"Huo Beixiao, you get the hell out here!"

Upon arriving at Huo Beixiao's house, Lin Xiaohui kicked the door open.

"Get out here!"

"Come!"

An'an and Lele followed their grandmother, hands on their hips, shouting with great enthusiasm.

After Huo Beixiao arrived home, he immediately began packing his things.

When Jiang Yiran saw him come back and start packing, she asked him, somewhat curiously, if he wasn't going to stay here for a couple more days.

Huo Beixiao told her directly that the house had already been allocated to Yang Qiaoqiao during their divorce.

Although Jiang Yiran felt a little uncomfortable, she quickly thought about it and realized that it was better for Huo Beixiao to give Yang Qiaoqiao this self-built house in such a backward place than to give her shares in the factory or shopping mall, or the old villa in Haicheng. So she felt relieved.

She was also prepared to help Huo Beixiao pack.

She opened the wardrobe and saw two suits that were already half-worn. As she reached for them, she said, "Brother Beixiao, these suits are too old to wear anymore. Why don't we just throw them away?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Huo Beixiao's sharp gaze pierce her. "Put it down, don't touch my things."

Huo Beixiao's deep, cold voice was like a blade of ice, instantly freezing Jiang Yiran in place.

Jiang Yiran felt both resentful and aggrieved. Although she didn't really want to be husband and wife with Huo Beixiao and live a good life, she had even thought about how to deal with Huo Beixiao.

But Huo Beixiao's current attitude towards her makes her feel both resentful and aggrieved.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she looked at Huo Beixiao with eyes full of grievance and accusation. "Brother Beixiao, we've already registered our marriage. We're husband and wife. You said you would make it up to me, but is this how you're making it up to me?"

Huo Beixiao looked at Jiang Yiran with cold eyes, "Jiang Yiran, I don't know who you killed in your past life to be executed. Don't you know yourself?"

When Jiang Yiran met Huo Beixiao's icy gaze, she felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

Her mind went blank for a moment.

Does Huo Beixiao already know the truth about his past life?

Was it that bitch Yang Qiaoqiao who told him?

But if Huo Beixiao knew the truth, his guilt towards her should be gone, so why did he still agree to get a marriage certificate with her?

Jiang Yiran's mind raced through a thousand thoughts in an instant.

But she quickly calmed down.

Even if Yang Qiaoqiao told Huo Beixiao that the person she killed in her past life was not Zhang Wei, but her, it wouldn't be Huo Beixiao's own memory.

Because when she killed Yang Qiaoqiao in her previous life, Huo Beixiao was already dead, and the grass on his grave was already incredibly tall.

Since it's only Yang Qiaoqiao's side of the story, she can simply deny it.

Tears welled up in her eyes and instantly spilled out. She looked at Huo Beixiao with a heartbroken expression, "Brother Beixiao, did my sister tell you this? So you believe my sister but not me, right?"

"If what my sister said is true and what I said is false, why do you feel guilty towards me instead of your sister when you dream about your past life?"

Jiang Yiran wept bitterly, her voice trembling with grief as she questioned Huo Beixiao.

At this moment, Huo Beixiao felt no guilt whatsoever, only annoyance and disgust.

After being hypnotized by a psychologist, he saw his past life with Jiang Yiran from an observer's perspective.

After his death, Jiang Yiran inherited all of his estate.

If Jiang Yiran manages that money properly, it would be enough for her to live a comfortable life.

But she gave the money to Zhang Wei, who then squandered it all.

After Zhang Wei ran out of money, he began to abuse her.

She went to the Jiang family to get money for Zhang Wei, while the Jiang family leeched off Qiao Qiao to give her money.

Finally, after Qiaoqiao learned that the Jiang family had given all the money they had taken from her to Jiang Yiran, they stopped giving her money, and Zhang Wei beat her even more severely.

In this situation, she didn't hate Zhang Wei, but instead hated Qiao Qiao.

When he saw Jiang Yiran plunge that fruit knife into Qiao Qiao's heart, it felt as if a knife had twisted inside his own heart, causing him excruciating pain, as if his heart had been crushed.

All guilt towards Jiang Yiran had vanished, leaving only disgust and hatred.

At this moment, he looked at Jiang Yiran's hypocritical performance with a completely emotionless gaze.

Under his gaze, Jiang Yiran felt as if she had been completely seen through, and her heart was pounding in her chest with nervousness.

Just as it was confirmed, a loud "bang" was heard as the door was kicked open, followed by the shouts of Lin Xiaohui and the two babies.

Upon hearing this, Huo Beixiao merely gave her a cold glance before quickly leaving.

Jiang Yiran breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as Huo Beixiao left the room, she collapsed onto the sofa as if all her strength had been drained. Only then did she realize that her back was soaked with cold sweat.

Downstairs, Lin Xiaohui saw Huo Beixiao, and her anger surged to the top of her head.

He swung the carrying pole at Huo Beixiao, yelling, "You, surnamed Huo, how could you be such a scoundrel!"

You got divorced one day and then married someone like Jiang Yiran the next. Are you even human?

Lin Xiaohui whipped him with the carrying pole while cursing, and Huo Beixiao stood still, his lips tightly pressed together, letting Lin Xiaohui beat and scold him.

Lin Xiaohui's carrying pole hit him, but he endured the pain without uttering a sound.

After calming herself down, Jiang Yiran saw the situation in the courtyard from the second floor. Her eyes flickered, and she quickly ran downstairs.

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