After Huo Beixiao left the room, Jiang Yiran rolled around on the big bed.

She had never lived in such a nice house or slept in such a nice bed in both of her lives combined.

The room and bed she stayed in at the Jiang family's house were decent, but they were still a little worse than this.

After the initial excitement subsided, she thought of Huo Beixiao's indifferent attitude towards her and couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly.

She needs to think of a way to win over Huo Beixiao as soon as possible.

She didn't know much about Huo Beixiao, but there was one thing she did know about him.

That is, Huo Beixiao has an extremely strong sense of responsibility.

She had to use this to keep Huo Beixiao firmly under her control.

With that in mind, she decided not to rest anymore.

I got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

It's already midsummer, and the hot and humid climate in Haicheng makes people even more irritable.

After finding the ingredients in the kitchen, she cooked a pot of plum juice.

When I instinctively thought of putting the plum juice into the water tank to chill it, I suddenly remembered that there was a refrigerator in the kitchen.

Refrigerators of this era didn't have the fancy double-door or French door designs of later generations; they simply had a refrigerator on top and a freezer on the bottom. They also didn't come in the sophisticated black, white, or gray colors that became popular later, but rather a light green.

From a modern perspective, this refrigerator is incredibly ugly.

But now, this refrigerator is definitely a symbol of money.

This refrigerator costs nearly ten thousand yuan.

In Sichuan province, you can count on one hand the number of households with tens of thousands of yuan in a county. You can imagine how much wealth a family must have to spend ten thousand yuan to buy a refrigerator.

Jiang Yiran felt even more satisfied and proud.

It was as if she was already the lady of the house.

She took some ice cubes from the refrigerator, put them into the plum juice, and carried it upstairs.

"Brother Beixiao, are you inside?" she knocked on the door and asked softly.

Huo Beixiao frowned almost imperceptibly.

Although he told Jiang Yiran to contact him if she needed anything, he didn't actually want her to contact him.

He got up and opened the door. "What is it?"

Jiang Yiran looked up at Huo Beixiao with a shy and timid expression, "Brother Beixiao, I see you have to go back to work as soon as you get home, it must be too hard for you."

I can't really help you much, so I just made you some plum juice. Drink some to cool down.

Huo Beixiao glanced at the plum juice she was holding.

Although somewhat annoyed, remembering that she meant well, he picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he put the bowl back on her tray and said, "Alright, go and rest now, don't bother me anymore."

As he spoke, he was about to close the door.

Jiang Yiran became a little anxious and quickly reached out to block the door. "Brother Beixiao, wait!"

"Bang!"

At the same time, the bowl on the tray she was carrying slipped from her hand and shattered on the ground.

"ah!"

Jiang Yiran screamed in fright and instinctively jumped up and down on the spot.

Who knew that when her foot landed, she would step right on a shard of broken porcelain.

"ah--"

Another scream rang out. She lost her balance in pain and was about to fall to the ground.

Huo Beixiao frowned. Although he was not keen on having any physical contact with her, he couldn't just stand by and watch her fall into the pile of broken porcelain shards in front of him.

He reached out and caught her. "Are you alright?"

Jiang Yiran looked shaken, blinked, and looked at Huo Beixiao with tears welling up in her eyes. "Brother Beixiao, my foot hurts..."

A fleeting look of annoyance crossed Huo Beixiao's eyes.

As soon as Guo Tao and Zhou Yang went upstairs, they saw Huo Beixiao carrying Jiang Yiran with one arm.

The moment Zhou Yang saw Jiang Yiran's face clearly, he felt a surge of heat rush to his head.

He didn't care about anything else and rushed towards Huo Beixiao in three quick steps.

A punch landed squarely on Huo Beixiao's face. "Huo Beixiao, you bastard!"

At this moment, Huo Beixiao unconsciously tightened his grip on Jiang Yiran's hand, instinctively protecting her out of a sense of responsibility.

But at the same time Zhou Yang made his move, Guo Tao pulled Jiang Yiran away.

Jiang Yiran's foot was pricked by a shard of porcelain, and she was already in so much pain that she couldn't stand steadily. When Guo Tao pulled her, she fell awkwardly into the shards of porcelain on the ground.

"ah--"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the house.

Zhou Yang ignored all of that and kept punching Huo Beixiao, shouting, "Huo Beixiao, you trash, how dare you humiliate my sister Qiao Qiao like this!"

You bastard, I'll beat you to death—"

Before Zhou Yang could even finish his curse, Huo Beixiao grabbed his wrist, then twisted his hands behind his back and pinned him against the wall.

Huo Beixiao looked at Zhou Yang, but he had absolutely no memory of Zhou Yang.

But from what Zhou Yang just said, he knew that Zhou Yang was on Yang Qiaoqiao's side and had come to stand up for Yang Qiaoqiao.

He said coldly, "Since Yang Qiaoqiao used such means to get this marriage, she should have expected this kind of ending."

"She has nothing to be aggrieved about?"

When Zhou Yang learned that Yang Qiaoqiao had just married Huo Beixiao, everyone thought that Yang Qiaoqiao had used tricks to switch marriages with Jiang Yiran.

But he had previously thought that Huo Beixiao already knew Yang Qiaoqiao's character, so he no longer believed such nonsense.

Unexpectedly, Huo Beixiao had always viewed Yang Qiaoqiao in this way, and had always thought this way about his marriage with Yang Qiaoqiao.

That bastard has been putting on a really good act these past two years!

Guo Tao couldn't believe that Huo Beixiao would say such a thing.

He looked at Huo Beixiao with a face full of disappointment, "Huo Beixiao, even if there was some misunderstanding when Qiao Qiao married you, it has been explained away long ago."

What's more, Qiaoqiao has been through thick and thin with you for the past two years. When you were in your most difficult time, who was trying to save you, even at the cost of being condemned by everyone? Have you forgotten all of that, or do you simply have no heart at all?

"You're just a heartless, ungrateful bastard?"

Huo Beixiao frowned and looked at Guo Tao.

He truly had no memory of Yang Qiaoqiao doing anything remarkable for him.

Jiang Yiran's heart jumped into her throat when she heard what Zhou Yang and Guo Tao said.

He was afraid that if the two of them said something else, it would trigger Huo Beixiao's memories of Yang Qiaoqiao.

Ignoring the pain from the shards of porcelain cutting her feet and hands, she stood up, spread her arms, and stood in front of Huo Beixiao with a righteous expression.

"I know you're all on my sister's side, and you like her but not me. If you have any grudges against my sister, take them out on me, don't go after Brother Beixiao."

Bei Xiao has already suffered enough!

Guo Tao's fierce gaze fell on Jiang Yiran, and he raised his large, fan-like hand, "Don't you dare think I don't hit women!"

"stop!"

As Huo Beixiao's cold voice rang out, his large, iron-like hand gripped Guo Tao's hand.

At that moment, another voice rang out at the top of the stairs, "Jiang Yiran?"