After leaving the KTV, Yang Qiaoqiao got into the car, and Huo Beixiao wanted to get in the car with her.

"You sit in the front." After saying that, Yang Qiaoqiao slammed the back door shut.

Huo Beixiao stood outside the car window, his lips pressed into a straight line, and even his eyelids drooped down. He looked so aggrieved that he couldn't be more aggrieved.

Yang Qiaoqiao's heart was pounding uncontrollably.

But she held back, because no matter the reason, some things, from the moment Huo Beixiao did them, were irreversible between them.

Huo Beixiao stood silently outside the car, while Yang Qiaoqiao sat quietly inside.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for an unknown period of time, separated by the car window.

After a while, Huo Beixiao finally staggered toward the front of the car.

Just when Yang Qiaoqiao thought he would go to sit in the passenger seat, he actually walked to the front of the car and sat down directly in front of it.

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

In the past, when Huo Beixiao was alone with her, he would sometimes act like a rogue.

But she never expected that Huo Beixiao, after getting drunk, would be so shameless as to act like a brat on the street.

Xiao Li, who was driving, looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with some difficulty and asked, "Miss Yang, what do we do now?"

The car could certainly bypass Huo Beixiao, but he felt that Yang Qiaoqiao wouldn't be so heartless as to bypass him completely, ignoring Huo Beixiao.

Yang Qiaoqiao frowned slightly and gave Huo Beixiao a cold look.

"If he doesn't get on the bus, he'll go around it."

Anyway, she's already gotten him out of the karaoke bar. If he wants to go crazy in the street, then let him.

Xiao Li was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. No wonder Miss Yang was chosen by Old Master Xia. This kind of courage is truly that of a person who is capable of great things.

Huo Beixiao sat on the ground for a while, then suddenly noticed that the car behind him had started.

He stood up unsteadily, and saw Yang Qiaoqiao's car speed away from him...

The car's exhaust fumes sprayed into his face. He instinctively tried to chase after it, but somehow his feet came together, and he tripped and fell face-first to the ground.

Looking at Huo Beixiao's disheveled appearance as he fell to the ground in the rearview mirror, Yang Qiaoqiao's eyes flashed with a complex emotion.

If Huo Beixiao had simply taken a liking to another woman, as long as that woman wasn't Jiang Yiran, she might have been able to part ways with him amicably.

Even if they can't be friends after the divorce, they can at least help each other in business, having an extra helper.

But unfortunately, the woman Huo Beixiao is messing with is Jiang Yiran. To her, Huo Beixiao is like gold that has fallen into a latrine. Although she feels a little sorry if she doesn't pick him up, picking him up would only make her feel more disgusted!

A while after Yang Qiaoqiao's car disappeared, Huo Beixiao was still lying on the ground without moving.

His deep eyes watched the direction Yang Qiaoqiao's car left in, and he felt his heart gradually empty. He felt as if there were many forgotten things in his mind that were about to surface.

But when he tried to think about it carefully, his mind went blank again, with only a throbbing pain in his temples.

"Brother Beixiao, Brother Beixiao, what happened to you? Why are you lying on the street!"

Just as Huo Beixiao's consciousness was becoming hazy due to the numbing effect of alcohol, an anxious and worried voice rang in his ear.

At the same time, Jiang Yiran had already taken his arm and was about to help him up.

He instinctively tried to break free from Jiang Yiran's hand.

Jiang Yiran hugged his arm, tears welling up in her eyes, and said anxiously, "Brother Beixiao, I know you don't like me and don't want to have much to do with me, but you're so drunk right now, you're bound to catch a cold if you sleep on the street all night."

Please let me take you home, okay? I promise, I'll leave as soon as you get home safely, and I definitely won't bother you.

"No need." Although Huo Beixiao was very drunk, the last bit of rationality he had left made him instinctively wary of Jiang Yiran.

Without hesitation, he pulled his arm out of Jiang Yiran's grasp.

With that exertion, his body swayed again, and he staggered uncontrollably, almost falling over.

Jiang Yiran quickly helped him up again, "Brother Beixiao, you've done so much for me, now I'll do something to repay your kindness."

As she spoke, she hailed a taxi and helped Huo Beixiao into the car.

"Brother Beixiao, be careful, let me help you upstairs."

When they arrived at the old Western-style house on Siping Road where Huo Beixiao lived, Jiang Yiran helped Huo Beixiao, who was drunk and almost completely unconscious, upstairs while greedily looking at the understated yet luxurious decor of the house.

She finally found another opportunity to come back.

She helped Huo Beixiao into the house, and Huo Beixiao lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately.

Jiang Yiran rummaged through her bag and quickly found a stick of incense.

She glanced at Huo Beixiao on the bed, her gaze darkening slightly as she looked at the incense.

Then they lit the incense.

This incense was specially formulated by Zhang Wei when she was doing business in the port city. He went to great lengths to find someone to blend it in order to help her business improve. It was meant to enhance the pleasure of men.

After dealing with Zhang Wei, she burned everything in the room that held her humiliation, except for this one thing.

Because she knew how useful this thing was, and she felt that keeping it would come in handy someday.

Now... well, here it comes in handy!

After lighting the incense, she didn't rush. Instead, she went downstairs, found some ingredients in the kitchen, and cooked a bowl of hangover soup before bringing it into Huo Beixiao's room.

"Brother Beixiao, wake up. Drink this hangover soup before you go back to sleep." She held the hangover soup in one hand and helped Huo Beixiao up with the other.

Huo Beixiao opened his still dazed eyes and looked at Jiang Yiran.

A pleasant smile suddenly appeared on her lips. "Qiaoqiao, you're back. I knew you still cared about me and wouldn't leave me alone."

Jiang Yiran's face stiffened, her hand holding the hangover soup tightened slightly, and she unconsciously clenched her back teeth.

Jojo, Jojo!

What's so good about that bitch Yang Qiaoqiao?

In his past life, Qin Haiyang, who was successful, cherished her like a treasure.

Even the successful Huo Beixiao could only think of her!

Jiang Yiran was so angry that she almost ground her back teeth to powder.

But his expression remained completely unchanged. "Bei Xiao, stop talking about that. Drink this hangover soup first. Look how drunk you are..."

As she spoke, she brought the hangover soup to Huo Beixiao's lips.

Huo Beixiao thought she was Yang Qiaoqiao and had no defenses or resistance towards her at all. He took her hand and drank the whole bowl of hangover soup.

After finishing her drink, she made a gesture as if to put the bowl away.

Huo Beixiao hugged her tightly, "Qiaoqiao, don't go, don't leave me..."

Jiang Yiran's face was a mixture of hatred and smugness, but she quickly suppressed her emotions, as this might be her only chance.

The next morning, when Huo Beixiao woke up, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

He subconsciously raised his hand to rub his temples, opened his eyes, and a sleeping face suddenly appeared before him.

He was startled, and his brows furrowed deeply.