After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 117 Using her hair for a paternity test

Seeing that Jiang Xiaoran's eyes had calmed down from anger, Song Qiao took out her phone and checked the time: "It's getting late, we need to go back. Instructor Wen, the child is in your care."

Song Qiao knew that if she couldn't make up her mind, Jiang Xiaoran wouldn't be able to stay.

"Chairman Song, we will find a way to educate this child, so please don't worry."

From his initial reluctance to leave, Song Qiao understood that his job wasn't easy either. It was already past midnight, and he was still kept awake by Jiang Xiaoran.

For them, every troubled child, from the day they are sent here, they take on the responsibility of educating them, and they strive to avoid becoming a burden on society.

Song Qiao respects their profession.

Thinking back to her past life, there was a school like this, but she had only heard about it and hadn't been able to bring herself to send Jiang Xiaoran there.

"Instructor Wen, we're leaving!"

Lu Mingxuan also greeted Wen Zhang, and the two left the courtyard.

When I got back, it was already 11 p.m., and there were practically no cars on the road.

As the car drove along the road, Song Qiao glanced at Lu Mingxuan, who was driving: "There's something I don't understand. A few days ago at Jiangcheng Hospital, Tong Yao, who was pushed and injured by Jiang Xiaoran, had her blood transfusion, but neither of her parents had Rh blood type. What kind of blood type would result in a child with such a blood type?"

Lu Mingxuan thought for a moment: "No matter what her parents' blood type is, they can be a match for the child's blood type. If this happens, there is only one explanation: this child is not their biological daughter."

Hearing this, Song Qiao's eyes showed even greater confusion.

"Did you know? It was Jiang Ming who gave Tong Yao a blood transfusion that day. The hospital didn't have that kind of plasma at the time. Mingxuan, do me a favor?"

Before Song Qiao could even act, Lu Mingxuan already knew what she was suspicious about.

"Okay! I'll have a paternity test done when I get back to the hospital tomorrow. Give me the hair later."

Thinking about this, Song Qiao felt inexplicably sad. If Tong Yao really was her daughter, then in her previous life, not only herself but also Tong Yao died at Jiang Xiaoran's hands.

The scene from that time appeared before her eyes.

She remembers it clearly: Jiang Xiaoran was fourteen years old that year, and Tong Yao was also fourteen years old; they were classmates.

That day, Song Qiao received a call from her teacher asking her to go to school immediately, so she rushed from home to school.

When she arrived at the teacher's office, the teacher told her that Tong Yao had died because she was bullied to death by a group of classmates led by Jiang Xiaoran.

When Song Qiao heard what the teacher said, she was so frightened that she couldn't stand up straight.

In Song Qiao's eyes, Jiang Xiaoran behaved very well during that period. She ate and slept on time when she got home, and she was also proactive in going to school. She was even glad that Jiang Xiaoran had improved. When she heard the news, she couldn't quite believe it.

"Teacher, are you mistaken? Jiang Xiaoran has been behaving very well lately, and she has corrected many of her bad habits. How could she do such a thing?"

Song Qiao remembered that not long before, Jiang Ming had donated money to Jiang Xiaoran so that his daughter could enter this good junior high school in Jiangcheng City.

“Song Qiao’s mother, I know your family donated money to the school. How can I say things like that without any evidence? Your Jiang Xiaoran has been skipping school lately and hanging out with a bunch of bad kids from the streets every day. Three days ago, they intercepted Tong Yao on the way, demanded money from her, and even beat and insulted her.”

Thinking about all this now, Song Qiao felt a chill run down her spine. If Tong Yao really was her daughter, then she was also guilty of what Jiang Xiaoran had done to her in her previous life.

"What are you thinking about? Are you tired? If you are, take a nap. I'll wake you up when we get there!"

Before she could think it through, Lu Mingxuan turned around and looked at her with concern.

"No! I was just thinking, if Tong Yao is my daughter, then she is bullied by Jiang Xiaoran time and time again. As her mother, am I unworthy to protect her?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingxuan quickly said, "Haven't you been taking care of Tong Yao's family lately? She was beaten by Jiang Xiaoran, and you gave her money both times, didn't you?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Song Qiao seemed to be saying to Lu Mingxuan, but also to herself, "Luckily I know something, otherwise I would really be letting this child down."

"What did you say?"

Lu Mingxuan glanced back at her as he drove, his attention focused on the road under the headlights.

"Nothing? What I mean is that it's fortunate that the nursery rhyme didn't cause serious consequences, otherwise Jiang Xiaoran and I, this whole family would have been in big trouble."

Song Qiao agreed to be his girlfriend for one night. He held the steering wheel with one hand and grabbed Song Qiao's hand with the other: "Don't think too much, there's still time."

Yes, it's not too late. Think about how Tong Yao was bullied to death nine years later in her previous life, and she died at her hands ten years later. From now on, she will reverse all of that.

Lost in thought, Song Qiao didn't even realize that her hand was being held until they were almost in the city.

The streetlights along the city roads were shining brightly, greatly dimming the light from the car headlights. It was already past midnight. Song Qiao checked the time on her phone: "You must be exhausted today. Go back and get some rest."

When Song Qiao picked up her phone, she realized that he had been holding her hand the whole time.

Blushing, she pulled her hand away from his and muttered softly, "You just love taking advantage of me."

Lu Mingxuan smiled and said, "Can't I hold my girlfriend's hand?"

"Who's your girlfriend?!"

Song Qiao deliberately showed him the time on her phone: "You were talking about last night. Look, it's already past midnight. The agreement is void!"

Lu Mingxuan turned around and glanced at her. Under the lamplight, she looked shy and bashful, just like she did in high school.

He had seen her like this before, but not because of him, but because of Jiang Ming.

"As long as it's not dawn, it's still night. How about we sleep together tonight?"

After Lu Mingxuan said that, Song Qiao glared at him angrily: "Are you crazy? I'm a married woman. I don't want you to be labeled as a homewrecker."

Lu Mingxuan looked at her earnestly and said, "As long as I'm with you, I don't care about any of this."

He was already very satisfied that he held Song Qiao's hand tonight. He had only said those words to her as a joke, but the last sentence was his true feeling.

"Alright! Stop fooling around, we're in the city now, be careful someone sees us."

Song Qiao was doing this for Lu Mingxuan's own good; she didn't want his reputation to be ruined because of her.

"I'll take you back to the company. Don't think about anything, just get a good night's sleep. I'll tell you the test results tomorrow."

Song Qiao pulled two strands of hair from her head, found a tissue, picked it up, and placed it in front of Lu Mingxuan: "I've put it here. Don't forget to take it after you get off the bus."

After hearing this, Song Qiao thought of Tong Yao, who was still in the hospital. Lu Mingxuan had gone to see her during the day, and she had already woken up.

"When you go to collect that child's hair, be careful not to let her mother see. After all, we don't know the result yet. If it's not true, don't make a fuss."

"I know!"

Lu Mingxuan agreed and drove the car onto the road leading to the urban construction company.