After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 11: Records of Buying Breakfast

Yesterday, Song Qiao had already observed that Jiang Ming's phone used a fingerprint lock and also had a password.

But she knew that the password was the last six digits of Jiang Xiaoran's birthday.

While Song Qiao was cooking, Jiang Ming got off work.

The sound of him unlocking the door was very soft, probably because he had been eavesdropping at the door for a while, planning a surprise attack. After observing him carefully, Jiu Xun realized that he was actually very suspicious, but she hadn't noticed it before.

Song Qiao was making soup in the kitchen.

Pigeon soup is Jiang Ming's favorite, and she bought it from several supermarkets.

"It smells so good?"

As Jiang Ming entered, he sniffed the air.

"You're back? I made your favorite pigeon soup, it'll be ready in a bit!"

Song Qiao, wearing an apron, came out to greet Jiang Ming as he returned, and as usual, took the bag from his hand and hung it on the coat rack.

"Where's Ran Ran?"

The first thing Jiang Ming would ask Jiang Xiaoran when he walked in was always a question; it was something he was used to.

Song Qiao used to be happy to hear this, but now she feels endless desolation.

"She was in her room for several days ago, crying and throwing a tantrum because she wanted a diamond-studded hair clip. She got it today and is very happy!"

Song Qiao explained, and seeing that Jiang Ming didn't react at all, she hurried back to the kitchen.

Song Qiao reminded herself to first calm Jiang Ming and Jiang Xiaoran down, because what followed was the beginning of their descent into hell.

Jiang Ming went into Jiang Xiaoran's room without saying another word.

Song Qiao returned to the kitchen, found the best spot to observe Jiang Xiaoran's bedroom, and started peeling garlic.

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Jiang Ming came out: "Song Qiao, come here for a moment."

Song Qiao hadn't even noticed when this rather arrogant demeanor had started.

She walked over, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look at the child's bed, why is it so messy?"

Jiu Xun looked at the quilt, which she had just folded, and Jiang Xiaoran had messed it up again. Wasn't it like this before?

It seems he's just making trouble out of nothing.

Song Qiao thought for a moment, realizing she couldn't let Jiang Ming notice anything different about her, and showed an apologetic expression.

"My daughter and I lay in bed for a while, and when I saw it was time, I started cooking without having time to tidy up."

Song Qiao thought of how, before they got married, Jiang Ming promised that he wouldn't let her do anything after they got married; he would hire a nanny to take care of the children and he would cook the meals.

At the time, he used a very fashionable phrase: he was responsible for earning money to support the family, and she was responsible for being beautiful. Now it all seems like a beautiful lie.

"Besides, Ranran is always causing trouble. I clean up the mess first, and then she messes it up again. Is that my fault?"

Song Qiao decided to give him a psychological boost as a precaution: "If you think I can't do housework well, then I'll go back to work at the company and find a nanny from a housekeeping agency."

Upon hearing Song Qiao's words, Jiang Ming immediately changed his expression: "I didn't mean to criticize you, I was just reminding you to tidy up."

After saying this, Jiang Ming lectured Jiang Xiaoran a few more times: "Don't cause trouble in the future. If you make a mess, learn to clean it up yourself!"

Jiang Xiaoran retorted, unconvinced, "Isn't it always Mom who cleans up?"

Jiang Xiaoran, who had been corrupted since childhood, wouldn't listen to anything Jiang Ming said.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoran causing trouble as usual, Song Qiao quickly comforted her, "Honey, Ranran is still young, so don't be upset. Dinner is ready, let's go eat."

When Jiang Xiaoran was little, Jiang Ming rarely went out to eat at night, which is probably why Song Qiao never suspected him.

Now that I think about it, who knows what he and Zhao Xiaoya were up to during the day in the office?

She remembered once when she passed by the company and went to Jiang Ming's place. The door to the lounge was closed. Song Qiao offered to help her make up the bed, but he absolutely refused. Now that she thinks about it, there must have been something shameful in the room.

