Chiang Qing gazed at her reflection in the mirror, the pretty face that she used to have had lost its shape in just a few days, her skin was dull and lifeless, eyes lacked luster, and her hair was dry and yellow, sticking to her cheeks like a madwoman’s.
The beauty that had once been hers, he couldn’t even appreciate, and now this ugliness, he disdained it even more!
Chiang Qing looked at herself in the mirror with disgust. She glanced left and right, found a pair of scissors, and with a snip, cut off her long hair.
Why, why had her fate turned out this way? Why couldn’t she compare to a village wife? Why?
Chiang Qing frantically cut her hair, and soon, her once beautiful tresses were uneven and ragged. She screamed and threw the scissors towards the mirror.
Bang!
The glass shattered, sending pieces flying everywhere.
"Qingqing... Qingqing, what are you doing? Heavens, her dad, Old Chiang, come quick!" Lu Shufen screamed at the sight of the hair on the floor and the broken mirror.
Jiang Conghe rushed in quickly and, seeing the mess all over the floor and his daughter standing there dazed, was filled with rage.
"Come with me." Jiang Conghe grabbed Chiang Qing’s hand and dragged her out of the room, and upon seeing her disheveled hair, he couldn’t help but explode, "Look at you, what have you become!"
Chiang Qing shook off his hand, casting him a disdainful glance.
Grinding his teeth, Jiang Conghe said to Lu Shufen, "Grab whatever you can, and let’s go. Where’s Xiao Tian, Xiao Tian!"
Chiang Tian yawned as he walked out of the room and asked, "What’s happening?"
"Help your mother pack up; we’re going back to Beijing immediately," Jiang Conghe said.
Chiang Tian was stunned, but seeing the look on his father’s face, he didn’t dare argue. He just let out an "oh," and upon seeing Chiang Qing’s hair, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Sis, your hair!"
Chiang Qing gave him a cold look, then turned to Jiang Conghe.
"Don’t even start saying that you won’t go; you will have to leave no matter what you say," Jiang Conghe said before she could speak.
"I want to see Qi Taiguo. I won’t leave until I do," Chiang Qing stated.
Jiang Conghe was furious, "What did you say? Say that again!"
"Without seeing Qi Taiguo, I won’t leave, unless you carry my corpse out!" Chiang Qing said, lifting her chin defiantly.
"Qingqing..." Lu Shufen was heartbroken.
Slap!
Jiang Conghe slapped Chiang Qing’s face hard, roaring: "Are you threatening us? If you want to die, then go ahead and die, go on!"
Heaven, what sin had he committed to have begotten such a daughter who seemed bound to torment him!
Five vivid red finger marks appeared on Chiang Qing’s face.
"You’re insane, why did you hit her, you think she isn’t hurt enough?" Lu Shufen, protective of her daughter, rushed over, touched Chiang Qing’s face, and asked with pain, "Does it hurt, Qingqing? Mom will go get the ointment!"
Chiang Qing pushed her hand away and looked at Jiang Conghe expressionlessly, saying word by word, "I want to see Qi Taiguo!" She was indifferent to the slap mark, as if the slap hadn’t landed on her face at all.
Lu Shufen was stunned, crying out, "My daughter, stop being foolish. Why do you still want to see him? He only wants to kill you, how could he possibly see you? Why are you so foolish!" She cried while beating her own hand.
She’s possessed, utterly possessed, this daughter of hers.
Chiang Qing remained unresponsive, just staring straight at Jiang Conghe, her eyes brimming with resolve and stubbornness.
Jiang Conghe, looking into her indifferent eyes, stumbled back a step, pointed at her, but couldn’t utter a single word.