In Qiao Mohan's heart, Su Qing has always been someone that he, Qiao Mohan, can bully, but no one else can.
Even if it was her own mother who bullied Su Qing, it was unacceptable.
Hearing Mrs. Qiao Jiang Manyun's voice, Qiao Mohan's face turned cold and he did not respond immediately.
Instead, he sat on the sofa indifferently and put on the slippers that the servant had just brought in.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Qiao ran over in a hurry, sent everyone around her away, and immediately grabbed Qiao Mohan's hand excitedly.
"Mo Han... hurry up, no need to change your shoes, go out quickly... go and bring Su Qing back, don't let her live outside alone."
Mrs. Qiao's attitude was very different from what Qiao Mohan expected.
He frowned, and finally raised his deep and slightly raised phoenix eyes: "Mom, what did you say?"
Mr. Qiao suspected that he had heard it wrong.
"I told you to go and bring Su Qing back home quickly. Don't let her live outside alone."
As she spoke, Mrs. Qiao sat down and whispered in her ear, "Don't hide it anymore. Mom knows everything... Are you cured? Did Su Qing cure you?"
"Son, let me tell you, although I don't like Su Qing's birth, and I don't like her arrogance and disrespect for elders, I care about you and I'm worried about you. I'm different from your father and grandfather... They both value bloodline and family background, but I don't care about these."
"Mom, do you already know what role Su Qing plays in my life?" Qiao Mohan was not as anxious as Mrs. Qiao imagined.
Instead, he turned his head and stared at Madam Qiao with his deep phoenix eyes, his gaze cold.
Jiang Manyun: "Yes, I understand. I am your mother, and it is my duty to care about you."
As if feeling a little guilty, Mrs. Qiao changed her tone and said, "Of course I came here to ask the servants about you, and also asked about your relationship with Amelia Su... Well, Mom admits that I did not like her before. But since she can serve you well, Mom can not care."
"Heh..." Qiao Mohan laughed softly, his voice slightly cold: "If you don't care, why did you use the 200 million check to slap her in the face?"
"I..." Jiang Manyun's throat was blocked for a moment, "Of course I didn't understand the situation at that time. If... If I had known that you must have her, how could I dare to let her go."
What a "must have her"
When Qiao Mohan heard his mother's description, the coldness in his eyes became even more intense.
Even in the eyes of his mother, who originally opposed his relationship with Su Qing, Qiao Mohan had become "the one and only Su Qing".
How could a man as arrogant and unruly as Qiao Mohan allow himself to be tied up and killed by a woman
If everyone thinks that he must be with Su Qing.
But he just doesn't want it.
"Alright, alright Mo Han, hurry up... hurry up and bring Su Qing back. This way, you can keep it a secret from your grandfather and get pregnant with a grandson. As long as Su Qing can give you another son, even if your grandfather doesn't want to agree, he'll probably be in a difficult position!"
Mrs. Qiao was so happy that she let the cat out of the bag in excitement.
What she said seemed fine at first glance.
But to the ears of a cunning person like Qiao Mohan, he felt something was wrong.
"Give birth to another son?" Qiao Mo's cold and stern brows suddenly tightened.
The word "again" sounded so incongruous, as if Su Qing had already given birth to a child for him.
Jiang Manyun immediately realized the ambiguity of her words, and she quickly changed the subject: "You already have Mu'er, a daughter, and if you have another son, it will be a perfect match."
"Having both a son and a daughter is such a blessing. You should bring Su Qing back home as soon as possible. As long as you work hard and give birth to a son soon, the old man will definitely not stop you."
Mrs. Qiao got nervous and said another wrong thing.
What does 'the old man will definitely not obstruct again' mean
It was as if the old man had once obstructed it.
The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. For a moment, Jiang Manyun's face turned ugly.
The doubt in Qiao Mohan's eyes grew little by little.
I will stop here for now. I can’t write due to overtime. I will make up for the lack of updates tomorrow or the day after tomorrow (to be continued)