Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1211 - 1212: Send Her to the Psychiatric Hospital

The company doesn’t belong solely to Cheng Su; Ning Ge also has a share. Although that guy doesn’t really manage the business, a significant decision like bringing in investnt must be discussed with him.

So Cheng Su made a call to the Capital. Why hasn’t he returned after so long? Is the matter over there still unresolved?

Cheng Su couldn’t get in touch with Ning Ge. He was out, so she had to leave a ssage, asking Ning Family to relay it for him to call back.

The matter in the Capital was indeed unresolved. Ning Ge couldn’t find peace until he personally confird that Chiang Qing was sent in.

Ning Ge was waiting for news from Jiang Dafang.

And Jiang Dafang? At that mont, he was having a al 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 ho. He wanted to send her to the United States imdiately, 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, there’s no need for you to make this extra effort. Even if you send Chiang Qing to the United States, it won’t help. She’ll still cause trouble for you!" Jiang Dafang remarked.

"What do you an?" Jiang Conghe squinted at him.

"A person with hands, feet, and independent abilities—not to ntion, you can’t bind her hands and feet—if you send her to the United States, she’s 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 soone 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, there’s only one way!"

"What way?" Jiang Conghe asked.

Jiang Dafang chuckled. "I dare not say, because if I do, you’ll inevitably accuse 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 ntal institution!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Conghe’s pupils suddenly shrank, and without thinking, he grabbed the chopsticks on the table and hurled them at him, angrily saying, "Are you crazy too? She’s your sister. If she’s 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 one’s own daughter to a ntal institution—what 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 couldn’t let go, harboring resentnt 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 didn’t show a hint on his face. He casually picked up a napkin from the table and wiped his face, saying, "I knew I shouldn’t have ntioned it!"

"You..."

"But think about it, where else can truly restrain her? She is ill; it’s only appropriate to get treatnt. And if she’s in a ntal institution, she can’t co out unless you take her. Can she still jump around causing you trouble?" Jiang Dafang said. "These one and a half years are crucial, aren’t 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 her—who cares? By then, you’ll have beco the Chief!"