"Nothing more, thank you."

After ordering, Qiao Haifan politely handed the menu to the waiter.

"Qiaoqiao, their steaks are all made with Australian Wagyu beef, and the chef's skills are excellent. You can have a good taste of them later."

Qiao Haifan introduced Yang Qiaoqiao.

Yang Qiaoqiao was looking out the window at the Huangpu River and the lights of Haicheng gradually coming on at night.

Although Haicheng still lags behind Gangcheng, it is now clear that the gap between Haicheng and Gangcheng is gradually narrowing.

Especially when the lights come on at night, Haicheng brings out the feeling of a bustling metropolis as the economic center of China.

She snapped out of her reverie and nodded. "Mm."

After the steak was served, Qiao Haifan thoughtfully cut it for her and asked the waiter to decan a bottle of red wine for her.

The bright red wine, poured into a stemmed glass, refracted fragmented light under the lamp.

Qiao Haifan raised his glass and said, "Qiao Qiao, this is the first time the two of us have eaten alone. I wish you all the best."

"Thank you." Yang Qiaoqiao looked at Qiao Haifan with a gleam in her eyes and said sincerely.

Just then, a polite voice came from the side, "Mr. Huo, Ms. Jiang, your seats are over here."

As soon as Yang Qiaoqiao heard the waiter's words, she felt two familiar gazes, one sharp and the other filled with hatred.

She looked up and saw Huo Beixiao and Jiang Yiran walking into the restaurant under the guidance of a waiter.

As she looked over, Jiang Yiran reached out and took Huo Beixiao's arm.

Huo Beixiao frowned slightly and removed his hand.

Jiang Yiran's expression and movements stiffened slightly, and then she glared fiercely at Yang Qiaoqiao.

Huo Beixiao's sharp gaze lingered on Yang Qiaoqiao and Qiao Haifan for a while before finally looking away.

He strode off with his long legs to the table Jiang Yiran had reserved with the waiter.

Jiang Yiran only breathed a sigh of relief after he sat down.

She quickly poured him a glass of water. "Brother Beixiao, have some water, don't be angry. That's just her personality; she likes to associate with men."

But she will definitely know her limits. Even if she meets a gay man at a restaurant like this, it will only be for business purposes.

My sister is really good at business, unlike me, I can't do anything, I can only...

As Jiang Yiran spoke, she lowered her head, looking dejected.

Originally, she wanted to say that she didn't know anything, and then take the opportunity to admire Huo Beixiao.

In her past life, she especially loved reading those domineering CEO novels, and the doting wives in those novels all acted this way.

Both can greatly satisfy a man's ego and make him feel overjoyed.

She had tried it on Zhang Wei before, and men really do fall for it.

Therefore, she now plans to use the same tactic on Huo Beixiao.

Now that Huo Beixiao believes they have a relationship, if she makes good use of Huo Beixiao's psychology, it's only a matter of time before she wins him over.

Before she could even speak, Huo Beixiao glanced at her indifferently and said, "Don't gossip about others behind their backs."

"Since you know where other people's strengths lie and where your weaknesses lie, you should learn from them."

Now that men and women are equal, even leaders say "women hold up half the sky." It's not shameful for women to do business; what's shameful is being unable to do anything and even support yourself.

When Huo Beixiao said this, he glanced at Jiang Yiran indifferently.

Jiang Yiran's remaining words were stuck in her throat, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood in anger.

How could Huo Beixiao be so straight-manly?

But at this moment, she could only clench her fists to hide her emotions and said in a well-behaved manner, "Brother Beixiao, I understand. I will study the skills and learn to be self-reliant."

Taking this opportunity, Huo Beixiao said to Jiang Yiran, "I've been thinking about this these past few days. It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. It's not a long-term solution for you to rely on me to give you money to make a living."

"Do you have any jobs you're interested in? Even if you don't know how, it's okay. I can arrange for someone to teach you, and once you've learned, I'll arrange related work for you. That way, no matter what happens in the future, you'll at least be able to support yourself."

Jiang Yiran couldn't help but sneer inwardly when she heard Huo Beixiao's words.

If she wanted a job, the Jiang family could have arranged one for her when she returned to the family. Why would she need to wait for Huo Beixiao to arrange one for her?

Heaven has been so kind to her, not only giving her a second chance at life but also paving the way for her. It's not so that she can work like a slave.

It was all so that she could live the life of a wealthy woman and enjoy a life of luxury.

She has to work, so she might as well just spread her legs and make money as quickly as she did in Hong Kong!

However, at that time, the money she earned was controlled by Zhang Wei and did not reach her own hands.

But she didn't dare show it in front of Huo Beixiao.

She lowered her head even further, looking guilty and aggrieved. "Brother Beixiao, I've never worked before, and I don't know what kind of work I can do."

"Why don't you arrange something for me, see what's suitable for me to learn, I'll listen to you."

Huo Beixiao frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked Jiang Yiran, "Accounting or fashion design, which do you prefer to study?"

Jiang Yiran never expected that Huo Beixiao was actually already considering making her learn something and work like a slave.

At this point, she could only go along with Huo Beixiao, biting her lip and saying, "Then, Brother Beixiao, shall I study fashion design?"

My older sister is in the clothing business; she must have made a lot of money. If I learn clothing design, maybe I can…

Hearing Jiang Yiran mention Yang Qiaoqiao again, Huo Beixiao frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to compare yourself with others. What others do or what business they're in is none of your business."

You only need to consider what you're willing to learn, what you can learn, and whether you can make a living with this skill after learning it.

Jiang Yiran bit her lip and could only say, "Brother Beixiao, I'll study fashion design."

"Okay," Huo Beixiao replied. "I'll make some arrangements for you in the next few days so you can go to school and study fashion design."

Afterwards, Jiang Yiran tried several times to find an opportunity to talk to Huo Beixiao, but Huo Beixiao was only absentmindedly cutting the steak on his plate, his eyes always on Yang Qiaoqiao out of the corner of his eye.

For some reason, the current scene felt strangely familiar to him, as if he had experienced it before.

But the person sitting with him eating steak back then wasn't Jiang Yiran, it was Yang Qiaoqiao!

When Huo Beixiao realized what was happening, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The look in his eyes as he looked up at Yang Qiaoqiao was now filled with even more eagerness.

Could this be the past he forgot about him and Yang Qiaoqiao?