President's Little Wildcat (17)

"Kept as a mistress in secret?"

Su Qiao's expression was blank, her eyes cold. "Am I that poor?"

"If I recall correctly, my parents left me quite a substantial fortune, didn't they?"

A mocking smirk played on her lips:

"With my looks and the assets I inherited, I'm more than qualified to be treated as more than just a plaything.

"If Madam Qin has such inclinations, she could certainly try it. After all, the Qin Family's maternal side went bankrupt long ago and owes quite a bit of debt."

"Unlike me, even after my parents passed, they left me enough assets to spend lavishly for a lifetime."

As if anyone would be interested in her son.

And she dares to suggest I become a concubine? Does she think her son is an emperor?

Talking about three palaces and six courtyards—she's not afraid of being laughed out of existence.

Host, your persona!

444's head ached.

"What's there to be afraid of? Right now, he's the one who wants to keep me, not me wanting to stay in the Qin Family."

"Qin Scum wants the Su Corporation Shares I hold. He wants me to be a shield for them, that pair of despicable people. Am I supposed to just endure it like a wronged little wife?"

She certainly didn't want to endure it.

...Oh.

444 actually found her quite reasonable.

"You... you...?" Madam Qin pointed at her, gasping for breath.

Qin Yu quickly supported her, then looked at Su Qiao, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. "Qiao Qiao, what are you saying?"

Su Qiao showed no fear, raising an eyebrow. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Am I not beautiful enough? Do I not have enough assets?"

"Or rather, with my conditions, would I not be able to find a man who likes me and is also outstanding?"

Don't be ridiculous. With the conditions of her current body, if she just put out the word, the men seeking to marry her would probably circle the entire capital.

Hmph, she wasn't the original body. She wouldn't cherish this man who was weak as anything.

In her eyes, Qin Yu was hypocritical, vicious, and completely lacking in combat power, just like useless trash.

And trash should be thrown in the trash can.

Qin Yu's eyes flashed with anger, his brows furrowed tightly, surprised by her words.

But he quickly thought of something and suppressed the anger and impatience in his eyes.

He urgently grabbed her hand, crouching by the bed with a look of sincere affection:

"Qiao Qiao, please don't say such angry words, okay? We'll be together forever."

"I've also said it many times; no one else can be my wife but you."

Saying this, he turned and looked sternly at his mother:

"Mom, stop saying things that upset Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao just got into a car accident and is injured. She's suffering right now. For you to say these things, isn't that intentionally making her feel worse?"

Looking at the hand tightly gripping hers.

Su Qiao felt a wave of nausea.

She hadn't been careful and had touched something dirty again.

Truly disgusting.

If it were before, she would have slapped him already.

Better to quickly deal with these despicable people. They're an eyesore.

Mother Qin was furious. She had kindly discussed things with them, and in the end, it was her fault again.

And that slut Su Qiao kept contradicting her.

The anger in her heart surged, and she shouted:

"If I don't say anything, if I don't, our Qin Family will become the laughingstock of all of B City!"

The wedding was coming soon; how could she not be anxious?

She already didn't think much of Su Qiao, but she never expected her to make herself look like this at such a critical moment.

If this isn't a jinx, what is?

The people in the hospital room didn't know that the not-quite-closed door had been pushed open a crack at some point.

A tall figure stood there, watching the two clasped hands inside with a gloomy gaze.

He wished he could bore a hole into them.

"Over..."

Lin Shen ran over, sweating profusely, only to see his President standing at the door of Su Qiao's hospital room.

His expression was terrifyingly grim, and a cold ruthlessness emanated from him.

Just as Lin Shen was about to call him again, Qin Mohan kicked the door open and strode inside.

His gaze swept coldly over Qin Yu and his mother.