In the past six months, Qiao Xihe has taken hundreds of thousands of yuan from him. He's not a bank! If it weren't for the fact that the company's development here still depends on Qiao Xihe, he would have turned against her long ago!

“Uncle, my dad is in charge of the bidding recently, you know? I understand the principle of keeping the good stuff in the family, so why are you acting distant with me, Uncle?” Qiao Xihe flicked her wavy hair behind her ear, her tone relaxed and carefree.

But to Pan Zhen on the other side, this sounded like a threat.

Unfortunately, he really needed Qiao Jiajun's help for this bidding. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "Xihe, what are you saying? Your uncle isn't that stingy. It's just that I don't have that much money right now. How about this, I'll give you 30,000 first..."

"Thirty thousand? I heard that my uncle spent tens of thousands to pay off women he's been dealing with recently. Is he looking down on me?" Qiao Xihe sneered inwardly. Thirty thousand? This Pan Zhen is treating me like a beggar. "One hundred thousand, Uncle, is that alright?"

Her tone had become threatening.

This was a sign that things were about to turn sour. Pan Zhen was so angry that he wanted to call her over the phone and yell at her for being shameless, but he had no choice but to back down. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, Xihe, I'll bring the money to you in a couple of days. It's just about Chang Shu."

He probed.

A few days ago, the police called him. He's quite adept at handling these kinds of situations. He originally wanted to find some connections to bail the person out, but the police actually said that this matter should be handled as it should be.

Only after asking did I find out that it was Tang Bainian who was putting pressure on me.

Pan Zhen was surprised that Tang Bainian would offend the Qiao family for the sake of a woman. He was at a loss and could only rely on Qiao Xihe.

"He got into trouble again for messing around with women?" Qiao Xihe said disdainfully, but thinking about the money, she still impatiently agreed, "Wait, I'll get my dad's subordinates to bail him out."

The Tang family.

Mu Xiaoxiao paused for a second as she saw her brother and sister-in-law about to leave: "It's not the weekend, where are you two going?"

"It's Qiao Xihe's birthday today. I'm going to try on a dress. I'll go to the banquet with your brother tonight," Yang Qingheng replied casually as she changed her shoes.

Mu Xiaoxiao exploded the moment she heard Qiao Xihe's name: "What does her birthday have to do with our family! Are you trying to give her face?"

It hasn't been long since the Qiao family sabotaged her mother's banquet, and her father hasn't even gotten revenge for being framed by that hypocrite Qiao Jiajun. What kind of nonsense is it for them to attend that bitch Qiao Xihe's banquet!

Mu Xiaoxiao became angrier the more she thought about it.

“Your brother can skip the banquet at the Qiao family's house, but his former boss has specifically asked for his attendance. He can’t refuse, so he has to go through the motions.” Tang’s father glanced at his daughter and shook his head helplessly. At his age, he still doesn’t have a shred of his daughter-in-law’s shrewdness.

Back when Yang Qingheng came to our house, she was the same age as me, and she was already working in the business world. Now she has achieved some success.

However, he didn't expect Xiaoxiao to live as amazingly as Yang Qingheng; he just wanted her to be happy.

Even if the sky falls, the old couple and Bai Nian will hold it up.

Mu Xiaoxiao had never witnessed such a thing before, but that didn't mean she was stupid. She understood what her father meant, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She knew how that bitch Qiao Xihe usually bullied her sister-in-law. Now that she was on her turf, she might do something to bully Yang Qingheng!

He volunteered, slamming his hand on the table and standing up: "No way, I want to go too, I happen to be free today."

She had to protect her sister-in-law; that vile woman Qiao Xihe wouldn't dare harm her sister-in-law in the slightest.

Mu Xiaoxiao made up her mind to stay close to Yang Qingheng at the banquet and not give Qiao Xihe any opportunity to take advantage of her.

"What are you going to do? You'll only cause trouble." Tang Bainian pursed his lips.

Mu Xiaoxiao ignored him and put on her coat.

Yang Qingheng found it somewhat amusing to see her sister-in-law fully armed: "If she wants to go, let her come along."

Having prepared such a grand show for Qiao Xihe, Mu Xiaoxiao must be feeling incredibly pleased.

Moreover, although the elderly couple didn't need Mu Xiaoxiao to achieve anything great, she still needed to get used to this kind of situation. Mu Xiaoxiao should be exposed to all sorts of strange and unsavory characters so that she wouldn't think that everyone in the world was a good person and become completely unguarded.

"You're really thinking too much about her." Tang Bainian looked at Yang Qingheng deeply, feeling a pang of sadness.

If she had put even a fraction of the care she gave to others into him, he wouldn't be so resentful.

The group went to a brand boutique. Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian's dresses were designed by them. Most of the styles were simple and practical, which Yang Qingheng preferred. Tang Bainian didn't know much about fashion, so he naturally wore whichever brand she liked.

"Sister-in-law, do you think this looks good?" Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up as soon as she entered, like a cat seeing a mouse. She had already changed several outfits in just half an hour.

“Okay, they all look good. If you like them, buy them all. You can wear them to the next banquet.” Yang Qingheng’s eyes were bright as she looked at her sister-in-law’s lively spirit, as if she were looking at her daughter, or as if she were looking at her own younger sister.

Tang Bainian noticed that Yang Qingheng's attention was completely drawn to Mu Xiaoxiao. She hadn't looked at him once since she entered the room. His brows were furrowed, and he suddenly regretted bringing Mu Xiaoxiao along.

His gaze drifted towards Yang Qingheng, he tugged at his sleeve and coughed lightly, his ear tips turning slightly red: "Qingheng, do you think this fits me?"

"That's fine, let's take this one." Yang Qingheng glanced at him, finding him utterly inexplicable.

I ordered it according to his size a few days ago, how could it not fit? Besides, he would know whether it fits or not when he wears it himself.

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