"Wife, open the door!"

But Huo Beixiao was too late. By the time he caught up, Yang Qiaoqiao had already closed the door and locked it from the inside.

"Honey, you know, I really didn't like Jiang Yiran back then, it was just a dream. Sigh, I don't know what happened to me. Honey, I was just blinded by love back then, please don't be angry with me, okay?"

Having been married for so long, Huo Beixiao had never seen his wife so angry.

He became a little anxious, but he wasn't good at handling emotional issues, and the more anxious he became, the less he knew how to explain himself.

All I could do was frantically pace around in circles.

After rushing into the room and locking the door, Yang Qiaoqiao only shed two tears while sitting on the sofa.

Then I realized that something was wrong with me.

She believed that after her rebirth, she was no longer a person who acted on impulse.

But when her emotions surged just now, it seemed like she couldn't control herself; she was just unhappy and wanted to act unreasonably.

When she came to her senses, she felt a little embarrassed.

Listening to Huo Beixiao's anxious explanation outside, she felt even more annoyed. She didn't know what had happened just now, but her resentment suddenly surged up.

She took a deep breath to calm herself before opening the door.

"young married woman……"

When Huo Beixiao saw her open the door, he was stunned. He forgot all the words he had prepared to coax his wife.

He just kept his head down, staring blankly at Yang Qiaoqiao.

After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer out, "Honey, don't be angry..."

"Pfft!" Yang Qiaoqiao was already regretting her unreasonable behavior, and now seeing the man's silly appearance, she couldn't help but laugh.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed the man's stubble-covered chin. "Brother Xiao, I'm sorry. I lost my temper and was being unreasonable just now."

"If there's a next time, you can tell me directly and criticize me. You don't have to indulge me."

Huo Beixiao was overjoyed to hear her laugh, and he couldn't bear to criticize her at all.

He lifted the petite woman up with one hand, and with the other hand, he bent his fingers and gently stroked his wife's delicate nose.

"If I don't spoil my own wife, am I supposed to let someone else spoil her?"

As he spoke, he had already carried Yang Qiaoqiao into the house.

I turned on the TV, and it was showing Yang Qiaoqiao explaining the design concepts of the towel shop to a reporter.

Huo Beixiao watched his wife calmly introducing herself on TV, a look of pride on his face. He hugged Yang Qiaoqiao and gave her a big kiss, saying, "My wife is really amazing!"

Yang Qiaoqiao stared at herself on TV for a while, then subconsciously touched her cheek, frowned, and asked Huo Beixiao, "Brother Xiao, have I gained a lot of weight recently?"

Although she didn't look short and fat on TV, her face was round and chubby, even giving her a baby-fat look.

She only realized then that she had a particularly good appetite during this period.

She used to be able to eat only half a bowl of rice per meal, but lately she seems to be eating two bowls per meal.

Huo Beixiao kept telling her to nourish her body, and he would cook chicken soup, pigeon soup, and crucian carp soup for her every day in rotation.

She didn't used to like soupy dishes, but lately, after eating two bowls of rice at each meal, she can still drink three bowls of soup.

She pinched the flesh on her waist and couldn't help but sigh. She had really gained a lot of weight recently. Luckily, Huo Beixiao was strong enough to lift her up with one hand.

She really needs to lose weight.

Huo Beixiao put his arm around her waist, looked her up and down carefully, and said seriously, "Hmm, you've gained a little weight. This shows that my efforts over this period of time have not been in vain. I like my wife to be plump and healthy."

Yang Qiaoqiao gave him a reproachful look.

If he wants something perfectly round and smooth, he can polish it himself.

She needs to maintain her figure.

At this moment, on the second floor of Yiren Clothing Store in Yun County, Lin Xiaohui, Zhou Yang, Zheng Yulan, Song Lixiang, and a group of others were also nervously watching the television.

When they saw Yang Qiaoqiao appear on TV, Xiao Guoqing and Zhou Ling'er cheered, "Sister Qiaoqiao, Sister Qiaoqiao is out!"

"Sister Qiaoqiao is on TV! Sister Qiaoqiao is amazing!"

"When I grow up, I want to be like Qiaoqiao, on TV, and a big star!" Zhou Ling'er said with her hands on her hips and a proud look on her face.

The children couldn't distinguish between an interview and acting; they only thought that anyone who could appear on TV was a super famous star.

Zhou Yang pulled his younger sister into his arms and ruffled her soft hair. "Good, our Ling'er is amazing too. Ling'er is going to be a big star in the future."

He looked completely satisfied as he said this.

When his younger sister broke her leg, he supported her by petty theft on the streets and never dared to have any dreams.

He never imagined that one day he and his sister would live in such a nice house, have a TV to watch, and even have dozens of people under his command.

His resolve to work hard with Sister Qiaoqiao for the rest of his life only strengthened.

North City.

Jiang Yiran's small two-bedroom apartment.

Peng Cuiying, who was watching the small 8-inch black and white TV in the living room, suddenly shouted excitedly, "Ranran! Ranran, come and see! Look at that woman on TV, isn't that Jiang Qiaoqiao, that bitch!"

Jiang Yiran was lying in her room, looking at the cramped space and feeling sullen.

She finds Peng Cuiying's voice annoying now.

If it weren't for Peng Cuiying coming to Beicheng, she would still be living in the Jiang family's upscale apartment in a large house, instead of living in this small apartment in a tenement building.

She wanted to send Peng Cuiying to Jiang Yongxian's place, but she didn't dare offend He Nian.

They wanted to send Peng Cuiying back to Yun County, but Peng Cuiying was like a stubborn mule, refusing to listen to either soft or hard approaches.

Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult, especially since this god came uninvited; how could he be sent away so easily?

Hearing Peng Cuiying's voice now, she felt a surge of anger rising within her.

But after hearing what Peng Cuiying said, her pupils dilated instantly, and she struggled to get out of bed and walk to the living room.

She is due to give birth in two weeks, and her body is so swollen that she looks like a ball, making it difficult for her to move around.

At that moment, he darted into the living room in a few steps.

On the small black-and-white television, Yang Qiaoqiao was confidently and cheerfully introducing herself to the reporter.

She suddenly remembered that in her previous life, she had also lived with Zhang Wei in a dilapidated old house, watching Yang Qiaoqiao being interviewed on TV as an outstanding female entrepreneur nationwide.

On TV, Yang Qiaoqiao is glamorous and radiant, while she hides in a room where the sun doesn't reach, like a rat in a gutter!

At this moment, she felt as if she had returned to the darkness of her previous life.

A surge of intense jealousy and resentment welled up inside her!