coobybook Chapter 1 Reborn
Chapter 1 Reborn
When Song Qiao woke up, she couldn't find the bricks and rubble of the unfinished building, nor the six men who had taken off their clothes to attack her, nor did she see fifteen-year-old Jiang Xiaoran.
Where is Jiang Xiaoran?
She looked around, and the scene had completely changed.
This is Liyuan Residential Area in the center of Jiangcheng City. Everything in my home looks the same as it did ten years ago.
Song Qiao remembered clearly that the house was built in the city center.
Her parents bought it as part of her dowry when she got married.
This house is close to the school and is in a good school district. Although it's not very big, my parents spent all their savings to buy it.
At this moment, the owl quartz clock on the wall is pointing to five o'clock in the afternoon.
She lay in bed feeling weak all over, as if she had caught a cold and had a fever. She had just taken a nap, and her head was still spinning.
She remembered feeling unwell at the time and called Jiang Ming. He said he was busy at the construction site and told her to take some medicine and get some sleep.
When I woke up, everything had changed.
She looked down at her clothes; it was the same long dress and cardigan she wore ten years ago. The leaves outside the window had turned yellow, as if it were autumn ten years ago.
With a sense of doubt, she got up and looked at herself in the mirror next to her. The mirror showed her young appearance; this was what she looked like at thirty.
But she's clearly forty years old, so how did she become thirty? Was she reborn?
So Jiang Xiaoran is only five years old now?
She clearly remembered that just a moment ago she was on that unfinished building in the east of the city, surrounded by several thugs who were about to assault her.
She remembered the specifics.
She was preparing lunch for her daughter Jiang Xiaoran at home when she suddenly received a call from an unknown number. She picked up her phone and answered it.
On the phone, Jiang Xiaoran was crying. She said that she had been kidnapped by criminals who told her to quickly bring 100,000 yuan to the unfinished building in the east of the city to rescue her. If she was late, the kidnappers said they would rape and then kill her.
She heard Jiang Xiaoran's cries for help on the phone and, as if possessed, took off her apron and ran out of the kitchen.
Just as she was about to call Jiang Ming, the number rang again. Song Qiao answered it hastily, her heart pounding.
This time it was the robbers calling again, and the call was threatening.
"Don't call the police, don't call anyone, or your daughter will die a terrible death. You have half an hour to bring the money over, we won't wait a minute longer."
Jiang Xiaoran's screams came from the phone.
Song Qiao cried and begged them not to touch Jiang Xiaoran, promising to take the money over immediately.
Jiang Xiaoran is only fifteen years old. Although she is rebellious and often fights and skips classes, she has been trying to educate and change her.
If she is defiled in her prime, how will she ever get married?
In her panic, she remembered the 100,000 yuan deposit Jiang Ming had given her yesterday, grabbed it, and ran out.
I went out and hailed a taxi, asking the driver to hurry to the bank.
The driver looked at her worriedly and asked her what she needed the money for, but before she could answer, she ran into the bank.
After arriving, she discussed with the staff that she urgently needed the money and asked them to withdraw it for her immediately.
Seeing her flustered appearance, the staff even asked her: "Has something happened? Should we call the police?"
Song Qiao shook her head, saying that she needed money to save her life at the hospital.
How could she call the police? What if they kill her? She only has this one daughter.
Upon hearing that she needed the money to save her life at the hospital, the staff quickly helped her withdraw the money. She took the money and ran out of the bank, then took a taxi to an unfinished building in the east of the city.
When she got there, she found that construction on the building had stopped and there were bricks and rubble everywhere. She didn't know which floor Jiang Xiaoran was on.
She called out Jiang Xiaoran's name and searched up the floors, eventually reaching the fourth floor.
Just as she was about to call Jiang Ming, she saw Jiang Xiaoran walk out from the side. Strangely, she was perfectly fine, but she was accompanied by six thugs who followed her like lackeys.
Ignoring everything else, he ran over to pull Jiang Xiaoran to his side, but the thugs blocked his way.
"Behave yourself! Hand over the money."
Song Qiao hurriedly handed over the money: "Here's the 100,000 yuan you wanted, release my daughter!"
She opened the bag, which was full of hundred-yuan bills.
The robber's gaze shifted from the money to Song Qiao's face, and he reached behind her and touched her chest, grinning wickedly.
“Your daughter is right. She’s forty years old, but her skin is like a young girl’s. She’s also very beautiful. Look at her figure, she’s more charming than a young girl. We guys like her just the way she is.”
Everyone laughed after he said that, including Jiang Xiaoran.
The one who spoke even touched Song Qiao's butt: "Tsk tsk! Look at that waist, that butt, it's fucking awesome."
Song Qiao roared angrily, "Get out of the way!"
Then he looked at Jiang Xiaoran, who was standing to the side with a smug expression: "Xiaoran, what's going on?"
"Haha! Song Qiao, you're really stupid. Can't you see? I arranged all these people to bring you here. Today I'll tell you the truth: I'm not your biological daughter at all. Your daughter died five years ago."
Song Qiao's head was spinning, and Jiang Xiaoran continued to provoke her: "Because of you, I haven't been able to live with my biological mother for fifteen years. Only when you die can our family be reunited."
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoran did not look fifteen years old at all; she had an adult's wicked smile on her face.
As she spoke, Jiang Xiaoran walked step by step toward Song Qiao until she cornered her by the window.
Song Qiao thought she was arguing with her because of her rebelliousness. The two had been arguing frequently lately. Could it be that she hated her?
"Xiao Ran, don't be like this. Mom is usually strict with you, but it's all for your own good."
Song Qiao thought Jiang Xiaoran said those things to get back at her.
"You damned woman, you're about to die and you're still dreaming. I'll say it again: she's not your daughter. Your daughter died fifteen years ago!"
Jiang Xiaoran shouted loudly.
Song Qiao understood this time; what Jiang Xiaoran said seemed to be true.
"What are you still standing there for? Don't you want the 100,000 yuan?" Jiang Xiaoran turned around and glanced at the boys standing next to her.
"Yes! Yes! Today we're going to taste the flavor of a mature woman, brothers, let's begin."
Looking at the six lewd boys, Song Qiao was so angry at her own stupidity that she spat out blood. She had been tricked into coming here by the daughter she had raised, and now she was going to be raped by these men in front of her.
In her shock, she also noticed that Jiang Xiaoran's phone was recording a video.
Let's begin!
"Wait!"
Jiang Xiaoran was raised with great care and love. She quit her job to become a full-time mother. Over the years, she braved wind and rain to take her to school. She never imagined that her daughter would end up like this.
"Are you Zhao Xiaoya and Jiang Mingsheng's son?"
She suddenly remembered that once when she brought Jiang Xiaoran to the company, Zhao Xiaoya treated her exceptionally well.
She wanted to know everything before she died.
"Song Qiao, since you raised me for fifteen years, I'll tell you the truth: my biological mother is Zhao Xiaoya."
To drive Song Qiao to her death, she continued, "Yesterday, the three of us went to Sanya. Look, this is a photo of my dad and mom together."
Jiang Xiaoran zoomed in on her phone screen, which showed a happy family photo of the three of them.
"There's also a recording here!"