"I... I believe you."
Jiang Yihan was afraid she would be unhappy. Although he was still very uncertain inside, he nodded anyway.
Su Qiao knew he would not be able to change overnight, so she could only helplessly pat his head:
"If you dare doubt me again, you'll be punished. Remember that?"
"Mm." Jiang Yihan obediently lowered his head even further so she could ruffle it.
"Ahem... Who... who are you?"
Jiang Meng recovered, clutching her neck as she slumped onto the sofa and glared darkly at Su Qiao.
Jiang Yihan warily watched her and was just about to pull Su Qiao behind him, but Su Qiao stepped in front of him first.
She stared coldly at Jiang Meng. "I'm the person in that painting."
"So it was you?"
"You seduced my son, and actually made him... made him dare raise a hand against me, his own mother!"
Jiang Meng had already suspected that Su Qiao's relationship with her son was unusual. She had not expected her to be the girl who had caused such a drastic change in her son's personality. Her fury instantly blazed.
Su Qiao sneered arrogantly:
"That's right, it was me. So what? Or does Madam Jiang want to hit me the way she hit him?"
"You'd better think carefully. If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll make you die without even knowing how it happened."
"And if I hadn't been afraid he'd drag himself into this as well, I wouldn't have stopped him just now."
"Someone like you is wasting air and polluting the environment just by staying alive. Your twisted, perverted heart is even more disgusting than the maggots in a latrine."
"You... you...?"
Jiang Meng was so furious that she nearly lost her breath.
Su Qiao ignored her completely. She bent