Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1487 - 1488: You’re Not Even as Good as a Dog

After several months, Chiang Qing finally stood on the street for the first time. No, actually it had been over a year, perhaps even more?

Ever since being confined in the mental institution, she hadn't stepped foot on the streets. Even upon release, that old bastard had kept her restricted to the manor.

Now, though, she breathed in the scent of freedom.

Yes, freedom—it was truly so valuable.

"Miss Chiang, time to get in the car!"

A voice urged her from behind. Chiang Qing's expression soured—even free, the old bastard had sent watchers after her, pretending it was for protection, but really?

Chiang Qing sneered silently and climbed back into the car.

Prison.

Jiang Conghe felt shock upon hearing of a visitor. Who on earth would visit him?

Entering the visitation room, his eyes widened in shock at the sight of her, and he lunged forward: "Qingqing, why, why are you here? Who brought you out? Are you all better?"

With arms crossed, Chiang Qing eyed the gray-haired, withered old man before her, her lips twisting into a frosty smile.

That smile caused Jiang Conghe's heart to clench inexplicably.

"Commander Chiang, do you still worry about my illness? Care who freed me from there? When you and that bastard Jiang Dafang threw me in back then, did it cross your mind I'd ever get out? Or are you frightened now that I have?" Chiang Qing's tone was icy cold.

The title "Commander Chiang" made Jiang Conghe's face flush red immediately. Commander Chiang? He was just a lowly prisoner now.

Still, Jiang Conghe clung to some remnants of pride. Chiang Qing was his daughter after all, and he her father. How dare she speak to him with such disdain?

"Is this how you speak to your father?" Jiang Conghe reined in his fury with effort.

"Father?" Chiang Qing erupted in sharp, scornful laughter, jabbing a finger at Jiang Conghe: "How dare you call yourself my father? What kind of father betrays his daughter by sending her to a mental institution? Pathetic."

"Enough!" Jiang Conghe growled deeply: "I did it for your sake; your illness flared up constantly, so I sent you for real treatment..."

"Bullshit!" Chiang Qing snapped, cutting him off: "Drop your fake benevolence. Jiang Dafang told me the truth. It was all for your career—you feared I'd shame you in public and ruin your shot at becoming Commander Chiang. I was a liability, so you dumped me in that hellhole."

As she raged, Chiang Qing slammed her palms on the table, her eyes blazing blood-red at Jiang Conghe. Her ghostly pale face made her seem like a wrathful specter, causing him to shrink back instinctively in terror.

Could this be his daughter? The stunning beauty he once cherished like a delicate flower?

Jiang Conghe gulped hard, his voice harsh yet quivering: "You're being insolent!"

Chiang Qing laughed once more, easing back into her seat: "Insolent? Damn right I am—so what? Can you shove me back into the mental institution? Do you still wield that power? Think you're the mighty Commander Chiang? Let me tell you, you're worth less than a stray dog."

"You—you insolent brat!" Jiang Conghe's finger shook as he pointed at her.

Chiang Qing flashed a alluring smile, tracing her cheek: "What, tempted to slap me again? Go on, do it!"

Jiang Conghe stared daggers at her, fury threatening to erupt, his mouth contorted in wrath.