Jiang Xiaoran continued playing with the new hair clip that Song Qiao had bought for her. Several rhinestones had already fallen off. Song Qiao looked at it and realized that this was the result she wanted.

Song Qiao pretended not to notice and called out to her, "Ranran, dinner's ready!"

"I will not eat!"

Jiang Xiaoran didn't even look up before replying to Song Qiao.

Seeing that he was only playing and not eating, Jiang Ming coaxed him, "You child, how can you not eat? You still need to grow."

"I want a hamburger, I want fries."

Jiang Xiaoran ate nothing but junk food, which is why she kept getting acne later on.

"You need to eat; you can't eat those things."

Jiang Ming grabbed Jiang Xiaoran, dragged her over, and pressed her into a seat.

Song Qiao glanced at the father and son, and then she thought of her daughter, wondering if she was eating enough for three meals a day.

Tonight, Jiang Ming and Jiang Xiaoran ate with great relish. They even finished the whole pot of pigeon soup without asking Song Qiao if she wanted any.

When Song Qiao was clearing away the dishes and washing them, she made a point of scrubbing the pot that held the pigeon soup over and over again, because she had added sleeping pills that Jiang Ming had bought for her.

After dinner, Song Qiao was clearing away the dishes, while Jiang Ming and Jiang Xiaoran sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, both of them yawning at the same time.

Upon seeing this, Song Qiao also let out a big yawn.

"Xiao Ran, go to sleep!"

Jiang Ming glanced at his listless daughter sitting there, then looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 10 p.m. He frowned, but his eyes were already too heavy to open.

Song Qiao moved the owl's quartz clock forward by two hours. If Jiang Ming hadn't looked closely, he wouldn't have noticed the problem with the clock.

Before leaving the living room, Jiang Minglin glanced at the clock as usual and reminded Song Qiao, "Remember to take your medicine."

Because Song Qiao was losing hair after giving birth, Jiang Ming went to the hospital to get her "Vitamin B1" (a traditional Chinese medicine), but unexpectedly, her hair kept falling out more and more, and her once thick head of black hair was now almost gone.

"Okay!" she replied, wanting Jiang Ming to go to the bedroom as soon as possible.

Even though he could barely open his eyes, he still remembered to remind Song Qiao to take the sleeping pills he had prepared.

"understood!"

Song Qiao took the water glass and went directly to the bedside table, watching Jiang Ming put the medicine into her mouth in her last moments of consciousness.

Jiang Ming then fell asleep.

Song Qiao pushed him hard: "Husband, husband!"

After calling out twice and receiving no response, Song Qiao went to Jiang Xiaoran's bedroom and found her lying motionless on the bed, fully clothed.

Song Qiao went over and took off her clothes so that Jiang Ming wouldn't notice anything amiss when he woke up the next morning.

At this moment, Song Qiao stood in front of the bed looking at Jiang Xiaoran's sleeping face, feeling an indescribable hatred in her heart.

The way Jiang Xiaoran forced her to jump off the unfinished building felt so real.

Even if she wasn't her biological mother, she raised her for fifteen years and showed no gratitude whatsoever; she's an ingrate.

The story of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf is just a legend, but it happened to her.

Song Qiao quickly returned to the bedroom, picked up Jiang Ming's phone from the bedside table, entered his fingerprint, and unlocked the screen using Jiang Xiaoran's birthday password.

Just then, a text message arrived: "Honey, are you asleep? Don't forget about the room we talked about at the hotel today."

Song Qiao thought for a moment and replied, "I understand, don't worry."

To avoid alerting her, Song Qiao didn't talk to her much.

Then she opened Jiang Ming's WeChat and searched for Zhao Xiaoya's WeChat. She saw the profile picture clearly and the nickname was "Ranran".

Zhao Xiaoya's nickname is the same as Jiang Xiaoran's "Ranran".

All the content in WeChat was deleted, except for this sentence from tonight. Jiu Xun sent the screenshot to her own phone and opened the transaction history on his phone.

To Song Qiao's surprise, there were no large expenditures, only the payments for breakfast in the past week.