After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 62 Ma Fangfang is dead

After Jiang Xiaoran said this, Zhang Dalan immediately said, "See! I told you so. Ranran wouldn't hit someone for no reason. It's the teacher who's biased."

"Your teacher is biased towards Tong Yao. In what way is she biased?"

Zhao Xiaoya also became interested, looked up at Jiang Ming, and her eyes seemed to say: I knew it! Can this be blamed on the child?

“The teacher gives Tong Yao several little red flowers every day, but I don’t get any.”

Jiang Ming finally understood: Jiang Xiaoran was jealous of Tong Yao, which was why she hit her.

"If you behave well, won't the teacher give it to you too?"

Jiang Ming was still relatively rational at this moment.

“Her mother sweeps the streets, and her clothes are always tattered and ragged. Every time the teacher gives out toys, she wants them. I don’t want to give them to her because I’m afraid she’ll get the toys dirty, but she always takes them, so I have to hit her.”

Jiang Xiaoran finally revealed why she hit Tong Yao today.

"What did you use to hit her? She's covered in blood from head to toe!"

Jiang Ming was also frightened when he saw it. Tong Yao was sitting there in a small ball, and the doctor and everyone else could see the panic and helplessness in her eyes.

"I hit her with a small stool!"

As Jiang Xiaoran said these words, a victor's smile played on her lips.

"Jiang Xiaoran, don't you realize that hitting someone is wrong?"

Jiang Ming pointed at Jiang Xiaoran's nose, and it looked like a slap was about to land on her, but Zhang Dalan quickly went over to protect her: "This is not our Ranran's fault. It's that student's fault. He smells so bad and still tried to take our toys."

"mom!"

Jiang Ming glared at Zhang Dalan. He realized that most of Jiang Xiaoran's bad habits were due to her mother's spoiling.

"Alright! You've taken the money. Do you want to hurt your daughter again?"

The more Zhang Dalan said this in front of Zhao Xiaoya, the more she wanted a grandson.

The pie Zhao Xiaoya drew for her caught her eye.

Seeing Zhang Dalan like this, Zhao Xiaoya looked at Jiang Ming with satisfaction in her eyes: "Leave Xiaoya to me, I'll take good care of her, don't be angry."

After saying this, she looked up at Jiang Ming and asked, "Has Song Qiao been in the hospital the whole time? We've already paid the compensation, what is she still doing there?"

Zhao Xiaoya knew about the baby swap back then, and she worried that the matter would be exposed whenever the word "hospital" was mentioned.

"Isn't she in charge of the project? She went from the hospital to the construction site, and going to the construction site every day is a common occurrence for her."

Which construction site did she go to?

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaoya thought of a way to get rid of Song Qiao. If Song Qiao died on the construction site, wouldn't that make things easier to explain?

"I don't know either. She didn't tell me which of the nine construction sites to go to."

Jiang Ming doesn't want to take action right now. Haste makes waste. If something happens to Song Qiao now, Song Jianguo will definitely suspect something, and once he finds out, it'll be all over.

"I mean……"

"Alright, your idea won't work. I have a plan. The most important thing right now is for you to figure out how to get Ranran back to kindergarten, right?"

Jiang Ming has been very irritable these past few days. The company's accounts have been audited, and Jiang Xiaoran has caused him trouble again. This afternoon, he was tricked by Song Qiao into giving Tong Yao 500,000 yuan. He promised to lend Zhao Xiaoya the money and make it up to her next month.

"What did Song Qiao say?"

Zhao Xiaoya felt that her position was not legitimate and that it was inappropriate for her to bring Jiang Xiaoran to the kindergarten to cause a scene.

"She said Ranran should transfer to another school. The teacher has said this several times. If she doesn't transfer, she won't care anymore."

Jiang Ming glared at Jiang Xiaoran and said.

"You can't transfer there. That kindergarten is a public one, and it's very difficult to get in without connections. It's easier to get into the Experimental Primary School later."

