As Huo Beixiao walked out of the hospital, he subconsciously glanced back, recalling the incredulous look on Yang Qiaoqiao's face and the hint of hurt in her eyes when he proposed divorce.

He felt as if a piece of his heart had suddenly gone empty, leaving him feeling dull and extremely uncomfortable.

He frowned, suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

Afterwards, he went directly to visit the Rong family.

Rong Shanhui had already received news of Rong Jinxin's return from him. When she saw him again, her eyes welled up with tears. She held his hand and said, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

She had been dreaming about Su Wan every night for the past few days. Although they were all about trivial things from her past interactions with Su Wan, she was really afraid that Huo Beixiao was really gone. She feared that when she went to the underworld to see Su Wan in the future, Su Wan would blame her for killing her only son.

"Aunt Rong, I'm sorry to have worried you." Huo Beixiao felt a little guilty when he saw the old woman like this.

Rong Shanhui wiped her eyes. "I'm fine, but Qiaoqiao's injuries haven't healed yet, and she's been worrying about you. She can't eat or sleep well, and she looks haggard."

Aunt Rong is alright now. You should go to the hospital for a full physical checkup, and then go stay with Qiao Qiao and take good care of her.

Huo Beixiao was surprised that Rong Shanhui would ask him to take care of Yang Qiaoqiao, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly came to terms with it. Regardless of the reason for his marriage to Yang Qiaoqiao, in the eyes of his elders, he and Yang Qiaoqiao were indeed husband and wife.

And they are a couple who already have two children.

As a husband, it was only natural for him to take care of his injured wife, and it was also reasonable for Aunt Rong to ask him to take care of Yang Qiaoqiao.

He thought about it and decided not to tell Rong Shanhui about his intention to divorce Yang Qiaoqiao.

After all, Rong Shanhui was just his mother's friend, not a direct relative, and he had no reason to bother her with his own private matters.

He nodded. "Aunt Rong, don't worry, I know. I will take good care of her."

*

"Brother Beixiao, you're back."

Huo Beixiao returned to the hotel and had just opened the door when Jiang Yiran, who had just showered and was wearing an almost transparent nightgown, pounced on him.

He frowned, instinctively dodged away, then turned away without looking at Jiang Yiran, and said coldly, "Put your clothes on!"

Jiang Yiran shivered from the coldness of Huo Beixiao's voice.

She glanced at Huo Beixiao's narrow waist and felt the aura of "keep away" emanating from him. A flash of resentment crossed her eyes, and she abandoned the idea of ​​hugging Huo Beixiao from behind and creating intimate contact with him.

She obediently put on a coat that covered her body completely before saying with a pitiful expression, "Brother Beixiao, I'm all dressed."

Huo Beixiao turned to look at her, his deep eyes scrutinizing her face.

Jiang Yiran's heart leaped into her throat. She couldn't help but swallow hard and asked nervously, "Brother Bei Xiao, why are you looking at me like that? Did Yang Qiaoqiao say something to you?"

Huo Beixiao didn't speak, but his sharp, hawk-like gaze remained fixed on her.

Jiang Yiran got a little anxious and quickly explained, "Brother Beixiao, Yang Qiaoqiao was capable of doing things like getting into your bed, getting pregnant, and then using the child to force you to marry her."

Now that she knows you don't remember the past, she definitely won't admit to the shameless things she did. She'll also say a lot of bad things about me to make you misunderstand me and hate me. Please don't believe her, okay?

As Jiang Yiran spoke, she began to sob and wipe away her tears.

“She doesn’t know I have amnesia and hasn’t said anything, so don’t overthink it,” Huo Beixiao suddenly said before Jiang Yiran burst into tears.

Jiang Yiran was taken aback.

What did it mean when he didn't say anything?

Was he bluffing her?

Jiang Yiran felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly by a large hand.

It was only then that she realized that although she had been nominally husband and wife with Huo Beixiao for so long in her previous life, she really didn't understand Huo Beixiao at all.

Huo Beixiao is a much more profound person than she previously thought.

No wonder she never discovered Huo Beixiao's identity as a cement factory worker, even though they lived under the same roof for so long in her past life.

She forced a smile and reached out to tug at Huo Beixiao's sleeve. "Brother Beixiao, don't be angry. I'm just too worried about you and love you too much."

"You were taken away from me by your sister again. That's why people were so agitated, afraid that your sister would take you away from you again."

Huo Beixiao's gaze, devoid of any discernible emotion, fell upon Jiang Yiran once more, without uttering a word.

Jiang Yiran felt uneasy under her gaze, and the cold sweat on her back almost soaked her clothes.

But she dared not say a word now, for fear that if she said too much, Huo Beixiao would discover her weakness again.

After a brief standoff, Huo Beixiao finally spoke again, "Go stay in the next room. I've already paid for the room."

“Brother Beixiao…”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yiran looked up, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed at Huo Beixiao.

"There are clothes in the next room that I asked the waiter to buy for you. If you are not satisfied, you can go and buy some more yourself."

I have to work and don't have time to spend with you. If you need more money, you can let me know.

As Huo Beixiao spoke, he took out a wad of cash from his wallet and handed it to Jiang Yiran.

Jiang Yiran looked at the thick wad of Hong Kong dollars in Huo Beixiao's hand and estimated that it must be at least three thousand dollars.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

How long has it been since she's seen so much money?

Even if she saved Qin Dadong, and after she followed Qin Dadong, no matter how much Qin Dadong was willing to spend on her, his own financial situation was limited, and he could only give her thirty or fifty yuan at most each time.

Now Huo Beixiao spends three thousand yuan at a time.

She excitedly accepted the money, still feigning a wronged expression. "Brother Beixiao, I understand. You go back to work, I'll wait for you in the next room."

Jiang Yiran took the money from Huo Beixiao, but did not leave immediately.

She looked at Huo Beixiao hesitantly and asked cautiously, "Brother Beixiao, when will you finish work?"

Meeting Huo Beixiao's sharp gaze, she quickly added, "I wanted to ask when we can go back to the mainland?"

"About ten more days," Huo Beixiao replied.

Jiang Yiran bit her lip and asked, "Brother Beixiao, have you thought about us settling down in Hong Kong in the future?"

She is still a wanted criminal on the mainland of China. If she goes back, she will probably be arrested and imprisoned as soon as she sets foot on the mainland.

Therefore, if she could keep Huo Beixiao in Hong Kong and then have him transfer his assets there, that would be the safest option for her.