When Jiang Qiaoqiao got into the car, she noticed that Yang Minghui was still busy loading things into Huo Beixiao's trunk.

Just as Jiang Qiaoqiao was about to say that was enough, she saw Yang Minghui carefully place two baskets, which were meticulously covered with blue floral cloth, into the trunk.

"Qiaoqiao, these two baskets are full of apricots. Take them home and eat them first. In a few days, when Dad brings you the ducks, he'll pick some more for you."

Jiang Qiaoqiao lifted the floral blue cloth covering the basket and looked inside at the large, plump apricots.

Each apricot is of uniform size and perfectly ripe; these apricots are mostly found at the top of the tree.

Jiang Qiaoqiao's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

From childhood to adulthood, Yang Minghui and Yang Jianguo always picked the best apricots from the tree for her.

With the affection from the Yang family, she really didn't care at all about the ungrateful Jiang family.

If it weren't for the misunderstanding with the Yang family in my past life...

Looking at her red-rimmed eyes, Yang Minghui's wrinkled old face was full of doting affection as he said, "Hey, you little rascal, why are you getting more and more prone to crying as you get older? Alright, you two have important business to do back in the city, hurry up and get in the car!"

Jiang Qiaoqiao controlled her emotions. "Dad, please don't climb the tree to pick apricots for me. It's dangerous. Now that they're allowed to be bought and sold freely, they're available in the market. If I'm craving them, I'll just go and buy some to eat."

Yang Minghui frowned and said, "Nonsense, how can the ones sold by others taste the same as the ones we grow ourselves? What's so dangerous about picking a few apricots? Don't worry about it, Dad knows what he's doing."

Jiang Qiaoqiao wanted to try to persuade him, but she knew she couldn't, so she could only remind him to call the brigade headquarters if he needed anything.

As for the duck farm, Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't mention it. Since it had already been agreed that it would be Yang Jianguo's business, she wouldn't worry about it.

Back in the city, Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't rest; she immediately went to Yiren Clothing.

Now that Huo Beixiao's business is growing bigger and bigger, and her brother's career development direction has been set, she has to catch up with him.

The shop's upstairs and downstairs are almost finished with renovations; all that's left is the shop window glass.

Just as she was thinking of contacting Tong Xuejiao again to ask, she heard the sound of a large truck and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Then she saw a truck carrying a large piece of glass coming towards her shop.

At the same time, Tong Xuejiao's car stopped in front of her.

Tong Xuejiao put her arm around her shoulder, smiling brightly, "Glass is back, isn't my job reliable!"

Before Jiang Qiaoqiao could answer her question, she saw the elegant Yan Heqing walk over with a gloomy face.

Tong Xuejiao subconsciously took a step back, looking at Yan Heqing warily. "Hey Yan, I haven't offended you recently. What do you want?"

Yan Heqing bent down slightly, leaned closer to Tong Xuejiao, and looked at her with narrowed eyes, "Tong Xuejiao, you've really grown bold! You actually dare to go to a KTV and ask men to sing with you."

Tong Xuejiao had initially thought that she had somehow offended Yan Heqing, but upon hearing Yan Heqing's words, she rolled her eyes and said, "What's it to you if I find a man to sing with me? What? Are you jealous of those men who have the honor of singing with me?"

As Tong Xuejiao spoke, she looked Yan Heqing up and down and said with a smile, "Actually, you're not bad looking. If you were to go to a KTV to sing with someone, I wouldn't mind asking you."

Yan Heqing's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. "Tong Xuejiao, are you even a woman?!"

...

Jiang Qiaoqiao glanced at the two of them helplessly, but she had gotten used to their way of getting along, arguing whenever they met.

"Boss Yan, Sister Xuejiao, you two can argue for now. I'll go and watch the workers move the glass down and install it. I'll treat you to dinner later."

Jiang Qiaoqiao greeted Yan Heqing and Tong Xuejiao, then turned and directed the workers to move and install the glass.

Huo Beixiao knew that Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't want him to interfere in her work, so he served her tea and water and took good care of her.

Jiang Qiaoqiao took a sip of the perfectly warm water from Huo Beixiao's hand during a break from her busy schedule. Her gaze involuntarily fell on Tong Xuejiao and Yan Heqing, who were arguing heatedly.

"Bei Xiao, don't you think Sister Xuejiao and President Yan are quite interesting? I feel like they have a bit of a bickering couple vibe."

Huo Beixiao didn't even spare a glance for Tong Xuejiao and Yan Heqing.

His long, rough fingers pinched Jiang Qiaoqiao's chin. "Wife, what did you call me?"

The man's voice was deep and resonant, half domineering and half coquettish.

Jiang Qiaoqiao was forced to look into his deep black eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and her ears involuntarily flushed red.

She gave him a reproachful look, then gently pushed away his large hand that was pinching his chin with her small hand. "What are you doing? There are so many people here!"

Not to mention the workers, even passersby could see their movements clearly.

This man has such a stoic face, how come he has absolutely no shame?

Huo Beixiao took her small hand and leaned close to her ear again, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe. He persisted, "Then what should you call me?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao gave him a helpless glare, "Brother Xiao."

To her surprise, the man took advantage of the situation and moved even closer, even blowing a breath into her ear, saying, "Call me husband."

The redness from Jiang Qiaoqiao's ears quickly spread to her entire face.

She instinctively wanted to get away from this shameless man, but as soon as she moved, the man seemed to have anticipated her movement, grabbing her slender waist with a large hand and stubbornly saying, "Call me husband."

Jiang Qiaoqiao was speechless. "Husband!"

Huo Beixiao's usually cold lips instantly curved into a smile of pleasure...

As Tong Xuejiao and Yan Heqing were arguing, her gaze suddenly fixed on Huo Beixiao and Jiang Qiaoqiao...

A fleeting bitterness crossed her eyes, and she instantly lost all interest in arguing with Yan Heqing. She said dejectedly, "Alright, Yan Heqing, I know you treat me like a little sister, but I'm an adult now, and I can take responsibility for my own actions."

Don't worry about me anymore.

"Thank you so much for helping me with the glass purchase. Consider it a favor I owe you. I'll treat you to a drink," Tong Xuejiao said generously.

Yan Heqing pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Who treats you like a sister? You're the one who invited me to drink? Can you even hold your liquor? Or are you trying to get Huo Beixiao's attention by drinking and self-harming?"

Tong Xuejiao, are you stupid?