Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife novel Chapter 1249

Chapter 1249: Chapter 1250: Chiang Qing Surviving in Hell

Chiang Qing, who Lu Zhenhua said was living a good life, never felt so miserable. Some time ago, she was indeed in hell, but at least she could still see the light of day.

Now, aside from high walls, she was surrounded by all kinds of crazy patients. She was merely surviving in this hell.

In the eyes of others, she was also a mental patient, crazy, so they injected her and made her take medicine.

Chiang Qing had been a military doctor, and she had seen psychiatrists before. She knew what these drugs were and that if she took them, her ’madness’ wouldn’t get better; in fact, it would worsen. Yet, these people, just like that Doctor Zhong, said it was for her own good!

How ridiculous!

Even after taking them, she’d end up like those people outside, half-crazy and incoherent, or in a fully mad state, stabbing glass shards into her own abdomen?

Chiang Qing dared not take them. She couldn’t take them. She didn’t want to die, not in such a miserable way.

Therefore, she had to act very obedient and quiet to avoid suffering and be able to leave here alive. Once she’s out, she would definitely, definitely make all those who sent her here pay with their lives.

However, not taking the medicine couldn’t stop the injections from being pushed into her body, which left her in a bit of a daze.

How long has she been here? A month? Two months, or even longer? She couldn’t remember.

Why hasn’t anyone come to get her out?

Chiang Qing stared blankly at the window, gazing at the crescent moon outside. The cold moonlight cast on her face was ghastly pale and terrifying.

No one would come to get her out, right? Jiang Conghe, he was the one who sent her in here, that old bastard!

She couldn’t rely on anyone. She had to rely on herself, only herself!

Chiang Qing gripped the iron bars of the window tightly, grinding her teeth.

Jiang Dafang, seeing this, said, "I should leave now. I’ll come to your office tomorrow!"

"Why leave? What time is it now? There’s still a lot to discuss with you about the preparations. Stay the night." Jiang Conghe glared at him, then turned a cold eye to Lu Shufen: "This is my home, also Dafang’s home. Why can’t he come?"

She and her father are becoming more domineering, less and less concerned with him. Despite today’s changed circumstances, he wasn’t subject to their orders and shouts anymore.

Jiang Dafang kept his composure, with no expression on his face, yet inwardly he was laughing.

The more intense the argument, the better—it could at least soothe his mother’s spirit in the heavens.

"Jiang Conghe, when did it become his home? This is our home!" Lu Shufen screamed.

Jiang Conghe shouted, "This is my home. I have the right to decide who stays here. This is my son. He has the right to live here." With that, he said to Jiang Dafang, "Come, let’s go upstairs to talk."