Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1563 - 1564: Nearly Hit the Nail on the Head

Within the confines of the bathroom, the constant sound of rushing water filled the air. Chiang Qing gazed into the sink, her eyes devoid of tears, her crimson lips pressed into a tight line.

Ning Gang had ascended to power. Had the Loo Family not met its downfall, and had Jiang Conghe not been disgraced, perhaps it would have been he who stood at the pinnacle today, and she would not have been reduced to this pitiable state.

No, the moment Jiang Conghe callously confined her to the psychiatric ward, he had already disowned her. Even without the precarious existence under Gao Hongbo, she would likely have been lost in that desolate place.

It made no difference; in either scenario, her freedom was forfeited.

But Ning Gang, and more specifically, the Ning Family, Ning Ge...

Chiang Qing’s eyes fluttered shut as she conjured Ning Ge’s image. He had always maintained a cordial relationship with Cheng Su and the others, and the Ning Family commanded such influence. Moreover, Ning Ge harbored affections for Cheng Su. Could it be that his machinations were behind all the misfortunes she had endured?

And the Loo Family, succumbing to ruin so swiftly. Her grandfather, a man of immense caution, evidenced by the discreet safety nets he prepared for his descendants, had his empire crumble in a single, decisive blow. Was there an unseen hand that accelerated this collapse?

And such a person...

With the fall of the Loo and Chiang Families, the ultimate beneficiary was clear: the Ning Family, and likely including figures like Qi Taiguo.

Could they be responsible?

It must be acknowledged that when Chiang Qing’s judgment was not clouded by infatuation, her intellect was sharp. By no means of humble origin, the education and experiences she acquired from a young age were beyond the reach of ordinary individuals. Though Jiang Conghe played a significant role, she possessed her own innate talent that propelled her to become a military doctor.

Consequently, despite lacking concrete proof connecting Ning Ge and his associates to the downfall of the Chiang and Loo families, she could more or less discern the underlying truth.

"If only you hadn't been so adamant about being with Qi Taiguo, our family wouldn't have met this fate, and we wouldn't have fallen to such depths..." Jiang Conghe’s words reverberated in her mind.

Qi Taiguo, that man.

The mere mention of his name pierced Chiang Qing’s vulnerable heart like a shard of ice, inflicting such agony that she could barely remain upright.

She observed her reflection in the mirror, bewildered by her own obstinacy. Was it due to that persistent whisper in her heart, proclaiming him to be hers, that they were destined for happiness together?

Was this the reason for her unwavering resolve?

"What good is persistence? He doesn't want you at all!" The woman in the mirror, her exact double, taunted her with a sneer.

"No!" Chiang Qing cried out in protest.

"Xiao Chiang?" a voice inquired from beyond the door. "Are you alright?"

Chiang Qing, gasping for air, her head swimming, drew a deep, steadying breath.

Upon opening the door, Old Master Wang stood at the threshold. She managed a smile and inquired, "Old Master Wang, are you also in need of the bathroom?"

"I merely came to check if you were well?" Old Master Wang responded, his gaze lingering on her with a disconcerting mix of concern and something far less pure.

Meeting his eyes, Chiang Qing felt a violent lurch in her chest, a desperate urge to expel what little was in her stomach. She swiftly turned to the toilet and vomited uncontrollably.

Old Master Wang followed her, casually shutting and locking the bathroom door. He gently massaged her back, asking, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Chiang Qing waved a dismissive hand and turned on the faucet, rinsing her mouth before replying, "I am recovered, but thank you for your concern!"

The lingering effects of alcohol lent a captivating huskiness to her voice. Old Master Wang felt a surge of delight. "As long as you are well, I was merely concerned you might feel unwell." As he spoke, his hand drifted unbidden up and down her back.

Chiang Qing’s body tensed instantly. She whirled around, fixing him with a furious glare. "Old Master Wang, you!"

"My dearest, how I have missed you," Old Master Wang murmured, mistaking her reaction for coy resistance and immediately pulling her into an embrace.