Jiang Qiaoqiao lived a glorious life, only to be killed by her own mother and adopted daughter on her fortieth birthday. Her three brothers helped dismember and bury her remains.
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Meanwhile, Lin Xiaohui, who was waiting inside the store, could no longer bear it and grabbed a long-handled broom before rushing out.
He started slapping Jiang Jiahua repeatedly, yelling, "Get out! All of you get out of here! I'll make you suffer for defiling my daughter, for defiling my Qiaoqiao, I'll beat you to death, you old bastard!"
Lin Xiaohui smoked and cursed at the same time.
The surrounding crowd sympathized with her and looked at Jiang Jiahua and his wife with not sympathy but anger!
Picking up the vegetable leaves that had been thrown at Jiang Qiaoqiao before, they went to throw them at Jiang Jiahua and Peng Cuiying.
Surrounded by so many people, Jiang Jiahua and Peng Cuiying had no chance to fight back and fled as fast as they could, covering their heads.
Even after the two figures had disappeared, Jiang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but squat on the ground and wail loudly.
Once the emotional vulnerability is unleashed, it's like a floodgate opening—it's unstoppable.
Those onlookers who had been verbally abusing her earlier felt embarrassed seeing her crying like this. Many of them awkwardly stepped forward, apologized to her, and then quickly ran away.
Lin Xiaohui dropped the broom she was holding, went over and hugged her, "Qiaoqiao, be good, Qiaoqiao, don't cry! It's all Mom's fault, Mom shouldn't have accepted that two hundred yuan, shouldn't have let you..."
As Lin Xiaohui spoke, she felt a surge of sorrow, and tears began to stream down her face.
She quickly turned her face away and wiped away the tears that were flowing uncontrollably.
Yang Jianguo pulled Lin Xiaohui aside and whispered, "Mom, don't cry. Your sister is already sad, and if you cry too..."
Lin Xiaohui quickly sniffed and wiped away her tears completely. "Okay, I won't cry, I won't cry..."
She kept saying she wouldn't cry, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing, her eyes filled with heartache.
Huo Beixiao held Jiang Qiaoqiao in his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her.
After a long while, Jiang Qiaoqiao's emotions finally calmed down a bit.
Her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
Huo Beixiao gently wiped away the tears still clinging to his face with heartache.
She quickly wiped away her tears, smiled somewhat embarrassedly at Huo Beixiao, and said, "I'm sorry, I..."
Huo Beixiao put his arm around her shoulder and patted her gently. "It's okay, I'll always be here for you."
These words instantly calmed Jiang Qiaoqiao's previously troubled mind, just like when she was buried in the ruins of a mudslide and those hands reached out to her and pulled her up.
Jiang Qiaoqiao met the man's eyes and couldn't help but reveal a bright smile.
Turning her head, she saw Lin Xiaohui next to her, whose eyes were red from crying just like hers. She went up to Lin Xiaohui, took her hand, and said, "Mom, please don't say that you shouldn't have accepted that two hundred yuan anymore. You should have accepted that money. They were just too heartless. You did nothing wrong."
Lin Xiaohui looked at her with guilt, wanting to say something more.
Before Lin Xiaohui could speak, she changed the subject, saying, "Mom, when is Dad coming to the city? I bought him two sets of clothes on my trip to the provincial capital. Could you pass on a message to him and ask him to come over?"
Now that our duck products shop is doing well, and we're short-staffed, Dad's here, so let's not let him go back."
Lin Xiaohui nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll discuss it with your dad. But you're not allowed to buy us clothes anymore. Now that the duck products shop is up and running, your brother and I will have money to buy clothes."
"You and Beixiao should live your own lives well; your parents and brother don't need you to worry about them."
As Lin Xiaohui spoke, she secretly glanced at Huo Beixiao and saw that he was quite far away from them.
He lowered his voice and whispered to Jiang Qiaoqiao, "Qiaoqiao, Beixiao is a good man. You've been married for quite a while now, you should hurry up and have a child soon."
Although Lin Xiaohui didn't say it explicitly, Jiang Qiaoqiao could see the worry in her eyes.
She worried that once Huo Beixiao bought the cement factory and made a lot of money, he would start to have ulterior motives. If she didn't have a child to rely on, how Huo Beixiao would treat her would depend entirely on his conscience.
But if she had a child, Huo Beixiao would never abandon the child.
Jiang Qiaoqiao was too embarrassed to tell Lin Xiaohui that she and Huo Beixiao had not actually consummated their marriage.
He just smiled awkwardly and said, "Mom, I understand, I will try my best."
Lin Xiaohui glanced at Huo Beixiao again, still somewhat worried, and said, "This kind of thing can't be accomplished by you alone."
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Meanwhile, Jiang Jiahua and Peng Cuiying fled back home in a disheveled state.
Jiang Yiran, who was comfortably lounging on the sofa, immediately stood up nervously upon seeing them. "Dad, Mom, what's wrong?"
In the first two days after she came back, she was very careful at home and actively did all the housework.
But she had lived in this house for twenty years after all.
In addition, Jiang Yong'an always protected her.
So after Peng Cuiying recovered from her headache, she resumed her life as a little princess at this home.
Not only did she not have to do any work, but Peng Cuiying and Jiang Yong'an also took care of her. Jiang Yong'an even bought her malted milk powder and milk powder to nourish her body.
Her chin, which was so thin and pointed when she was with Qin Haiyang, has recovered completely after only a few days back at the Jiang family home.
"Mom, your face!" Jiang Yiran exclaimed in shock when she saw Peng Cuiying's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.
Jiang Jiahua was already furious and was waiting to go home and teach Peng Cuiying, that stupid woman, a lesson.
Seeing Jiang Yiran still at home now only fueled his anger.
He pointed at Jiang Yiran and yelled at Peng Cuiying, "You're stupid enough, but why do you keep this good-for-nothing at home?"
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