Jiang Xiaoran was, after all, her biological daughter, and Zhao Xiaoya had considered her future.

“Then go to the kindergarten and drop it off. Just act as my secretary and tell them that we’re not transferring. If they force us to leave, you can argue with them.”

Jiang Ming had truly lost patience with the child, who repeatedly failed to change his ways, so he simply handed him over to Zhao Xiaoya and took his car keys to leave.

Zhao Xiaoya chased after her and asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Xiaoran is also Jiang Ming's daughter. You can't just dump her on him and then ignore her. There's no such thing as a free lunch.

"I'm going to the company to see if Song Qiao is back."

Jiang Ming felt overwhelmed and just wanted to get away and calm down.

When Lu Mingxuan and Song Qiao arrived at Ma Fangfang's house, they looked at the dilapidated courtyard and called out from outside the door, "Is anyone home?"

Hearing the shouts, an old woman emerged shakily from the courtyard, her hair disheveled and her eyes vacant: "Who are you looking for?"

"Is this Ma Fangfang's house?"

Seeing the old lady's appearance, Song Qiao wondered if she had come to the wrong house.

"I'm Fangfang's mother. What do you want with her?"

Upon hearing that it was Ma Fangfang's mother, Song Qiao quickly looked at her and asked, "We need to talk to her about something. Is she home right now?"

"You can't find her."

The old lady started wiping away tears after saying this.

Song Qiao and Lu Mingxuan exchanged a glance: "Where did Ma Fangfang go?"

"She's dead!"

Song Qiao and Lu Mingxuan were shocked: "She was working at the hospital just two weeks ago, how could she be dead?"

"She died in a car accident!"

The old lady became even more upset upon hearing this, and burst into tears, crying, "My Fangfang!"

Lu Mingxuan doubted it was true and looked at the old lady, asking, "Where did the car accident happen?"

The old woman raised her tear-streaked face, her expression sorrowful: "On her way home, she was hit by a car and couldn't be saved even after being taken to the town hospital."

Seeing the old lady so upset, Song Qiao quickly comforted her, "Don't cry, we just came to ask her something."

The old woman stopped crying and looked at Song Qiao: "Who are you? Are you Fangfang's colleagues?"

Lu Mingxuan replied, "I am Ma Fangfang's colleague. I have been trying to call her for the past few days, but I can't get through."

Upon hearing this, the old lady stood up, supporting herself on her knees, and said, "Come in first!"

Upon hearing that she was Ma Fangfang's colleague, the old lady's attitude softened considerably.

To verify whether this was true, Lu Mingxuan and Song Qiao went into that old house.

The house looked like it had been built for many years, and the furniture inside was broken. The old lady gave Lu Mingxuan and Song Qiao a small stool each and asked them to sit down.

Lu Mingxuan and Song Qiao didn't sit down. They saw that the room was filled with a mess of things, including clothes and paper money used for the dead.

There was a traditional Chinese eight-immortal table in the room, with a framed picture on it. The picture in the frame was of Ma Fangfang, whom they were looking for.

"Auntie, when did this happen?"

Ma Fangfang's death filled Lu Mingxuan with a sense of guilt. He had always thought she had escaped, but he never expected her to be dead.

"It's been seven days. Today is the seventh day after her death. I'm burning some paper money for her. When she was alive, no one cared about her or asked about her. Now that she's dead, that damned son-in-law and that unfilial son of hers are still abroad and haven't come back."

Lu Mingxuan knew that Ma Fangfang's husband and son were abroad, and so did the people at the hospital.

Seven days? If there had been a car accident, it would have been on the news. Lu Mingxuan quickly took out his phone and opened Jiangcheng News.

To his surprise, there were indeed car accident-related results when he searched for them, and they even included pictures.

The accident scene was gruesome; there were traffic police and a Wuling van with its license plate number, which Lu Mingxuan had Song Qiao write down.

A person was lying on the ground, their face blurred, and next to them was an electric scooter, both of which were smashed.