran turned on the recording: "Jiang Ming, when are you going to divorce Song Qiao?"

"Divorce? You're so stupid. If we divorce, won't she take a share of my assets? My goal is to send her to hell with her father."

Song Qiao shook her head frantically. If the photo was photoshopped, what about the recording? It was definitely Jiang Ming and Zhao Xiaoya's voices.

Zhao Xiaoya was Jiang Ming's secretary and often called him. Looking back now, I realize how stupid I was.

Jiang Xiaoran is fifteen years old. They were together before she married Jiang Ming.

Song Qiao felt as if all her muscles had been pulled out, and she staggered back a few steps to lean against the window behind her.

At this moment, grief struck; her father, who had recently passed away, had also died at the hands of the person she trusted most.

His own mother's cause of death was also unknown.

Now that she thinks about it, Jiang Ming was only with her because of her father's company. Song Qiao looked at Jiang Xiaoran with heartbreak. Everything was set in stone and irreversible.

Her own parents and children were harmed by the man she had loved for over thirty years. She raised someone else's child for fifteen years like a fool; she had raised a litter of wolves.

It's better to die than to be humiliated. Before dying, I can preserve my innocence and go to the afterlife to repent to my parents. Perhaps that will make them feel better.

Otherwise, they would die with regrets if their precious daughter were violated.

She looked at Jiang Xiaoran and couldn't understand why a fifteen-year-old child could be so heartless.

"Don't think that my dad is reluctant to let you die, that he doesn't want to get his hands dirty with blood. I'm different. I'm not even eighteen yet, so even if things are exposed, I won't be sentenced to death."

After saying this, Jiang Xiaoran turned to look at the thugs: "What are you all standing there for? Let's get started!"

All seven men began to take off their pants, and one of the older men pounced on Song Qiao.

Song Qiao stepped onto the windowsill and jumped down without thinking.

In the instant her body began to fall, she was surprised to find that in another window of the unfinished building, Jiang Ming and Zhao Xiaoya were snuggled together, laughing and watching her fall.

"So, it turns out, he had planned all of this in advance..."

The thought flashed through my mind, a sharp pain shot through me, and then I knew nothing more.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up again, I was in the old house from ten years ago.

Song Qiao had a headache. She rubbed her head and accepted the fact.

In this life, I will return to settle old scores and grievances.

She wants Jiang Ming, Zhao Xiaoya, and Jiang Xiaoran to pay the price they deserve.

Song Qiao came from the bedroom into the living room and saw five-year-old Jiang Xiaoran playing with dolls.

That gold-plated doll was already tattered in Jiang Xiaoran's hands. Song Qiao remembered that she had just bought it a few days ago, spending several hundred yuan at the time.

The doll's eyes are made of resin, and Jiang Xiaoran is trying hard to pry them out.

Song Qiao immediately recalled all the toys she had bought since childhood, all of which had been cruelly destroyed by Jiang Xiaoran.

They would either dismember arms and legs, or gouge out eyes; the worst time was when they chopped up a rag doll with scissors.

Song Qiao walked over and snatched the doll from her hands: "What are you doing? Why are you destroying the toy?"

Jiang Xiaoran showed no fear whatsoever, and looked up at Song Qiao: "I don't like it!"

"Why buy it if you don't like it?"

Song Qiao raised her voice.

Next, Jiang Xiaoran's answer sent a chill down Song Qiao's spine.

"It's precisely because I don't like it that I bought it home and broke it, so that I would feel comfortable."

Just because she doesn't like them, she "mistreats" them. It seems that Jiang Xiaoran was a sadist in the womb.

Looking at the rag doll, Song Qiao thought of her fate in her previous life, which was similar to that of the rag doll.

"If you don't like it, don't buy it again." Song Qiao pushed her hard.

Jiang Xiaoran immediately burst into tears and ran to her room to call Jiang Ming.

She had a smartwatch on her wrist, which Jiang Ming bought for her in case she couldn't find it.

Every time Jiang Ming came back, Jiang Xiaoran would complain.

Looking at the broken rag doll on the sofa, Song Qiao decided to wait for Jiang Ming to come back.

Sure enough, Jiang Ming returned shortly after.

He was coming back from the construction site, and he hadn't even had time to take off his safety helmet.

Jiang Ming, at the age of thirty, is already the project manager of Jiangyuan Construction Company.

Looking back now, I realize that he was already planning to take over her father's company back then.

"Song Qiao, what's going on? I'm inspecting the construction site right now."

Jiang Mingren is tall and handsome. He was the school heartthrob in his grade in high school, and many girls liked him. But he just kept sticking to Song Qiao every day.

Seeing Jiang Ming's brows furrow, Song Qiao didn't argue with him; she had to endure it for the sake of revenge.

"Honey, this child is terrible! He's so young and already has abusive tendencies. Look, he's broken the toy we just bought."

Jiang Ming's gaze shifted from the incomplete doll to Song Qiao: "Isn't it just a toy?"

Song Qiao finally understood why she hadn't changed from the devilish Jiang Xiaoran—it was because of Jiang Ming's boundless pampering.

Human nature is inherently good. Song Qiao wanted to stand in her adoptive mother's position one last time to make Jiang Ming see the truth: "Do you know what she just said?"

Before Song Qiao could even finish saying what Jiang Xiaoran had just said, she ran out of the room: "Daddy, Mommy hit me with a doll! Look, it even popped my eyes out! It hurts so much!"

Liar!

Song Qiao sneered. She finally understood the meaning of "rotten wood cannot be carved".

Song Qiao took out the video recording on her phone: "Jiang Ming, look at what this child has become!"

Jiang Ming took the phone and read it, then looked at his daughter without saying a word.

Song Qiaohe wasn't going to let it go so easily. She looked at Jiang Xiaoran and said, "How could I have given birth to such a daughter? I'm going to the hospital tomorrow to check if we were switched at birth."

She decided to see Jiang Ming's reaction.

Sure enough, Jiang Ming looked up from his phone and glanced at Song Qiao: "What are you talking about? If it wasn't you who gave birth to it, then whose was it?"

Song Qiao wanted to say: Wasn't it Zhao Xiaoya who gave birth to it?

Seeing the suspicion in Song Qiao's eyes, Jiang Ming didn't want the matter to be exposed, so he made an excuse to lecture Jiang Xiaoran.

The moment Song Qiao took out her phone, she ran into the room.

Jiang Ming went to the room, dragged Jiang Xiaoran out, and forced her to apologize to Song Qiao.

"You've gone too far! Quickly apologize to Mom!"

In the past, whenever she complained, Jiang Ming would always side with her. Now, seeing her father standing on Song Qiao's side, she was somewhat surprised.

Looking up at Song Qiao with a defiant expression, he said, "I was wrong!"

After apologizing, he tore at his clothes, bit by bit.

Seeing her like this, Song Qiao decided to stop worrying about educating her; whatever she grew up to be was not her problem.

"Ranran, a good child is one who admits and corrects their mistakes."

Her gentleness remained unchanged. Jiang Ming stared at her for a while and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qiao heard everything: "Honey, aren't you busy at work? Go ahead and do your work. Don't rush home every time Ranran calls you. What will my dad think of you if he finds out?"

These words sounded both caring and blaming, leaving Jiang Ming speechless.