After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 68 Installing Surveillance Cameras

There also needs to be one in the living room; she's already chosen the location. Every time Zhao Xiaoya comes here, the family plans something together.

“Ranran is in that room,” Jiang Ming said, pointing to her and Song Qiao’s bedroom.

"What are you doing in this room? Ranran! Mommy's back."

Song Qiao called out and pushed open the door, finding Jiang Xiaoran lying on the bed.

"Ranran, do you have a cold?"

Song Qiao went inside, and Jiang Ming followed closely behind.

“The child is sick, so you don’t need to go to the company tomorrow. I’ll explain to Dad.”

Before Song Qiao could answer, Jiang Ming snatched the bag from her hand.

There was a surveillance camera in the bag's hidden compartment. Song Qiao reminded herself not to be nervous. She looked at Jiang Ming and said, "Of course I can't go to work because Xiao Ran is sick. But you don't need to tell Dad. I'll talk to him about it. Also, I'll explain to Dad about my work and find someone to cover for me for a few days."

Jiang Ming looked at Song Qiao with a skeptical expression: "Is that really what you think?"

Song Qiao smiled and said, "Honey, just because I'm going back to work doesn't mean I don't care about our family. Ranran is my daughter, and it breaks my heart when she's sick. I'll take good care of her at home, and I'll go back to work once she's recovered from her cold."

Jiang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, which once again confirmed that Song Qiao did not know that Jiang Xiaoran was not her biological daughter.

While the two were talking, Jiang Ming had already taken Song Qiao's car keys out of her bag. She saw all of this, but pretended not to care.

Song Qiao understood why she had been asked to come back tonight.

"Hmph, Jiang Ming, you want an eye for an eye? Fine, I'll play along."

"Honey, give me my bag. Inside is the diamond-studded hair clip I bought for Ranran. The last one lost its diamond, so I bought her a new one."

Jiang Xiaoran is a spendthrift, Jiang Ming can't deny that.

He tossed the bag to Song Qiao: "Hurry up and call our dad!"

Seeing that Jiang Ming wasn't leaving, Song Qiao took out a hair clip from her bag and looked at Jiang Xiaoran on the bed, saying, "Ranran, look what Mom bought for you?"

Jiang Xiaoran's illness was faked; she didn't have a fever at all. When she came in, Jiang Ming said she had gone to the community health center to get an injection.

Actually, Jiang Ming had a condition for asking Jiang Xiaoran to cooperate with him: she couldn't go to kindergarten this week.

Ever since Jiang Xiaoran caused trouble, she hasn't wanted to face the teacher. When the teacher scolded her in front of the whole class, she even pushed the teacher.

When Jiang Xiaoran heard that Song Qiao had bought her a diamond-studded hair clip, she immediately opened her eyes and said, "This is exactly the same as the one Wang Xue in our class is wearing."

Song Qiao smiled and patted her head: "Are you still feeling unwell?"

"I don't feel bad anymore, Mom. Actually, I just missed you. Can't you not go to work? I won't catch a cold if you don't go to work."

Song Qiao sneered inwardly: So what if you're faking it, even if you are? In my past life, you forced me to jump off a building, why should I feel sorry for you, you ungrateful wretch?

Of course, Song Qiao also knew that Jiang Xiaoran must have been taught to say those words by Jiang Ming or Zhang Dalan. She had never spoken to her properly before, and all she ever did was call her "stinky mom" or "oh dear." She rarely called her "mom."

Song Qiao could also act in this kind of family drama, and she immediately looked at Jiang Xiaoran with heartache.

"Okay! Mom will stay home with you for two days. Once you're better, I'll take you to kindergarten, and then Mom will go to work."

Seeing that Song Qiao treated Jiang Xiaoran the same as before, Jiang Ming felt much more at ease.

She thought to herself: As long as Jiang Xiaoran can control Song Qiao, that's fine.

"Honey, call Dad right away. He shouldn't go to the office for the next few days; he should stay home with Ranran."

If Song Qiao doesn't go to the company for a week, he will handle the audit. Liu Juan is hiding now and doesn't dare to come out. Jiang Ming promised her that she can go to work as usual after a week.

"it is good!"

Song Qiao took out her phone and made a call to Song Jianguo in front of Jiang Ming.

"Hey! Dad."

"Qiaoqiao, is something the matter?"

"Ranran has caught a cold, so I won't be going to the company tomorrow. Jiang Ming can take over my work."

Upon hearing his daughter's words, Song Jianguo immediately realized that Song Qiao and Jiang Ming were together and had returned home.

Regardless of whether Song Qiao and Jiang Ming divorce or not, the child is still their daughter, his niece.

"I understand! Is Ranran alright?"

Song Jianguo also inquired about Jiang Xiaoran's situation.

"It's nothing. Jiang Ming and she went to the community health center for an injection. She doesn't have a fever now."

This was the explanation Jiang Ming gave her after he returned.

"Alright then, you stay home and spend time with Ranran. Dad can handle your work."

Jiang Ming overheard Song Qiao and Song Jianguo's phone call, including the last sentence, "Dad will take care of the work you're doing."

After ending the call, Song Qiao looked at Jiang Ming and said, "Dad said I can hand over my work to him."

Song Qiao said this on purpose to see Jiang Ming's reaction.

Jiang Ming knew she couldn't make it too obvious all at once; haste makes waste. She nodded and said, "Neither Dad nor I can help you. Okay! I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine for Ranran."

Song Qiao knew that Jiang Ming had gone to her car to place surveillance footage.

I casually asked, "Didn't you take it from the clinic?"

"I forgot in my haste, I'll go right now."

Watching Jiang Ming turn and leave, Song Qiao glanced at Jiang Xiaoran, who was holding the hair clip with obvious delight: "Ranran, lie down. You need to rest more if you have a cold."

After saying this, Song Qiao put her bag on the bedside table and deliberately went to the closet to look for clothes.

She looked around but couldn't find a suitable place in the bedroom.

Suddenly noticing that the clothes hanger and the security camera were the same color, she walked over.

Just then, a cap was made on top, which would be perfect for placing the surveillance camera inside. Song Qiao was about to put it on when the door was pushed open.

Song Qiao turned around and saw Zhang Dalan. She quickly asked, "Mom! Is something wrong?"

"I've come to see Ranran."

Song Qiao knew that Jiang Ming had asked her to keep an eye on her.

"Ranran is fine, you can go watch TV."

Song Qiao's tone was not as polite as before; it was cold and indifferent, which was typical of a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who had just had a conflict.

"No need, I'll stay here and watch over Ranran. You go and cook."

Since she arrived, Song Qiao has been making excuses to hide away, and she hasn't cooked a single meal for her yet.

Song Qiao glanced at her and, though reluctant, went out anyway.

As she passed through the living room, she calculated the time. From the moment Jiang Ming came downstairs to the time she put the surveillance camera in his car, it had been about the right amount of time.

She glanced in the direction of the bedroom and quickly placed the surveillance camera on the airplane model on the display shelf, a location that Song Qiao had considered for several days before coming up with.

When Zhang Dalan came out again, she found Song Qiao in the kitchen wearing an apron and starting to cook.

After setting up the surveillance camera in his car downstairs, Jiang Ming went upstairs.

Song Qiao cooked two dishes and made soup in the kitchen. When she saw Jiang Ming come in, she quickly called out, "Honey, come and help!"

Jiang Ming casually placed Song Qiao's key on the table and walked over.

What do you need me to do?

Jiang Ming looked at Song Qiao's face and asked.

"Take the bowl over and ladle the soup in."

"it is good!"