C2073 This Way of Meeting
C2073 This Way of Meeting
The gloomy sky seemed to be about to rain heavily. Even the air was thin. It was already early in the morning. Qiao Anan, who had just fallen asleep not long ago, was suddenly woken up. She opened her eyes and saw her mother, who was covered in hair, standing beside her bed. She was holding a phone tightly in her hand.
"Anan, get up. Hurry up. I know where your father is. This time, I must catch him. I want to see who that shameless Mo is. You go forward and tear her face apart for me." Her mother bent over and pushed her hard. She thought that she was not awake and spoke very loudly.
"Mom, how late is it? Are you still going?" Qiao Anan was not used to seeing things. Her mother was always suspicious. Since she was thirteen years old, she had taken her to catch her father's rape from time to time. However, she made jokes several times. Her father seemed to be even colder to her. Was she not going to give up?
"I have to go. Are you my biological son or not? Don't you care whether I live or die?" Mother Qiao suddenly cried out in grief, tears streaming down her face.
"Good, good, good, good, good. I'll go and change my clothes..."
"Stop changing. It's not like we're going to the show. We're going to catch the traitor. Hurry up and go downstairs. You can drive." Mother wiped her tears and gritted her teeth. She turned around and stomped downstairs.
Qiao Anan looked at the pajamas on her body. Fortunately, they were thick and did not reveal anything. She could only pull her long hair in pain and get off the bed. This was really the last time. If there was a next time, she would be afraid that her parents would divorce.
Qiao Anan drove to a five-star hotel while listening to her mother's complaints and curses.
Snap! Above her head, a bolt of lightning flashed. The deafening sound scared Qiao Anan so much that she shivered like a dog. She covered her ears and dragged her mother into the hotel, afraid that she would be struck by lightning.
However, Qiao Anan's mother acted as if she had not heard the thunder. Her heart was as dead as ashes. Her life that she had been running for many years was on the verge of collapse. How could she be afraid of death? Even if she wanted to die, she had to bring her
Qiao Anan immediately told the hotel receptionist to look for someone. The hotel receptionist looked at her in confusion.
The mother and daughter entered the elevator along the way. The two of them were wearing pajamas, and their hair was spread out like a female ghost asking for her life. It was truly frightening.
"What's the room number?" Qiao Anan asked.
"Top floor, presidential suite, room 5508." His mother's eyes were red and swollen. Her eyes were lifeless, but she was excited. Obviously, she had full confidence this time.
"Anan, take out your phone and take pictures of that shameless woman later. I will make her lose her reputation." Mother Qiao gritted her teeth with hatred.
"Oh, I know." Qiao Anan took out her phone and turned it into camera mode.
The elevator rang. The mother and daughter quickly ran to the corridor and found the room number.
"Mom, the door doesn't seem to be closed." Qiao Anan looked at it with a sharp gaze. The heavens were really helping her mother and daughter. The door was actually ajar.
"Go in and take a picture. Hurry up and take a picture. Don't let that little slut go." Mother An angrily pushed the door open and entered. She shouted loudly at her daughter.
Qiao Anan immediately went in with her phone in her hand. She ran to the bedroom from the living room, her movements smooth and skillful.
In the bedroom, a tall figure was wearing a towel. He was about to change his clothes when he suddenly saw the woman who had barged in. She was holding the phone in her hand and pointing it at him. His cold eyes instantly turned gloomy as he asked angrily, "Who are you?"
"Huh? Not my father?" Qiao Anan's beautiful eyes were instantly stunned. She quickly put down her phone and apologized before turning around and running out.
"Mom, I took the wrong picture. It's not Dad. Did you get the wrong room number again?" As Qiao Anan ran out, she grabbed her mother's arm and took her out of the room.
"Not your father's room? That's impossible. This room is located on my phone. Is it next door?" Mama Qiao was crying so hard that her eyes were dizzy, so she misread the number.
"Don't make a mistake again." Qiao Anan was speechless to her mother. The scene just now was really awkward.
"No way. This is the room." Qiao Anan's mother wanted to knock on the door.
Qiao Anan grabbed her arm. "Let me do it."
At that moment, a tall and young man came out of the door. Gu Beiyuan stared coldly at the mother and daughter outside the door.
Qiao Anan was no longer ashamed. She knocked on the door gently and said to the room in a professional voice, "Dear guest. Hello, there is a room downstairs that is on fire. Please leave now."
Soon, the door was opened quickly. It was Father Qiao. At the same time, a woman's frightened voice came from inside. "Old Qiao, is it on fire? Let's run."
"Where are we going? You bitch!" Mother Qiao immediately screamed and rushed in. Qiao Anan quickly raised her phone and ran inside.
"Ah, Old Qiao, help me! Your tigress is pulling my hair!" A woman's scream came from inside.
Qiao Anan raised her hand and took a picture of the woman. Suddenly, she saw that her mother seemed to be at a disadvantage. She quickly put her phone in her bag and joined the fight.
"Let go of my mother, you slut.
"No, I won't let go. Aiya, my hair..."
The three women in the room were torn into pieces. Father Qiao watched coldly from the side. In the end, he roared in anger, "Zhang Xiuying, Qiao Anan, get out of here."
Father Qiao's voice made the three men stop. Qiao Anan's face was torn. The mother and daughter were both in a sorry state.
"Qiao Dawei, I want to divorce you." Zhang Xiuying shouted at the top of her voice.
"Okay, leave as soon as the sun rises. Get lost." Father Qiao came over and pulled the mother and daughter out of the room. "Zhang Xiuying Zhu, I've had enough of you. Get out of here."
Qiao Anan stood by the door with a pale face. Seeing the tears in her mother's eyes, she gritted her teeth and held her mother's hand. "Let's go back. Don't mess with him anymore. People like him won't change."
When she passed by the door, Qiao Anan heard a heavy door close. Her heart trembled and she looked at the door. She was upset when she thought of the gloomy look on the man's face when she barged into the door.
In the elevator, Zhang Xiuying leaned against the wall of the elevator with a pale face. Her eyes were blank. "Anan, why are you not a son?"
Qiao Anan's face froze. It was here again. Was her mother going to study for the rest of her life?
"How nice would it be if you were a son? Your dad wouldn't ignore you so much. He wouldn't dare to divorce me." Zhang Xiuying covered her face and cried with endless sorrow.
Qiao Anan looked up at the sky. There was a sense of inferiority in her eyes. Yes, why wasn't she a son?
Was it because she was not a son that her mother did not have a happy marriage?
Her father ran out of the house day after day to find the women outside to punish him. That was true. Was it because she was not a son?
But who had the ability to choose their own birth? She also wanted to be a son. She also wanted to be valued by others, and wanted to be born into a happy and beautiful family. She did not look like she was now, but in reality, she was already rotten to the core. People outside even called her the eldest daughter of the Qiao family, but her clothes and food were just appearances. She lived a terrible life.
"Mom, you can divorce. I'll rent a house outside to support you. I won't study anymore. I'll go to work. It's better than living in the Qiao family. I see people's faces and live a good life." Qiao Anan finally made up her mind. She was going to leave the disappointing Qiao family with her mother.
"Divorce?" Zhang Xiuying raised her head with a blank face. She had never thought of divorce. If she did, she would be nothing. Now, outsiders still respected her as Mrs. Qiao. Her daughter was the eldest daughter of the Qiao family. If she left, she would be nothing.