After the divorce, my ex-husband's cousin tricked me into getting a marriage certificate.

Qi Mu'an paused for a moment and said, "Well, I promised to give her a TV series, the lead role. Anyway, our company has so many shows to film every year, giving her one is no problem."

"By the way, she asked me to tell you that she wishes you and your baby a safe and healthy journey."

Zhao Mengmeng pouted, "She's quite good at handling people. You thank her for me, we won't lose anything anyway."

Shen Qinglan returned and said to her mother, Xiang Wanli, "The nurse said that as long as it's not something that promotes blood circulation, it's okay to eat. Chicken soup is fine, but don't put any medicinal herbs in it. Mom, let Fangjie prepare it, and there's also dinner."

“Okay, I’ll call Sister Fang right now.” Xiang Wanli took out her phone and went to the side to call Sister Fang.

Shen Qinglan looked at her eldest son, "Mu An, you'll be going back to work tomorrow, right?"

Qi Mu'an: "Yeah, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Shen Qinglan: "Then you go to work, I'll stay with Mengmeng in the hospital."

Qiao Ran quickly said, "Mom, I'll stay with Mengmeng."

Shen Qinglan: "Ranran, you have no experience. It's best to have someone with experience handle this. I'm just sitting at home doing nothing anyway. I'll stay with Mengmeng in the hospital. I just asked the doctor. If she stops bleeding after a few days of observation, she can be discharged."

After finishing her call, Xiang Wanli came over and said, "Ranran, your mother-in-law is right. It's best to let her stay in the hospital. I'll come over too."

Qi Mu'an: "Mom, you and Grandma can stay with Mengmeng during the day, and I'll stay with her at night."

Shen Qinglan: "Okay, let's do it this way."

Because Qi Muci and Qiao Ran hadn't eaten lunch yet, Zhao Mengmeng urged them to leave, saying, "Ranran, you two haven't had lunch yet. Go back quickly, or you'll go hungry."

Qiao Ran looked at her mother-in-law Shen Qinglan and her maternal grandmother Xiang Wanli, "Mom, Grandma, you two haven't had lunch either, have you?"

Xiang Wanli: "We've already eaten. We ate steamed buns. You guys go eat your food. We'll just stay here with Mengmeng."

Qi Muci took Qiao Ran's hand and said, "Let's go back. Mom and Grandma are here, so don't worry."

Qiao Ran nodded and bid farewell to everyone.

The two went to the parking lot to get their car, and Qi Muci suggested, "Let's eat out before going back."

Qiao Ran agreed: "Okay, so as not to bother Aunt Lin when we get back."

On their way home, Qi Muci found a tea restaurant and took Qiao Ran inside to order food.

There weren't many people around at that time, so their food was served quickly.

Both of them were extremely hungry and ate a lot.

After finishing their meal, Qi Muci waved to the waiter to pay the bill, and he and Qiao Ran prepared to go home to rest.

As the two walked into the parking lot, they suddenly heard someone call out, "Qiao Ran!"

Upon hearing the voice, Qiao Ran frowned immediately. Without even looking, she knew that the person calling her was her mother, Song Yuhe.

After confirming that the person in front of her was her daughter Qiao Ran, Song Yuhe grabbed her son's hand and said, "I told you this is your sister Qiao Ran. She's my own child. Would I mistake her?"

"Qiao Ran, you're really something. You think you can hide from me forever?"

Qiao Ran turned to look at Song Yuhe, smiled and said, "Mom, why should I hide? I haven't done anything shameful, so why should I hide? But you two, when are you going to give me back my house?"

Qiao Ran originally intended for her lawyer to sue Song Yuhe and Qiao Baocheng.

However, after the lawyer communicated with Song Yuhe, Song Yuhe requested a private settlement, saying that she could return the house to Qiao Ran.

However, they refused to hand over the keys or go through the transfer procedures.

Song Yuhe's face grew even longer. "Qiao Ran, I gave birth to you, raised you, and took you around to film movies. The money you earned originally belonged to me. Those houses were gifts from you to me, and I will not return them to you."

Qiao Ran was taken aback by Song Yuhe's change of heart. "Mom, are you saying that what you told my lawyer was all a lie?"

Song Yuhe pursed her lips. "It's not fake. I realized later that those houses belonged to you as a gift to me. Go ahead and sue me. I'll say the same thing in court."

Qiao Ran laughed angrily, "Fine, then let's see each other in court. If you like to play games, I'll play along."

After Qiao Ran finished speaking, she turned to get into the car, but Song Yuhe rushed over and grabbed her arm.

"Qiao Ran, didn't you hear what I just said? I'm your mother, and you should give me a sum of money every month as a retirement fund."

“If you don’t pay, I will sue you in court. I have already consulted a lawyer. You have an obligation to pay me alimony.”

Qiao Ran shook off Song Yuhe's hand and looked at her brother Qiao Baocheng, "Fine, whatever amount my brother gives you each month, I'll give him the same amount."

Qiao Baocheng choked.

He has no money to give Song Yuhe; the mother and son are currently subsidizing their livelihood by renting out those few houses.

Song Yuhe paused for a moment, then exclaimed, "What do you care how much money your brother gives you? How much your brother gives you is his business. It's your money you're giving him."

Qiao Ran: "Of course not. We were both born of you, so we should support you in your old age together. Whatever he gives, I will give. It's fair to both of us."

Song Yuhe: "Qiao Ran, stop giving me that nonsense. You don't want to give it, do you? If you don't give it, I'll sue you for not supporting your elderly parents. You're a celebrity. If this gets exposed, it won't do you any good."

"So you'd better obediently give me living expenses. I don't need much, just give me 20,000 to 30,000 a month."

"Twenty or thirty thousand?" Qiao Ran squinted at Song Yuhe. "Why don't you just rob me? You've got a really good plan. Go ahead and sue me in court, I'll have a lawyer sue you too."

“I have a copy of all the accounts from back then, except for the house, and the money you gave to my brother to do business. You must return every single penny of it to me. Go home and wait for the court summons.”

Seeing Qiao Ran get into Qi Muci's car and drive away, Qiao Baocheng rebuked his mother:

"Mom, why did you have to go head-to-head with Ranran? Now look what's happened, I have to pay back all the money I lost in business."

Song Yuhe was so angry that her chest hurt. "Why are you scolding me? Is this my fault? I asked her for living expenses so that our quality of life could be better. How was I supposed to know that she was so heartless and would bring up old grievances with us?"

Qiao Baocheng: "You're being too aggressive. Let alone Ranran, I get angry just hearing those words. You ask for 20,000 or 30,000 right off the bat. Her money doesn't fall from the sky."

Song Yuhe: "Otherwise what? Are you suggesting we need two or three thousand a month? What can we do with that little bit of money?"

Qiao Baocheng felt that as a man, sucking his sister's blood like this hurt his self-esteem as a man.

He didn't want to spend his sister's money, but Song Yuhe kept brainwashing him, saying that Qiao Ran's money should be spent on her and her son.

Qiao Baocheng sighed helplessly, "Mom, don't ask Ranran for money anymore. I'll go find a job. You don't need to worry about me anymore. I'll support myself. You should return Ranran's houses to her."

Song Yuhe scoffed, "You want to find a job? Have you forgotten that all the businesses you started lost money? What kind of job can you find? What can you do?"

Enraged, Qiao Baocheng retorted, "I refuse to believe that I, Qiao Baocheng, can't find a job. I'll become a security guard and watch someone's door."

Song Yuhe rolled her eyes at her son. "Guard the door? Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose? Fine, if you become a security guard, don't say you're my son, Song Yuhe. I can't afford to lose face like that!"