The couple made it sound nice, giving her a chance to turn over a new leaf, but in reality, it's just because Jiang Qiaoqiao left and there's no one left to do the housework, so they want her to come back and take care of them.

Okay, she'll come back to serve them for now!

Once her brother Haiyang returns from Beicheng, she'll give them a good talking to!

While thinking to herself, Jiang Yiran appeared grateful and tearfully embraced Peng Cuiying, weeping bitterly.

Jiang Yong'an breathed a sigh of relief. Ranran was back, at least she didn't have to stay in the small guesthouse like before, sometimes eating a full meal and sometimes going hungry.

That would mean not only the baby in her belly would be harmed, but she herself would also become haggard and emaciated, looking unrecognizable despite taking medication.

The next morning, Jiang Qiaoqiao got up and opened the door.

Suddenly, a figure lunged at her, shouting, "Jiang Qiaoqiao, you bitch! You drove my son away! I'll beat you to death!"

Aunt Zhao's shrill voice echoed throughout the entire courtyard.

Jiang Qiaoqiao heard the sound of the door slamming next door last night, and she guessed that Wang Dacheng had left, but she did not expect that Aunt Zhao would be so crazy as to blame it on her.

Caught off guard, she tried to dodge, but suddenly a pair of strong arms swept her up around the waist.

Then, Huo Beixiao led her to the side.

When Aunt Zhao realized the figure in front of her had disappeared, she panicked instantly. She quickly withdrew her strength, but her body still lurched forward due to inertia.

With a muffled thud, Aunt Zhao slammed her head against the door of Jiang Qiaoqiao's house.

Aunt Zhao was stunned by the impact, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

"This is outrageous! Capitalism is killing people!" After being hit, Aunt Zhao only paused for a moment before slapping her thigh and wailing.

At this moment, Huo Beixiao had just put Jiang Qiaoqiao down.

Jiang Qiaoqiao frowned as she watched Aunt Zhao throw a tantrum.

She must have forgotten to check the almanac before opening the door today, and this crazy woman has clung to her again. She's so unlucky, opening the door for bad luck is just plain bad luck.

She rolled up her sleeves, ready to make a big move. This time, she was determined to make sure that old woman would never be able to cause trouble in front of her again!