Yang Qiaoqiao looked up at the man in front of her, whom she had once mistakenly thought she could spend her life with.

Since he brought up divorce without even giving a reason or leaving any room for negotiation, she didn't want to argue with him any further.

"Don't worry, we'll get a divorce as soon as we get back, and I won't make a fuss. But I won't give you the child. If you insist on fighting for it, I won't mind filing for divorce."

Although divorce and litigation are both shameful things in this day and age, and going to court for divorce will make people gossip behind her back, she doesn't care about any of that if Huo Beixiao really wants to fight her for custody.

Anger almost burst forth from Huo Beixiao's dark, deep eyes.

This woman used such dirty methods to give birth to his child, and now she still has the nerve to argue with him?

He didn't want to argue with a woman in a hospital, so he quickly suppressed his anger, looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with cold eyes, and asked, "When do you plan to go back?"

"Ten days later," Yang Qiaoqiao replied decisively.

The doctor examined her today, and she will need about ten more days to recover and be discharged from the hospital.

She has now taken care of everything she needed to do in Hong Kong and is just waiting to recover before returning home.

Huo Beixiao's eyes darkened, and he replied, "Alright, then I'll wait for you to go back."

After saying that, Huo Beixiao turned to leave, but after taking only one step, he turned back and looked at Qiao Haifan with sharp eyes. "Mr. Qiao, can I talk to you?"

Qiao Haifan met Huo Beixiao's eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "Okay."

"Qiaoqiao, I'll be right back after I leave." He said to Yang Qiaoqiao in a low voice before stepping out of the ward with Huo Beixiao.

Yang Qiaoqiao looked at the door closing again, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.

These past few days, she's actually thought a lot about Huo Beixiao's sudden unusual behavior.

Sometimes she would unconsciously make excuses for Huo Beixiao.

She even wondered if Huo Beixiao had a memory problem, which was why he suddenly became like this and suddenly wanted a divorce.

But soon, she herself dismissed this absurd idea.

If Huo Beixiao's memory was truly impaired due to his head injury, he should have forgotten her, not acted as he does now.

In the corridor outside the ward.

Qiao Haifan stopped in his tracks. "Mr. Huo, if you have something to say to me, you can say it here."

Huo Beixiao looked at him with deep eyes.

He actually had nothing to say to Qiao Haifan.

For some reason, he found it particularly irritating to see Qiao Haifan standing next to Yang Qiaoqiao. He just wanted to get him away from Yang Qiaoqiao, but he didn't have a good reason.

"Qiao Haifan, as long as Yang Qiaoqiao and I are not divorced, she will still be my wife. Please keep your distance from my wife, otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite to you."

Qiao Haifan didn't expect Huo Beixiao to say this to him.

He reached out and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. "Mr. Huo, I'm sorry, I can't comply."

Even if you never intended to divorce Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao still has the right to make friends.

Now that you're divorcing Qiaoqiao, you have even less right to interfere in her friendships. And of course, it's none of Mr. Huo's business who I, Qiaoqiao, choose to befriend.

After Qiao Haifan finished speaking, his face still maintained a refined demeanor. "Mr. Huo, I'm sorry, Qiao Qiao can't be left alone right now, so I'll head back first."

After Qiao Haifan finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the ward.

Behind him, Huo Beixiao's gaze was as cold as an ice blade.

"What did Huo Beixiao say to you?"

Upon seeing Qiao Haifan return, Yang Qiaoqiao asked.

Qiao Haifan smiled and said, "He asked me about recruiting at Gangcheng University. He's been busy recruiting architectural designers there these past few days."

A bitter look involuntarily flashed in Yang Qiaoqiao's eyes.

Huo Beixiao didn't miss a single thing, whether it was work or social interactions, which shows that his absurd claims of amnesia were simply unfounded.

There were no excuses or reasons; he simply wanted to divorce her.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

After being discharged from the hospital, Yang Qiaoqiao first visited Rong Shanhui at the Rong family home to thank them for taking care of her during this time and to say goodbye.

Rong Shanhui was somewhat surprised to see Yang Qiaoqiao. "Qiaoqiao, what brings you here? Beixiao just left..."

Yang Qiaoqiao was also taken aback; she hadn't expected to arrive at the Rong family home one after the other with Huo Beixiao.

Seeing that her expression was off, Rong Shanhui also remembered that Huo Beixiao had not mentioned Yang Qiaoqiao when he came to see her recently, and that Huo Beixiao had even been somewhat evasive when she asked him about Yang Qiaoqiao.

"Qiaoqiao, did you and Beixiao have a fight?" Rong Shanhui asked, pulling Yang Qiaoqiao along.

Yang Qiaoqiao shared the same thought as Huo Beixiao: there was no need to tell their non-direct relatives about what happened between them.

She smiled and said, "Aunt Rong, no, we didn't quarrel. It's just that he's been handling all our work matters by himself lately, and he's been quite busy."

I didn't tell him I was being discharged from the hospital today. I was thinking of coming to see you first, and then going straight back to the hotel to find him later. I didn't expect him to come to see you too.

Rong Shanhui, a woman, led her family from China to overseas and then to Hong Kong, and managed to make the Rong family a prominent family in Hong Kong. Her vision was undoubtedly sharp.

Yang Qiaoqiao's lie couldn't fool her at all.

However, she could also tell that neither Huo Beixiao nor Yang Qiaoqiao wanted to tell her about their relationship.

She doesn't even concern herself with the private affairs of her own children and grandchildren anymore, so naturally she won't pry into Yang Qiaoqiao and Huo Beixiao's lives either.

He simply nodded and said, "It's good that you two didn't have a fight."

Yang Qiaoqiao chatted with Rong Shanhui for a while longer before mentioning that she planned to return to the mainland the next day, and that she had already bought her ferry ticket.

Rong Shanhui patted the hand that was holding her arm, "Okay, then you go back first. I'll have Jinxin handle business matters with you more often in the future."

If Jinxin does anything wrong, please give him some pointers.

"In a few years, when our port city returns to the embrace of the motherland, this old woman will go back to see you."

When Rong Shanhui mentioned having Yang Qiaoqiao guide Rong Jinxin, she couldn't help but say with some emotion, "Jinxin is the same age as you, but when it comes to doing things, he's not even a fraction as good as you."

When Yang Qiaoqiao was hospitalized, Rong Shanhui would visit her at the hospital whenever she had free time, and sometimes she would run into her dealing with work-related matters.

Listening to her make phone calls to the mainland, calmly directing various arrangements, she really felt that Yang Qiaoqiao was not a young girl in her early twenties at all.

Even if she were to make the arrangements that Yang Qiaoqiao made, she might not be able to do them as well as Yang Qiaoqiao.

Yang Qiaoqiao felt a little embarrassed by Rong Shanhui's praise. In fact, Rong Jinxin and Rong Jingchen were already outstanding among their peers.

Rong Shanhui felt that she was thorough and experienced in doing things, and that she was just lucky to have lived a lifetime longer than others.