No Divorce Allowed! After Swapping Marriages, The 80s Rough Man Dotes on Her Every Night

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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Chapter 410 Yan Heqing, do you have any shame?!

There are no fashion design talents available yet, so Yang Qiaoqiao can only work as a designer at Yiren Fashion Design Studio during the day and design clothes to be taken to the trade fair at home at night.

Every time she made a design, she would have Zhou Yang make a pattern based on the drawing.

He also instructed Zhou Yang that these clothes should only be made into patterns, not produced, and that he should make the patterns himself without going through a third party.

Neither the blueprints nor the samples should be seen by a third person.

She had to ensure that her clothes would be unique when they appeared at the trade fair.

Only by establishing a reputation once and for all can future business be conducted more easily.

Ten days later, good news came from the Commerce Bureau: her application to attend the trade fair had been approved.

Yang Qiaoqiao was drawing blueprints at home when she received the phone call.

Overjoyed, she couldn't resist hugging Huo Beixiao, who had brought her fruit, and giving him a big kiss.

Little did she expect that her uncontrollable kiss would stir up a hornet's nest.

Huo Beixiao picked her up and placed her on his strong, lean waist, supporting her with one hand and holding the back of her head with the other, deepening the kiss.

Even Yang Qiaoqiao didn't know why she and that scoundrel ended up in bed after kissing for a while.

By the time the man finally released her, she was so exhausted that even her toes were numb.

She glared at the man resentfully, "Huo Beixiao! I have to go to the trade fair, and I still have so many outfit designs to finish. You're wasting my time!"

Huo Beixiao pulled her into his arms, "Wife, don't be angry, I also have good news to tell you."

"Some time ago, you told me that you wanted to recruit some people in the field of fashion design, but you were struggling to find such talent."

I contacted several of my grandfather's close friends. After their rehabilitation, most of them resumed their original jobs and returned to teaching at the university.

One of the grandfathers said that their school started its fashion design department in 1985, and this year the first batch of fashion design students just graduated. He could recommend a few fashion design graduates to intern here, but whether they could ultimately stay depends on both parties' wishes.

Upon hearing the man's words, Yang Qiaoqiao's resentment vanished instantly.

She couldn't help but wrap her arms around the man's neck and give him a big kiss. "Husband, you are truly my benefactor."

Her kiss instantly reignited a wolfish glint in the man's eyes, who had just been satiated.

That night, Yang Qiaoqiao forgot about work and spent the whole night entangled with a man.

When I woke up the next day, I was physically tired, but I felt much more relieved of the psychological pressure.

Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and there are only ten days left until the trade fair.

Yang Qiaoqiao has designed a total of twenty outfits in the past few days. In addition to two outfits incorporating embroidery elements, which are her main promotional items at this trade fair,

Other garments also incorporate Chinese elements in various details such as printing and dyeing, and tailoring.

These twenty newly designed sets will be the main exhibits at the trade fair. The factory will also bring one set of each of its other garments that are already on sale, which will be exhibited together.

To save time on the road, Yang Qiaoqiao decided to fly there.

There aren't many flights on commercial airlines right now, and plane tickets are hard to buy. After Yang Qiaoqiao confirmed the number of people, Huo Beixiao had to use his connections to book the tickets in advance.

While counting the number of people, Yang Qiaoqiao remembered to ask Tong Xuejiao if she wanted to go back to Haicheng to visit, only to realize that she hadn't seen Tong Xuejiao for a while.

Tong Xuejiao also bought a house in the provincial capital this year. After the renovation, she moved in, showing that she intends to settle down in Sichuan Province.

She called Tong Xuejiao.

The call connected, but a man's voice came from the other end, "Hello, Jiaojiao is still sleeping, please call back later."

Yang Qiaoqiao was utterly shocked when she heard the voice.

This is... Yan Heqing's voice.

When did he arrive in Sichuan Province?

Tong Xuejiao is living with him?

Although since the reform and opening up, many people in China have been influenced by Western culture and have become more open about matters of the heart.

However, this only applies to couples or lovers who don't need to walk one in front of the other in public, and even holding hands is considered awkward.

Cohabitation before marriage is still very rare.

Just as Yang Qiaoqiao came to her senses and was about to greet Yan Heqing, she heard Tong Xuejiao's angry voice coming from the other end of the line, "Yan Heqing, who gave you permission to answer my call!"

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

Her call seemed to come at an inopportune time.

Just as she was about to hang up, Tong Xuejiao answered the phone, "Hello, who is this?"

Yang Qiaoqiao cleared her throat somewhat awkwardly, "Sister Xuejiao, it's me. I'm going to Haicheng in a few days and I'm booking my tickets now. I was just wondering if you wanted to come back to Haicheng with me."

But now it seems... you probably don't need it anymore.

"I need it, I really need it!" Tong Xuejiao immediately said, "Qiaoqiao, order it for me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Heqing's voice came from the side: "Qiaoqiao, then please order one for me too."

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

"Yan Heqing, get out!" Tong Xuejiao's furious roar came from the phone.

Then, Tong Xuejiao said into the phone, "Qiaoqiao, don't pay attention to him. You just need to order one of mine."

“Alright then, I’ll just order it myself.” Yan Heqing’s voice came through the microphone again.

"Yan Heqing, you little bastard, do you have any shame?!"

Yang Qiaoqiao hung up the phone amidst Tong Xuejiao's roar.

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