Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss - Ch. 18

“Kept secretly?”

Su Qiao’s face was expressionless, her gaze cold.

“Do I look like I’m poor? How do I remember that my parents left me quite a bit of wealth?”

A trace of sarcasm tugged at the corner of her lips.

“With my looks and the assets that I inherited, I wouldn’t need to stoop so low as to be kept like a plaything. If Mrs. Qin enjoys such hobbies, you’re welcome to indulge, especially since your family went bankrupt long ago and still owes a mountain of debt. Unlike me. Even though my parents are gone, they left me enough to live lavishly for a lifetime.”

As if she’d covet her son.

And dare suggest making her a concubine? Did Mrs. Qin think her son was an emperor or something?

What a joke — three palaces and six courtyards. It was laughable.

[Host, your character setting!]

444 was stressed.

‘What’s the worry? Right now, it’s he who wants me to stay, not the other way around. That Qin scumbag is after the shares of the Su Corporation in my hands, wanting me to be the scapegoat for him and his mistress. And I’m supposed to endure it like a mistreated wife?’

She wasn’t planning to endure anything.

[… oh.]

444 actually thought she made a lot of sense.

“You… you…?”

Mrs. Qin pointed at her, almost too angry to breathe.

Qin Yu quickly supported his mother, then turned a sharp, assessing gaze to Su Qiao.

“Qiao Qiao, what are you talking about?”

Su Qiao showed no fear, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Did I say something wrong? Am I not beautiful enough? Do I not have enough wealth? Or are you suggesting that with my looks and assets, I couldn’t find an excellent man who loves me?”

What a joke. With her current condition, if she announced her availability, the line of suitors would probably circle the capital.

Hmph. She wasn’t the original clone, who would have foolishly cared for this weakling of a man.

In her eyes, Qin Yu was both hypocritical and cruel, utterly useless in terms of strength — a total waste of space.

And trash belonged in the trash can.

Qin Yu’s eyes flashed with anger at her words, his brows furrowing tightly.

But soon, as if recalling something, he suppressed the rage and irritation in his eyes.

He urgently grasped her hand, crouching by the bedside with a face full of sincerity.

“Qiao Qiao, please don’t say things in anger, okay? We’ll always be together. I’ve told you before, my wife can only be you—no one else.”

Then, turning to his mother with a stern expression, he added.

“Mom, stop saying things that upset Qiao Qiao. She’s just been in a car accident and is injured. She’s already uncomfortable, and now you’re making it worse. Are you doing this on purpose?”

Looking at the hand tightly clutching hers, Su Qiao felt a wave of nausea.

She had let her guard down and got dirty again.

How disgusting.

If it were before, she would’ve slapped him already.

The faster she dealt with these vermin, the better — just looking at them annoyed her.

Mrs. Qin was furious. She had tried to discuss things in good faith, but now it seemed she was the villain.

And this lowly woman, Su Qiao, kept opposing her.

Overcome with anger, she shouted.

“If I don’t say anything, the Qin family will become the laughingstock of City B!”

The wedding was imminent — how could she not be anxious?

She had never approved of Su Qiao, and now, at such a critical moment, she had turned herself into this mess.

What a jinx!

Unbeknownst to the people in the hospital room, the door, left ajar, had been pushed slightly open at some point.

A tall figure stood there, his gaze dark and fixed on the two clasped hands inside.

He seemed ready to burn a hole in them.

“President…”

Lin Shen arrived, sweating profusely, only to see his CEO standing at the doorway of Su Qiao’s hospital room.

The man’s expression was terrifyingly grim, his entire presence radiating icy hostility.

Just as Lin Shen was about to speak again, Qin Mohan kicked the door open and strode in.

His icy gaze swept over Qin Yu and his mother.