Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1488 - 1489: Who Framed Her?

Gazing at Jiang Conghe’s enraged and distorted face, Chiang Qing sensed a rush of delight, a profound sense of liberation.

Exactly, her life had been a nightmare, with Gao Hongbo abusing and tormenting her endlessly; she dwelled in utter hell, devoid of happiness, so why should anyone else find joy?

Jiang Conghe stood as the initial target—this man who had personally thrust her into the abyss, her own flesh-and-blood father; she craved to witness his suffering too.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Conghe glared coldly at Chiang Qing.

"Naturally, I came to witness your downfall, your plunge into ruin, your pathetic state. Tsk tsk, the mighty Commander, now faring worse than a stray dog—did such a fate ever cross your mind?" Chiang Qing sneered.

"Enough chatter, now leave!" Jiang Conghe shot to his feet, refusing to continue the exchange, fully aware this infuriating girl had arrived just to rile him up.

"Off so soon? Not pleading for my help to spring you from this place?" Chiang Qing inspected her manicured nails casually as she remarked offhandedly.

Jiang Conghe shuddered, whipping around to face her, eyes blazing: "You’ve got a way out for me?"

A moment later, it hit him—she was free from the mental institution, meaning someone powerful had pulled strings for her release, since nobody had inquired about his whereabouts.

Jiang Conghe slumped back into his seat, demanding, "Who—who bailed you out of that place?"

He never imagined his daughter possessed such influential ties; he’d pleaded with everyone, only to face rejection, yet now someone backed Chiang Qing?

Disdain flickered briefly in Chiang Qing’s gaze, "The identity doesn’t matter. I’ve got questions for you!"

Believing she could secure his early release, Jiang Conghe bobbed his head eagerly, "Go ahead, ask away—Father will answer everything!"

"Who devised the scheme to lock me in the mental institution—you or Jiang Dafang?" Chiang Qing demanded.

Guilt-stricken, Jiang Conghe blurted out instantly, "It was all Jiang Dafang, that vile offspring—we got fooled, completely deceived by him. That scoundrel’s a wolf disguised as sheep, leading us all on a wild goose chase."

"Not us—you alone trusted him blindly, and that’s why you’re in this mess today." Chiang Qing scoffed, "I couldn’t care less about your father-son ties with Jiang Dafang; just explain how he convinced you to commit me there."

Jiang Conghe paused momentarily.

"Fine, keep silent then." Chiang Qing feigned departure.

"I’ll spill it, I’ll tell!" Jiang Conghe rushed to confess, recounting Jiang Dafang’s persuasive words verbatim, concluding with, "Qingqing, I truly never meant to send you there—I was duped, hoodwinked by him. I figured the institution’s doctors were experts, your instability needed professional care for swift recovery, and once I rose to Chief, I could fetch you out—that’s the reason..."

Chiang Qing ignored his emotional excuses entirely, "Do you know who Jiang Dafang’s scheming against?"

Jiang Conghe froze in shock—who could that be?

Noting his clueless expression, Chiang Qing realized he was oblivious, blind to any foul play with Jiang Dafang; a nobody suddenly gaining such prowess screamed hidden backing.

The identity of that shadowy figure—that’s what Chiang Qing sought desperately.

She burned to uncover who plotted against her!

She aimed to uproot them all, to settle every ounce of agony inflicted upon her. Jiang Dafang had hatched that vicious plot targeting her—who pulled his strings?

A hazy suspicion lingered in Chiang Qing’s mind, lacking proof, prompting her visit to grill Jiang Conghe; otherwise, would she waste time on this worthless father? As if!