Jiang Yong'an and Peng Cuiying both fell silent.

She even looked at Jiang Yiran with some anticipation.

Jiang Yiran's tears fell like beads from a broken string. She bit her lip and shook her head pitifully, clearly disagreeing with divorcing Qin Haiyang.

Qin Haiyang's face turned dark.

What does Jiang Jiahua mean by this?

He helped pay off the debt, which was considered repaying the life-saving grace his grandfather had shown him years ago, and he also wanted Jiang Yiran to divorce him.

But that money was clearly owed by Jiang Yiran.

In the end, he lost both his money and his family, and even his gratitude to the Jiang family was gone. How could such a good thing happen?

"I don't agree to a divorce!" Qin Haiyang said firmly, but he couldn't say what he really thought. He only said, "Dad, Ranran and I are truly in love. You can't be so cruel as to separate us."

"Dad, I don't want to divorce Haiyang either, sob sob sob..."

Having weathered many storms, Jiang Jiahua immediately nodded, "Alright, in that case, you two will have nothing to do with my Jiang family from now on."

Jiang Yong'an and Yang Cuiying wanted to plead for Jiang Yiran.

But before the two could even open their mouths, Jiang Jiahua stopped them, "Shut up! If you two can't bear to part with them, then get out with them!"

A hint of hatred flashed in Jiang Yiran's tearful eyes. She said that even if Jiang Qiaoqiao came back, she would always be their biological daughter and they would always dote on her and love her. It was all a lie!

Now that they see Jiang Qiaoqiao doing well, they immediately want to abandon her when she suffers.

Just wait! Once her Ocean Brother becomes successful, she'll definitely make up for today's humiliation.

Jiang Yiran looked heartbroken. After Peng Cuiying lent her money to help her pay off the loan sharks, the mother and daughter cried their eyes out when they said goodbye.

Even Jiang Yong'an's eyes reddened.

After Jiang Yiran and Qin Haiyang left, Peng Cuiying couldn't help but complain to Jiang Jiahua, "Old Jiang, even if Ranran made a mistake this time, she is still our daughter. Why did you say such harsh and cruel things?"

Jiang Jiahua frowned and glared at Peng Cuiying. "Is she our daughter? Qiaoqiao is our daughter!"

"But that brat doesn't know how to be close to us at all. She's nothing like Ranran, who's so considerate," Peng Cuiying muttered under her breath.

Jiang Jiahua frowned. "She's considerate? If she were considerate, she wouldn't have used our name to borrow money from loan sharks! And think about it yourself. Since they got married, you've been working and doing housework every day, constantly complaining of backaches and headaches. Jiang Yiran has been staying at home nine out of ten days. Has she helped you at all? Besides offering a few words of comfort, has she ever given you a massage?"

Peng Cuiying was speechless for a moment.

In fact, during this time, she often thought about the days when Jiang Qiaoqiao was at home two years ago.

Back then, their home was always tidy and orderly, and their clothes were not only washed clean but also ironed perfectly.

Every day when they come home from get off work, there is a hot meal waiting for them.

After meals, whenever she showed any signs of discomfort, Jiang Qiaoqiao would boil hot water for her to soak her feet and give her a massage.

Back then, she could sleep soundly and comfortably every day.

Peng Cuiying was speechless for a moment.

Jiang Jiahua said with a look of disdain, "She only knows how to do the work of servants. How can she compare to Ranran, who is well-behaved and sensible, and whose words are pleasant to hear?"

Jiang Jiahua glared at Jiang Yong'an with exasperation and said in a deep voice, "I don't care who you find pleasing to hear! As long as Jiang Yiran doesn't divorce Qin Haiyang, she's not my daughter. You'd better have less contact with her. If you let her and the Qin family drag our family down with you again, I won't let you off the hook!"

After saying this, Jiang Jiahua turned and left.

Jiang Yong'an looked at Peng Cuiying, "Mom—"

Peng Cuiying hardened her heart and said, "Listen to your father. It's a good thing for Ranran to divorce Qin Haiyang. Otherwise, she'll be obsessed with Qin Haiyang becoming the richest man, and who knows what trouble she'll cause in the future."

*

Meanwhile, Jiang Qiaoqiao was completely unaware of everything that had happened in the Jiang family.

She and Huo Beixiao had arrived at the large courtyard she had previously chosen.

It just so happened that the owners of the three houses she had her eye on were playing chess with some old men in the courtyard.

"Uncle Wang, is your house still available for rent?"

She wanted to buy the house, as this location would become the center of the entire county and the first area to be demolished.

If she buys it and it gets demolished later, she can exchange it for two houses or two storefronts, which would also be an asset.

But she only had so much money, which wasn't enough, so she could only consider renting it for now.

Grandpa Wang waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, not even glancing at her. "I'm not renting it out, I'm only selling it!"

"Uncle Wang, when I came last time, didn't you say it was available for rent or sale? How come..."

Grandpa Wang then looked at her and said, "Hey, my wife and I were thinking that we might come back to retire in the future. But a couple of days ago my son called and said that they just bought a small villa over there and that the whole family will not be coming back. He told us to sell the house here so that we won't have any worries in the future."

Jiang Qiaoqiao: ...

Based on current market prices, Mr. Wang's three rooms, which are about 80 square meters, would cost at least 15,000 yuan.

Her little bit of money...

"Uncle Wang, how much do you plan to sell this house?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao was still hesitant when Huo Beixiao asked.

“This is the second time you’ve come to see my house, so you must have inquired about the price. I’m sincerely selling, and if you’re sincere in buying, I’ll give you a discount; I’ll sell it to you for 14,000.”

The price was actually a thousand yuan less than Jiang Qiaoqiao had expected.

Jiang Qiaoqiao was smitten.

But without money, even if your heart races, it's useless.

Just as she was feeling discouraged, she heard Huo Beixiao say, "Okay. Sir, I'll give you a thousand yuan as a deposit first. Could you write me a note, and we can go and complete the formalities together tomorrow morning?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao stared in shock.

She watched as Huo Beixiao handed a stack of four heads to Grandpa Wang. After Grandpa Wang wrote down the note, signed it, and put his fingerprint on it, Huo Beixiao stuffed a pen into her hand and asked her to sign and put her fingerprint on it. She was still a little dazed when Huo Beixiao put the pen into her hand and asked her to sign and put her fingerprint on it.

When Jiang Qiaoqiao walked out of the courtyard where Grandpa Wang lived, she was still a little dazed.

"Where did you get so much money?" she couldn't help but ask Huo Beixiao.

You have to understand that in those days, people with ten thousand yuan were extremely rare; you couldn't find more than a handful in the entire county.

Huo Beixiao is just a first-level worker, earning a fixed monthly salary. Where did he get so much money?

Besides, didn't he already give all the money to Jiang Yiran?

It seems he even argued with his father about borrowing thirty yuan from him back then.

Jiang Qiaoqiao's mind was full of question marks.

Huo Beixiao took her hand. "I'll take you somewhere."