After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 28 The Password Lover's Birthday

Song Qiao went downstairs to the car, opened the door, and looked for Jiang Ming's other cell phone in the driver's seat.

I checked the door handles inside the car, and the glove box, but it wasn't there.

No? Did I hear wrong? But Song Qiao was still certain that Jiang Ming must have another cell phone that he could use to contact Zhao Xiaoya alone.

Just as Song Qiao was about to leave, she suddenly heard a WeChat notification sound.

Song Qiao followed the sound and found it in the back seat. She pulled out the backrest and found a small groove on it, just big enough to hold a cell phone.

No wonder Song Qiao once saw Jiang Ming come back from the balcony. He first got out of the driver's seat and then opened the back door. She thought he was taking something, but he didn't take anything. He always takes that one thing. It turns out he was putting his phone there.

Song Qiao took out her phone and tried to unlock it, only to find it was password protected. She then tried using Jiang Xiaoran's birthdate, but it wouldn't open.

Song Qiao sat in the car, wondering when Zhao Xiaoya's birthday was.

In recent years, Jiang Ming has been spending the night away from home every single day, or making excuses to leave.

Suddenly, she remembered August 7th of this year, when Jiang Ming said he was going out and hadn't come home for three days.

When I entered Zhao Xiaoya's birth date and birthday, the phone turned on.

You wouldn't believe it until you look inside; it contains every single money Jiang Ming transferred to Zhao Xiaoya, as well as their chat history.

Song Qiao sent the screenshots one by one to her phone, then put the phone back where it was and left.

After Song Qiao went upstairs, she saw that Jiang Ming was still asleep. She then looked at Jiang Xiaoran and realized that even though she hadn't given her any medicine that night, she was still sleeping soundly.

Song Qiao went to the study, found a USB drive, copied the contents of her phone, and put it in a safe place. Then she took out a calculator and started calculating the money Jiang Ming had transferred to Zhao Xiaoya.

It turns out that over the past six years, Jiang Ming transferred more than 12 million yuan to Zhao Xiaoya, not even counting the bags and clothes he bought for her.

This astonishing number left Song Qiao sitting there, unable to respond for a long time.

Sitting at her desk, Song Qiao dialed Liu Yan's phone number.

"Hey! Song Qiao, is there something you need calling me so late?"

"Liu Yan, where is your husband's law firm located? I'd like to consult her about something sometime."

When Liu Yan heard Song Qiao asking about her husband, she quickly gave her the address.

"Song Qiao, just let me know if you need my help."

Liu Yan is a yoga teacher. Although she is of average appearance, she has a great figure. During dinner, she encouraged everyone to sign up for a membership with her, saying that there would be discounts.

"Okay! I understand."

Song Qiao wasn't very familiar with Liu Yan, except for dinner tonight. Her impression of Liu Yan was that she was straightforward and enthusiastic, which seemed a bit out of place with her profession.

The two ended their call, and just as Song Qiao got up to leave the study, her phone rang. She took it out and saw that it was Wang Hongmei calling.

"Hey! Plum Blossom."

Only Song Qiao knew Wang Hongmei's nickname; no one else knew it.

"I haven't had time since I came back. When are you free? Let's have dinner together, and you can also treat me to a meal."

Song Qiao complained to her on the phone: "Wasn't it me who suggested the welcome dinner? Why did you ask for it yourself?"

"Don't you want me if you don't mention it? It's been three years since I last saw you, don't you miss me?"

Wang Hongmei was her best friend. They grew up together, but when she was in high school, her family moved abroad, which took them across the ocean. However, they still kept in touch.

Every year she buys clothes and toys for Jiang Xiaoran.

Wang Hongmei has been back for a week, and these past few days she has been going out shopping and opening her own studio.

Wang Hongmei sells figurines, a relatively new product in recent years. It's said that one can earn hundreds of thousands of yuan a year. Initially, she planned to have Song Qiao join her business, but Jiang Ming disagreed, so they eventually gave up.

"Who says I don't miss you? Haven't you been busy these past few days? I can't stop you from becoming a modern woman, can I?"

"You still know about modern women? Let me remind you, if you stay at home for another three years, your life will be ruined. Do you know how seriously disconnected your daughter is from society?"

“I know! That’s exactly what I was thinking about making a comeback. Your return is just in time. From now on, let’s all be modern women.”

The two chatted for a while, and then Song Qiao reminded her, "Night owl, I'm going to sleep. I'll come to your studio tomorrow to see what you're really up to."

"Okay! I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

After Song Qiao and Wang Hongmei ended their call, Song Qiao was about to leave with her phone when she saw another message from Lu Mingxuan.

"Qiaoqiao, are you asleep? I can't sleep and I want to talk to you."

Song Qiao glanced at it, deleted his text message, and went into the bedroom.

the next morning.

When Song Qiao woke up, Jiang Ming was still asleep. She turned over, looked at his disgusting face, and then closed her eyes again.

Finally, there was movement beside her; Jiang Ming was awakened by his cell phone ringing.

I stretched and sat up, twisting my neck and head. I felt weak, but I still prepared to get out of bed.

After glancing at Song Qiao, he quietly took her phone, checked that it had no password, and put it back.

Knowing that he had to go to work soon and that Song Qiao hadn't cooked yet, he nudged her: "Song Qiao, wake up!"

Song Qiao remained motionless, and Jiang Ming muttered under his breath, "Does this mean we need to increase the dosage?"

He reached his hand towards Song Qiao, about to open the drawer and take out the bottle of medicine, when Song Qiao turned over and opened her eyes: "Honey, what time is it?"

"It's seven o'clock, and you still haven't cooked dinner. I have to go to work!"

Jiang Ming's words were filled with dissatisfaction. Song Qiao looked at his tired appearance and said, "I've been so sleepy lately. What's wrong? I need to go to the hospital to get it checked out."

"What are you looking at? It must be because you've taken oryzanol that your sleep has improved. Hurry up and get up, make something simple for me to eat before I go to work."

Song Qiao stretched and glanced at Jiang Ming: "You should go out to eat. I feel very tired and don't have the energy to sleep a little longer."

Jiang Ming shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll go out to eat. Even with a full-time housewife at home, we still have to eat out."

Song Qiao pretended not to hear his complaints and reminded him as he was about to leave the bedroom: "Honey, let's go to buy a car together after I drop Ranran off. If Secretary Zhao has time, invite her along, since women tend to have similar tastes."

Song Qiao wanted to make Jiang Ming buy her a car in front of Zhao Xiaoya, because she liked to see Zhao Xiaoya's envious and jealous expression.

"I see!"

Jiang Ming walked out of the bedroom. Song Qiao stared at his back, feeling heartbroken over the money. Twelve million! Could a working-class family earn that much in a lifetime?

After Jiang Ming went downstairs, Song Qiao stood behind the bay window and watched him get out of the car, open the back door first, take out his phone, and then get into the driver's seat.