The company doesnât belong solely to Cheng Su; Ning Ge also has a share. Although that guy doesnât really manage the business, a significant decision like bringing in investment must be discussed with him.
So Cheng Su made a call to the Capital. Why hasnât he returned after so long? Is the matter over there still unresolved?
Cheng Su couldnât get in touch with Ning Ge. He was out, so she had to leave a message, asking Ning Family to relay it for him to call back.
The matter in the Capital was indeed unresolved. Ning Ge couldnât find peace until he personally confirmed that Chiang Qing was sent in.
Ning Ge was waiting for news from Jiang Dafang.
And Jiang Dafang? At that moment, he was having a meal with Jiang Conghe. In the small private room, seeing he barely touched his chopsticks, Jiang Dafang was in high spirits, a faint cold smirk on his lips.
These past events must have given Jiang Conghe a headache, right?
Jiang Conghe indeed had a headache. After Chiang Qing was discharged, she stayed at home. He wanted to send her to the United States immediately, but she even tore up the plane ticket. With Lu Shufen also blocking him, the plan to send Chiang Qing away was halted again.
"Dad, are you still thinking about Chiang Qing?" Jiang Dafang broke the silence.
Jiang Conghe glanced at him, looking a bit gloomy.
"Actually, thereâs no need for you to make this extra effort. Even if you send Chiang Qing to the United States, it wonât help. Sheâll still cause trouble for you!" Jiang Dafang remarked.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Conghe squinted at him.
"A person with hands, feet, and independent abilitiesânot to mention, you canât bind her hands and feetâif you send her to the United States, sheâs still capable of coming back without you knowing!" Jiang Dafang stated. "Sending her to the United States is really not a good solution."
Jiang Conghe furrowed his brows.
"Sending someone away is far less secure than keeping an eye on them under your own nose," Jiang Dafang said lightly. "And to prevent Chiang Qing from causing further trouble and dragging you down, thereâs only one way!"
"What way?" Jiang Conghe asked.
Jiang Dafang chuckled. "I dare not say, because if I do, youâll inevitably accuse me of being ruthless and plotting against you!"
"Speak!"
Jiang Dafang looked over, put down his chopsticks, and said, "I advise you to send Chiang Qing to a mental institution!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Congheâs pupils suddenly shrank, and without thinking, he grabbed the chopsticks on the table and hurled them at him, angrily saying, "Are you crazy too? Sheâs your sister. If sheâs sent to those places, can she still remain normal?"
He was angry that Chiang Qing constantly caused trouble and dragged him down, but she was also his biological daughter. Sending oneâs own daughter to a mental institutionâwhat was that?
Could a person remain normal after entering such a place?
And as for Jiang Dafang, what was his motive for making such a suggestion? Could it be that he couldnât let go, harboring resentment and hatred in his heart, wanting to eliminate this half-sibling?
Jiang Conghe, suspicious by nature, thought of this, and a flash of severity crossed his eyes.
Jiang Dafang saw it clearly, sneered internally, but didnât show a hint on his face. He casually picked up a napkin from the table and wiped his face, saying, "I knew I shouldnât have mentioned it!"
"You..."
"But think about it, where else can truly restrain her? She is ill; itâs only appropriate to get treatment. And if sheâs in a mental institution, she canât come out unless you take her. Can she still jump around causing you trouble?" Jiang Dafang said. "These one and a half years are crucial, arenât they? Sending her in is a matter of just a year and a half. When you securely hold that position, bring her out. If she still makes a fuss, then let herâwho cares? By then, youâll have become the Chief!"