Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 886 - 887: He Can Only Die by Her Hand

That night, after Qi Taiguo crippled Yao Qingjun’s foot, Yao Qingjun withdrew from training. How could he continue with a broken foot? Moreover, he wasn’t the only one to drop out; everyone had seen it all before and was used to it.

Wang Hua was furious about this incident. Because of it, Jiang Conghe scolded him several tis as useless, implying that he shouldn’t even hope for the position of captain.

Wang Hua felt very aggrieved. Yao Qingjun was crippled by Qi Taiguo due to his own carelessness and underestimation of the opponent. What did it have to do with him?

Besides, when joining the training camp, everyone had already signed a life-and-death waiver. Breaking a leg was nothing; even death was expected. It was just their own lack of skill!

However, Qi Taiguo’s progress was indeed too fast.

At first, he carried a bit of arrogance. In the initial provocations, Wang Hua saw him almost lose his temper and retaliate two or three tis, but he held back.

Patience pays off, and people like that are frightening.

Qi Taiguo was not afraid of provocations, humiliation, or unreasonable actions. He handled everything according to regulations, leaving Wang Hua with no way to handle him. The incident with Yao Qingjun’s leg was no different; Qi Taiguo grasped the rules of the task and spoke based on them, leaving Wang Hua helpless.

"This is your last chance. If Qi Taiguo passes the combat evaluation, you don’t need to see anymore." As Wang Hua was lost in thought, Jiang Conghe’s instructions ca through the phone again.

Wang Hua’s expression stiffened. "Yes," he replied.

Jiang Conghe continued, "I don’t want Qi Taiguo to be alive to receive any comndations." With that, he hung up with a click.

Wang Hua’s face turned gloomy and unsightly. He put down the phone, left the office, and shouted loudly, "Gather everyone."

anwhile, Jiang Conghe angrily slamd the phone down, walked out of his study, opened the door, and found Chiang Qing standing by the door. It was unclear how much she had overheard.

In that instant, Jiang Conghe’s expression shifted multiple tis, his eyes unreadable.

"Qingqing, why are you standing here?" Jiang Conghe’s face was grim.

Chiang Qing smiled slightly, lifting the tray in her hand. "I heard from Sister Huan that you’ve been sleeping poorly lately, Dad. I specially ward so milk for you."

Jiang Conghe’s expression relaxed upon seeing the milk. "Such things should be done by the servants. There’s no need for you to do it." He made way for Chiang Qing to co in.

Chiang Qing replied, "How can the servants be as thoughtful as your daughter? Co on, drink it while it’s warm."

"You’re such a filial child. If only you had listened before, then..." Jiang Conghe paused, changing the topic. "You’re healthy now, so don’t stay cooped up at ho all the ti. Young people should go out more, make new friends."

"Okay, Dad," Chiang Qing smiled obediently.

Jiang Conghe took the milk she passed him, hesitated for a mont, and said, "Qingqing, just now you..."

"Dad, I heard everything!" Chiang Qing interrupted him. "You want Qi Taiguo dead."

Jiang Conghe’s gaze imdiately turned sharp. "Qingqing, you aren’t still thinking about that boy, are you? He caused you so much suffering, brought us so much sha, and your mom lost her director’s position—all because of him."

"Of course not, Dad," Chiang Qing laughed. "I rember more than anyone what I’ve suffered, and I hate him more than you do. So, whatever Dad decides, I have no objections." But she knew Qi Taiguo wouldn’t end up as her father wished; otherwise, he wouldn’t be the one she’d chosen.

Qi Taiguo would only die by her own hands.

Jiang Conghe looked at his daughter, shrouded in shadow, with her obedient smile, and for so reason, a chill crept into his heart.