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 45 In this lifetime, she finally took back everything that belonged to her.

Zhou Yang was furious. "Sister Qiao Qiao, how could your sister be like this? Is she even related to me?!"

“No,” Jiang Qiaoqiao replied without hesitation.

But she didn't tell Zhou Yang about her relationship with Jiang Yiran in detail.

Just then, guests arrived, and Jiang Qiaoqiao and Zhou Yang quickly busied themselves greeting them.

However, today Jiang Qiaoqiao put away her stirrup pants and flared pants, and instead wore a new white shirt and dress she had just picked up.

She has a great figure, like a clothes hanger, and looks good in anything.

People saw how well the clothes looked on her and were naturally tempted.

When asked about the price, it was found to be similar to that of stirrup pants, so many customers opted to buy the skirt instead.

For a while, her stall was still crowded with people, while those who followed suit and sold stirrup pants did not do very well.

Aunt Zhao's stall also had no business.

She was so angry that she clenched her teeth.

"That little vixen Jiang Qiaoqiao, she not only knows how to seduce men, but she also seduces women! Bah, shameless!"

Although Zheng Yulan was heartbroken about the cost, she seized the opportunity to retort to Aunt Zhao: "Mom, do you really think anyone can make money by going to the wholesale market, getting some goods, setting up a stall, and selling them? There would be stalls all over the streets."

"Don't take on a job you're not qualified for. I think you should return these pants as soon as possible. If we're stuck with them, our whole family will starve."

Aunt Zhao glared at him, "Zheng Yulan, what nonsense are you spouting? Didn't I just sell one too?"

Zheng Yulan rolled her eyes. "Don't you know how those pants were sold?"

Those were her family's neighbors; they were only patronizing their business out of consideration for neighborly relations.

Aunt Zhao gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Jiang Qiaoqiao's stall. "I'm going to see what kind of bewitching potion that little vixen is using to lure people into buying her products!"