This year's autumn heat wave is exceptionally long.

Yang Qiaoqiao felt unbearably hot throughout her entire postpartum period.

Although there is air conditioning at home, she is not allowed to go out, so she doesn't sweat too much. And although she can't take a bath, she can wipe herself down, so she doesn't feel too uncomfortable.

My hair is too thick, so my head still sweats, and I can't wash it after sweating.

Throughout her postpartum period, Yang Qiaoqiao felt a strong, rancid smell emanating from her head.

Sometimes she feels like she's about to vomit from the smell.

Huo Beixiao didn't know what kind of hobby it was, but he always thought she smelled very nice.

Finally, the day of her postpartum confinement arrived, and Yang Qiaoqiao rushed into the bathroom as if she had been released from prison.

Looking at her impatient expression, Huo Beixiao said with a mix of helplessness and affection, "Wife, don't worry, I've already prepared the hot water for you."

Overjoyed, Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but wrap her arms around the man's neck and lean forward to kiss him. "Thank you, husband."

Huo Beixiao wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and pulled her close to his chest. "Wife, thanking your husband like this isn't enough. You need to show your appreciation with some actions."

Yang Qiaoqiao looked at the suppressed desire in the man's eyes and understood perfectly well.

Their last sexual encounter was when she was five months pregnant, and almost five months have passed since then.

With a man's boundless energy, he must have been pent up for five months already.

Yang Qiaoqiao didn't hold back either, hooking her arms around the man's neck and kissing him even deeper.

The man's arms around her slender waist tightened suddenly, and then the kiss deepened, their breaths becoming hot and scalding.

In that instant, dry wood meets a raging fire, and it is about to burst into flames.

"Wow—wow—"

Just then, the sound of a baby crying outside rang out.

Huo Beixiao didn't even need Yang Qiaoqiao to push him; he turned and ran outside, saying, "Our daughter is crying, honey, I'm going to comfort her!"

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

She was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

Sure enough, men with daughters can't escape the fate of being doting fathers.

Without the men bothering her, she comfortably took off her clothes and soaked in the water.

In that instant, she could only sigh with contentment.

Just as she started soaking her tea, the man came in with a dark expression. "It's not the daughter who's crying, it's the brat who's crying."

After Huo Beixiao finished speaking, his gaze fell on Yang Qiaoqiao's fair and glowing body and couldn't be taken away. "Wife, let me help you scrub your back."

Yang Qiaoqiao flicked her fair little foot, splashing some water droplets on him, and gave him a reproachful look, "Go out and take care of the baby."

"Wife..." Huo Beixiao said, looking aggrieved.

Yang Qiaoqiao said fiercely, "Don't bother me before dark."

Those kinds of things are all about the atmosphere, and the little guy has ruined that atmosphere.

Now she no longer has that thought; she just wants to wash her hair and take a bath.

Upon hearing this, Huo Beixiao immediately understood that it was not possible now, but it was possible tonight. "Yes, my wife."

After washing her hair and taking a shower, Yang Qiaoqiao felt refreshed and light.

When she came out of the bathroom, Lin Xiaohui had already taken the two little ones out to sunbathe, and Huo Beixiao quickly grabbed a hairdryer to dry them off.

After drying her hair, the man couldn't resist stealing a kiss on her face.

Because they had just held their wedding banquet, Yang Qiaoqiao didn't plan to have a big celebration for their baby's one-month birthday. She just wanted to invite close relatives and friends from both sides for a meal.

The two had relatively shallow family ties and few relatives; most of the guests were friends and business partners, who filled three tables.

That day, Yang Qiaoqiao also received a package from Grandpa Xia in Shanghai.

Besides two large gold locks, the package also contained two property ownership certificates.

The old man was very generous; he gifted the two little ones two old villas in Shanghai.

Yang Qiaoqiao showed the gold lock and the property certificate to the two little ones.

An'an immediately hugged Da Jin Suo tightly, her toothless little mouth grinning so happily that it warmed everyone's heart.

Lele also chimed in with her little mouth open, making two "oh oh" sounds.

The two little ones' greedy behavior made Yang Qiaoqiao both laugh and cry.

"Brother Xiao, do you think our two kids are such money-grubbers, they take after whom?"

Huo Beixiao raised an eyebrow and looked at Yang Qiaoqiao, his meaning quite clear.

He vividly remembered how greedy his wife was when they first got married.

Because of the inexplicable guilt he felt at the time, he kept thinking that since he couldn't give her affection, he should give her more money, since she loved money anyway.

"Hmm?" Yang Qiaoqiao responded with a slightly threatening "hmm" when she saw the man's gaze.

Huo Beixiao immediately compromised, "Wife, I was wrong. The children are like me, they all look like me. I'm a money-grubber."

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

This man is getting more and more savvy.

The two little ones' one-month celebration ended on September 20th.

The shopping mall is scheduled to open on October 1st, National Day.

All the shops in the mall also opened at the same time.

Because of the previous accident, more than half of the merchants that the mall's leasing department had previously agreed to move in have backed out.

Later, in order to attract tenants, Huo Beixiao directly decided to waive the rent for the first year, collect one-third of the rent in the second year, collect two-thirds of the rent in the third year, and collect the full rent in the fourth year.

This means that the mall is likely to operate at a loss for the first three years, spending money to attract customers during those three years.

Only by building up the mall's popularity within these three years can we then discuss profitability.

There is still a problem: because of that accident, people are still spreading the rumor that the shopping mall has bad feng shui and heavy yin energy.

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