Many of these brothers, like me, are already married and have families; none of us will take any more risks.

Upon hearing Huo Beixiao's last few words, Jiang Qiaoqiao felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

Being valued and trusted feels like having a ball of cotton stuffed inside, warm and swollen.

She felt that just based on this man's sense of responsibility, even if he didn't like women, even if there was no love between them, living like this for the rest of their lives didn't seem so bad.

They returned to the cement factory's residential compound, and it was already dark.

But the main gate of the family compound was brightly lit, as if a lot of people had gathered there.

"What happened?" Jiang Qiaoqiao asked, puzzled.

Huo Beixiao said knowingly, "They're probably waiting for us."

Jiang Qiaoqiao blinked and looked at Huo Beixiao, "Has the news that you bought the cement factory been made public?"

"Mm." Huo Beixiao nodded.

"Bei Xiao, Qiao Qiao, you're finally back."

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the residential compound, older women and aunties crowded around them affectionately.

Seeing that these older women were preparing even better gifts than last time and trying to stuff them into their arms, Jiang Qiaoqiao was thinking about how to refuse.

Huo Beixiao had already pulled her into his arms, and said to everyone with a cold face, "Please take your things back with you. We can talk about work at the factory tomorrow. You all know my temper, so don't let this little thing affect your work."

As soon as Huo Beixiao said this, the older women quickly put away the things they were about to stuff in.

Just then, a trembling figure squeezed out from the crowd and knelt down in front of Huo Beixiao and Jiang Qiaoqiao with a thud.