After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 21 Scars on the Arm

On the way back, Song Qiao sat in the passenger seat.

“Weren’t you always afraid of dogs? Why aren’t you afraid today? Do you remember when we were in high school, I used a radar doll to scare you, and you got angry and smashed it?”

Hearing Lu Mingxuan mention this, Song Qiao looked heartbroken: "There's a saying: 'A mother's love makes her strong,' but I gave this great maternal love to the wrong person."

Lu Mingxuan looked at Song Qiao with a puzzled expression. Even if the child she had now was not her biological child, she had still raised it.

There's a saying that the kindness of raising a child is greater than heaven. He looked at her with a puzzled expression, wondering if there was any affection between her and her adopted daughter.

Song Qiao couldn't tell Lu Mingxuan about her rebirth, so she just said one sentence to cover it up: "I'm not afraid of dogs because I've fought dogs to the death, and I won in the end."

Then Song Qiao told a story.

“When Jiang Xiaoran was three years old, I took her to play in the park. While she was playing, a dog suddenly ran over from the side. The dog seemed to go crazy and knocked Jiang Xiaoran to the ground.”

Thinking back on that past event, Song Qiao still feels lingering fear.

“Three-year-old Xiao Ran was bitten on the arm by a dog. At that moment, I was afraid that the dog was gone. I was even more afraid that my child would be bitten or killed by the dog. I ran over and snatched my child from the dog’s mouth. I grabbed the dog’s neck. At that moment, I completely forgot how afraid I used to be of dogs.”

“When I was attacking the dog with my feet and hands, it let go of Jiang Xiaoran and started to pounce on me. By then, I had exhausted most of my strength fighting the dog, and I was finally knocked to the ground by it.”

Song Qiao looked at the road ahead with a faint sadness in her eyes. At this moment, she was not sad because she had been bitten by a dog, but because she was sad that Jiang Xiaoran was not her biological daughter.

“A young man who was fishing saw me being tackled to the ground by a dog. He ran over with a stick and started hitting the dog on the head. The dog bit my arm hard and showed no sign of letting go. At this time, a few more people came and joined the fight between man and dog. In the end, the dog tore off a piece of flesh from my arm and ran away.”

After hearing Song Qiao finish telling her story, Lu Mingxuan slammed the car to a stop and grabbed her arm without thinking.

"It's the right arm!"

Apart from Jiang Ming's family, Song Qiao didn't tell her parents about this.

Lu Mingxuan pulled her right arm over, rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, and a conspicuous scar appeared before his eyes.

"Don't look!"

Song Qiao felt that the scar was ugly. Even in the summer, she wore long-sleeved dresses and clothes and dared not show it.

"passive!"

Lu Mingxuan gently stroked the scar: "Qiaoqiao, does it still hurt?"

It's been two years since the scar was removed, and Jiang Ming hasn't even taken a good look at it. After it was treated at the hospital, his first words were: "We're already married. I don't mind that you're not married, and nobody else does. There's no need for plastic surgery."

At this moment, Lu Mingxuan lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the scar: "I can feel how much it hurt back then, Qiaoqiao..."

Lu Mingxuan swallowed hard, hiding his heartache, and suddenly he reached out and hugged Song Qiao: "If only I could bear all this for you!"

Song Qiao heard the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing, and his eyes reddened.

"Mingxuan, it's all over now, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Because of the scar on her arm, she went to the hospital countless times to clean the wound, get skin grafts, and get tetanus shots. Each time, she rode her electric scooter back and forth in the sweltering summer heat.

Jiang Ming's reason for coming home and seeing her was that he was too busy at the company, and he would accompany her after this busy period.

Song Qiao waited for half a year, and Jiang Ming never mentioned that she had been bitten by a rabid dog again.

Song Qiao broke free from Lu Mingxuan's embrace and wiped away her tears: "It's all better now, it doesn't hurt anymore, it just looks a little ugly!"

Lu Mingxuan looked down and said, "I know a plastic surgery master abroad. I'll take you there when I have time."

In high school, Song Qiao loved wearing white dresses. The white dresses made her slender arms look even more beautiful. Lu Mingxuan always liked to watch her arms and hands move slightly when she wrote, and it was always a pleasure to see.

Gently lowering Song Qiao's sweater sleeve, Lu Mingxuan turned to look at Song Qiao and said, "From now on, I will protect you and never let you get hurt again."

Song Qiao didn't know the kind of hurt he was talking about, but she felt numb both mentally and physically.

Looking back now, Jiang Ming's claim of being busy with work was actually just a pretext for him to be fooling around with Zhao Xiaoya.

“Mingxuan, five years ago I didn’t believe what you said and listened to Jiang Ming. Today I have to bear all of this. But it’s not too late for me to see things clearly now. After I find my daughter, I will divorce Jiang Ming.”

The car was parked on the side of the road, and the atmosphere inside was very quiet. Lu Mingxuan could hear Song Qiao's sorrowful heart.

"I will help you find the child as soon as possible, and I will also help you find a lawyer if you get a divorce."

Song Qiao had been a full-time housewife for five years and had long since become disconnected from society. She didn't keep in touch with many of her old friends, except for Wang Hongmei, who had just returned from abroad. Wang Hongmei called her the day before yesterday, saying that she was busy with the procedures for returning to China and that she wanted to have a meal with Song Qiao. Wang Hongmei also said that she missed Song Qiao.

Divorce requires a lawyer, and Song Qiao didn't want her father involved. She would feel more confident if Lu Mingxuan helped her.

"it is good!"

Song Qiao didn't say thank you; Lu Mingxuan didn't like hearing her say thank you.

"Let's go, Jiang Xiaoran will be out of school soon. I don't want Jiang Ming to know that I'm looking for my child."

Just as Song Qiao finished speaking, her phone rang. She picked it up, glanced at it, and frowned. "It must be Jiang Xiaoran causing trouble at school again. Her teacher called me."

Lu Mingxuan glanced down and said, "Tell her to find Jiang Ming!"

"Never mind, the teacher will be anxious if something goes wrong, I'll take it."

"Hello! Teacher Zhang."

“Mother Jiang Xiaoran, what’s wrong with your daughter? She’s having problems at least eight times a day, and it’s not a new problem.”

Hearing the teacher's complaint, Song Qiao quickly apologized: "Teacher, I'm sorry, could you please tell me what she did this time?"

"She took a paintbrush and drew things on all the children's clothes. All the children in the class are crying. Come quickly and bring money to deal with this."

Lu Mingxuan heard the teacher's tone on the phone. He turned to look at Song Qiao and asked, "What should we do? How about I go to the school with you to deal with this?"

Song Qiao looked ahead with determination in her eyes: "No need. I'm going to call Jiang Ming and have him handle it. He spoils his daughter. Why should I be the one following behind like a grandson, apologizing to the child's parents every day?"

When Lu Mingxuan unlocked the car, Song Qiao called Jiang Ming.

"Hey!"

The call was answered quickly this time. Song Qiao listened to the sounds on the phone with a suspicious look on her face, her breathing rapid.

"Jiang Ming, what are you doing?"

"I'm in the office, what are you doing?"

Song Qiao heard the voice on the phone continuing.

"Are you carrying bricks in the office or exercising? Why are you breathing so unevenly?"