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After settling the matter of donating those cultural relics, Huo Beixiao and Yang Qiaoqiao prepared to return to Yun County.

If they go back at this time, the batch of sewing machines she ordered will arrive in Yun County just in time.

They flew back as usual this time.

But the plane ticket wasn't bought by Huo Beixiao through someone else; it was bought by Grandpa Xia through connections.

There are no available flight tickets from Shanghai to Sichuan Province for the next two days; the next available flight is three days from now.

Yang Qiaoqiao had no choice but to stay in Shanghai for two more days.

They visited the Xu family again.

After seeing the news, Xu's father also realized that the house in the news report was the house that Su's maternal grandfather had left to Huo Beixiao.

When he mentioned this news, Huo Beixiao told him the truth.

Now that the items have been handed over, there's no need to hide them from anyone.

When Xu's father mentioned this, he said, "Actually, back when we were in the countryside, we could tell from the words and actions of the Fifth Elder that Mr. Su was a particularly wise person."

So at the time I was thinking, with such a deep foundation in the Su family, and with such a wise old man as Mr. Su, he shouldn't have put all his eggs in one basket.

I reckon the treasures in that house were just another basket of eggs that Old Master Su had prepared. It's just that the accident happened too suddenly back then, and Old Master Su didn't have time to use those treasures. Alas!

Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but interject, "Uncle Xu, I've always been curious. Since the Su family voluntarily handed over everything, why were Grandpa and Grandma still sent to the countryside?"

When Xu's father recalled that time, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. "In those days, all sorts of strange and unsavory things happened. Moreover, Mr. Su was a professor, and he usually had close contact with his students."

If any student has a malicious intent and seizes upon even the smallest mistake to report someone, wouldn't they be demoted?

After hearing what Xu's father said, Yang Qiaoqiao finally understood.

In those days, teachers were labeled as "stinking intellectuals," and many teachers, even professors, were stabbed in the back and harmed by their own students, ultimately being sent to labor camps.

"Was it his student who reported my grandfather?" Huo Beixiao asked.

Mr. Xu shook his head. "I don't know. Your maternal grandfather never mentioned this."

After saying that, he advised Huo Beixiao, "Beixiao, since Mr. Su didn't mention this matter, it means he doesn't want you to get involved. Let bygones be bygones. You're about to become a father, so just live your own life."

"Mm." Huo Beixiao nodded and didn't say anything more.

After leaving the Xu family, Yang Qiaoqiao originally planned to stay at the Xia family home for two days to spend with Grandpa Xia and Grandma Xia.

Unexpectedly, Tong Xuejiao actually came to the Xia family to find her.

"Qiaoqiao, I want to go to Yun County with you." Tong Xuejiao grabbed Yang Qiaoqiao's hand as soon as she saw her and said with a determined look.

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

"What's gotten into you? Are you abandoning what's going on here?"

"I've already handed over everything here to He Xiao, and she'll manage it for me. If there's anything I really need to decide, she'll call me."

"In short, I can't stay in Shanghai any longer; I have to go with you." Tong Xuejiao said firmly.

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

"Can you tell me first what happened?"

Tong Xuejiao looked resolute, "Not now. I'll tell you when we get back to Yun County."

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

After telling her that, Tong Xuejiao went to ask Grandpa Xia to get her a plane ticket.

Tong Xuejiao was naturally outgoing and knew how to please the elderly.

Grandpa Xia was pleased by her coaxing, but she kept pestering him until he had no choice but to ask someone through connections to get her a plane ticket.

Almost a month later, Yang Qiaoqiao felt incredibly warm and familiar upon returning to Sichuan Province.

They had just left the airport when her cell phone rang.

When I answered the phone, it was actually Yan Heqing calling.

Although she is now somewhat familiar with Yan Heqing, their familiarity is based on Tong Xuejiao; the two have no direct contact and no business cooperation.

So we don't have any personal relationship.

While Yang Qiaoqiao was still in surprise, Yan Heqing, after revealing his identity, went straight to the point and asked, "Qiaoqiao, did Tong Xuejiao run off to your side?"

The cell phone's reception was limited, so Tong Xuejiao, standing next to Yang Qiaoqiao, could hear Yan Heqing's words clearly.

In a panic, she quickly gestured and mouthed to Yang Qiaoqiao, telling her that she didn't.

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

So Tong Xuejiao insisted on coming with her to avoid Yan Heqing?

She could only clear her throat and brace herself to say, "Brother Yan, I don't know. Bei Xiao and I just returned to Sichuan Province today. We hadn't seen Sister Xuejiao for more than half a month in Shanghai. Why don't you ask someone else?"

"Okay, I understand." Yan Heqing's calm and rational voice came from the other end of the line, and then the call ended.

Tong Xuejiao breathed a sigh of relief and put her hand on Yang Qiaoqiao's shoulder. "Qiaoqiao, thanks!"

"You followed me here to avoid Brother Yan? What exactly happened between you two? Didn't you say he went abroad to pursue his first love? When did he come back?"

Yang Qiaoqiao was incredibly curious about this kind of back-and-forth gossip, and she had a bellyful of questions, so she just blurted them all out at once.

Tong Xuejiao stared at the sky with a look of utter despair, "This is a long story..."

Yang Qiaoqiao looked at her with great interest, cupping her small face in her hands. "Then tell me slowly."

Her belly is getting bigger and bigger, and her husband won't let her touch this or do that, for fear that she might get hurt.

She was so bored all day long.

Gossip is the best antidote to boredom.

Tong Xuejiao glanced at Zhu Dong, who was driving, and Huo Beixiao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and said somewhat awkwardly, "This is not something that men should hear. I'll tell you about it when we get back."

Tong Xuejiao's words further whetted Yang Qiaoqiao's appetite.

"yue~~~"

But before she even got home, her face turned pale and she gagged, covering her mouth.

Zhu Dong quickly pulled over and parked the car.

Tong Xuejiao quickly got out of the car and vomited on the roadside.

In the end, he didn't vomit anything, just dry heaved for a while.

Yang Qiaoqiao got out of the car, and Huo Beixiao quickly and anxiously helped her up, "Honey, you can stay in the car. She'll get in herself after she throws up. You're already in a precarious situation, and it would be dangerous if you bumped into something while getting in and out of the car..."

Yang Qiaoqiao glared at the man.

Huo Beixiao obediently shut up and didn't say anything.

She's now finding that this man is talking more and more nonsense, and becoming increasingly nagging and indecisive.

"Sister Xuejiao, are you alright?" Yang Qiaoqiao asked, patting Tong Xuejiao's back.