"Oh, that's right. How could you care about your husband having a child with another woman when you can find a mistress and a surrogate for your son?"
"Xiao Qiao..." Cheng Haoming saw that Su Qiao was getting more and more outrageous and couldn't help but look at her pleadingly.
"You..."
Mrs. Cheng pushed her son away and rushed forward to slap Su Qiao in the face.
Qi Muhan stretched out his hand to block her, and with a cold face, he pushed her away.
"Do you think I'm dead?"
How dare you lay hands on his woman in front of him? You simply want to die.
Mrs. Cheng took several steps back and almost fell to the ground. It was her son Cheng Haoming who helped her up.
"Mrs. Cheng, why are you so angry? You spent a lot of money to find Mei Yuxin to continue the Cheng family's incense. Now she has given birth to an heir for the Cheng family. Shouldn't you be happy?"
“You…you…” Mrs. Cheng pointed at Su Qiao, rolling her eyes in anger and almost fainting.
Cheng Haoming quickly comforted her.
Looking at his mother who was so angry that she couldn't breathe, he couldn't help but look at Su Qiao again pleadingly: "Xiao Qiao, I beg you, please stop talking, okay?"
Su Qiao's face turned cold and he looked at him mockingly: "Cheng Haoming, now you know you can't stand it?"
"What did you tell me at the beginning? You said that after you and Mei Yuxin had a child, you would bring him home for me to raise and let me treat him as my own son."
"Haha, why, now that it's your turn, you can't accept it? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"I… "
Cheng Haoming opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
At first he wishfully thought that Xiao Qiao would be willing to accept a child who was related to him by blood because she herself could not have children.
After all, in a big family, if a woman doesn't have a son, she will have no one to rely on in the future.
He took those things for granted.
Su Qiao sneered and continued, "You can ask me to raise a mistress's child as my own, so why can't you accept a brother who has the same blood as you?"
"Don't you want an heir? Now you have a younger brother, and the Cheng family also has an heir who can share responsibilities with you. How great!"
Mrs. Cheng finally caught her breath and spat fiercely without any image: "You are talking nonsense! He is a bastard, a bastard, we will never acknowledge him."
"Son, let's go. With mom here, they won't be able to take even a piece of the Cheng family away from us!"
Cheng Haoming took one last deep look at Su Qiao and followed his mother into the car.
Xiao Qiao is right.
He can't be without both talent and talent.
He must take everything in the Cheng family away from his father.
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Su Qiao narrowed his eyes, turned around and got into the car.
Next, the Cheng family will stage a drama of father and son fighting for the family property.
Host, you are not caring about him or encouraging him, but you want them to fight among themselves and bring down the Cheng family, right
"Don't talk nonsense. Am I such a person?"
Su Qiao took off his hat and put it on the back seat.
You're not... No way!
Qi Muhan did not drive the car immediately. Instead, he took out the moisturizing box, opened the lid, poured her a cup of ginseng tea, fed her a drink, and then said, "Now that you have let out your anger, do you feel better?"
Su Qiao showed him a row of white and neat teeth: "Not just a little bit, but a lot more."
Her mission should be coming to an end soon.
In fact, even she didn't expect it to be so smooth.
Qi Muhan smiled and reached out to scratch her nose: "So now you can go home with me with peace of mind?"
"Of course." Su Qiao nodded with a smile.