Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at Huo Beixiao with eyes like a bewildered fawn.

After pausing for a moment, she tilted her head and gave a big smile, "Then I won't be polite!"

The next moment, she pounced on Huo Beixiao and pinned him to the bed.

Huo Beixiao felt as if a fire had been set on his heart, and that fire quickly ignited, spreading like wildfire and completely setting his body ablaze.

He was so aroused by Jiang Qiaoqiao that his breathing became labored. His large hands tightened around Jiang Qiaoqiao's slender waist, and his unfathomable eyes locked onto her gaze. "Qiaoqiao, can you give me another chance? Let's be a real couple..."

"Smack!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Qiaoqiao suddenly raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

In his astonishment, he heard Jiang Qiaoqiao roar fiercely, "Get out! Get out of here! I never want to see you again in this lifetime!"

Huo Beixiao froze, wanting to ask Jiang Qiaoqiao something.

Jiang Qiaoqiao had already collapsed onto the bed with a "thud," curled up in a ball, as if she had fallen asleep.

But he saw two lines of tears sliding down Jiang Qiaoqiao's cheeks. He leaned closer and heard Jiang Qiaoqiao say, "Qin Haiyang, I hate you..."

In that instant, Huo Beixiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His heart, which had been pounding just moments before, now felt as if it had been frozen.

Previously, he thought that Jiang Qiaoqiao and Qin Haiyang's marriage was an arranged marriage by their parents, just like his marriage with Jiang Yiran.

So he never considered that Jiang Qiaoqiao and Qin Haiyang might have feelings for each other.

Jiang Qiaoqiao also felt resentful because Jiang Yiran used such despicable means to steal Jiang Qiaoqiao's beloved.

He looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao's pretty face after she had cried, turned on the fan to blow on her, and covered her with a thin blanket.

Only then did he get up and go out.

After leaving the house, he went straight to Xu Yizhou's clinic.

"Prescribe me some herbs to make a hangover soup."

Xu Yizhou looked at his face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and then sniffed the faint smell of alcohol on him. It was obvious that the herbs in the hangover soup were not for him.

"Has your sister-in-law been drinking?"

“I’m telling you, we’ve all entered a period of reform and opening up now. Your chauvinism is unacceptable. Your wife just had a few drinks. Why are you so angry?”

As Xu Yizhou muttered to himself, he prepared the ingredients for the hangover soup.

As he handed the medicinal herbs to Huo Beixiao, he said, "Let me tell you, you need to tone down your chauvinism. And most importantly, you absolutely mustn't lay a hand on her! Your little sister-in-law is so delicate and petite, she can't take a punch from you!"

"Shut up!" Huo Beixiao took the hangover soup herbs from Xu Yizhou and uttered two words impatiently.

He had only taken two steps when he turned back to Xu Yizhou, still somewhat unwilling to give up, and asked, "Tell me, what does it mean when a woman tells a man she hates him?"

Xu Yizhou's eyes instantly lit up with gossip. "There's love and hate in everything. What's wrong? Did a girl tell you she hates you?"

No wonder my sister-in-law was drinking; it turns out you've been up to no good and gotten yourself into some romantic entanglements. Come on, tell me who you've messed with, and I'll give you some advice.

As Xu Yizhou spoke, he excitedly hugged Huo Beixiao's shoulder.

Huo Beixiao gave Xu Yizhou a sharp look, "Don't you want your hand anymore?"

"Hehe." Xu Yizhou chuckled awkwardly and quickly withdrew his arm. "Don't ask too much about things in the underworld. I know, I know, I won't ask anymore. You go back and make some hangover soup for your sister-in-law."

When Huo Beixiao returned home, Jiang Qiaoqiao was still asleep.

But she remained curled up, like a child lacking security.

He realized that he seemed to have always slept like this.

Is it because of Qin Haiyang's betrayal that she feels so insecure?

Xu Yizhou's words, "Only with love can there be hate," echoed in his mind.

His previous feelings towards Jiang Yiran stemmed from that inexplicable dream and the inexplicable guilt he felt towards her.

But Jiang Qiaoqiao's feelings for Qin Haiyang must be genuine!

he……

Suddenly, the image of Qin Haiyang hitting Jiang Yiran that day flashed into his mind.

His brow furrowed involuntarily.

no!

Even if he dragged Jiang Qiaoqiao along for the rest of his life, he would never let her go to Qin Haiyang after divorcing him.

He absolutely would not allow Jiang Qiaoqiao to experience the domestic violence that Jiang Yiran experienced in his dream.

When Jiang Qiaoqiao woke up, it was already dark.

She sat up in a daze, only to realize that she was already in the staff quarters of the cement factory.

A dull ache came from my head.

She subconsciously rubbed her temples and brow. How could drinking Moutai cause a headache? Did she buy counterfeit liquor?

"woke up."

Huo Beixiao's voice reached her ears. She looked up and saw that he had already handed her a bowl of soup. "Hangover soup, drink it first."

Jiang Qiaoqiao's heart was broken by taking medicine in her past life, and even the color of the medicine soup made her feel physically nauseous.

But she couldn't refuse Huo Beixiao's kind offer.

She took the hangover soup and drank it all in one gulp.

The hangover soup was at the perfect temperature; Huo Beixiao must have kept it warm for her.

A warm feeling washed over her.

In her past life, she drank herself into the hospital several times for the sake of the Qin Group's business.

Even so, Qin Haiyang never thought of preparing a hangover soup for her.

"Thank you." She handed the bowl back to Huo Beixiao, paused for a moment, and then asked cautiously, "I was drunk last night, I don't think I said anything, right?"

Huo Beixiao's deep eyes met hers. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "No."

Jiang Qiaoqiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She said that even if she lost the alcohol tolerance she had developed in her past life, she would still be vigilant.

When she's drunk, she'll at most fall into a deep sleep; there's absolutely no way she'd utter a single word.

"Thank you for taking care of me today. You should go and rest now, you have to go to work tomorrow!" Jiang Qiaoqiao said to Huo Beixiao with a smile.

Huo Beixiao looked into her eyes and nodded. "Okay."

After taking two steps, he finally stopped and turned back to look into Jiang Qiaoqiao's eyes. "Actually, you said before you went to sleep that you hated Qin Haiyang."

Jiang Qiaoqiao's mind went blank for a moment, as if struck by lightning.

She said she hated Qin Haiyang?

this……

She always thought that she hated Jiang Yiran, who killed her, and Peng Cuiying and Jiang Yong'an, who sucked her blood but helped Jiang Yiran dismember her body.

Because she considered them family, she had longed for their affection, but they gave her a fatal blow.

As for Qin Haiyang, she had been entangled with him for a lifetime in her previous life, but in terms of feelings, she had no feelings for Qin Haiyang, so she also had no hatred.

After her rebirth, her only thought about Qin Haiyang was that as long as he didn't bother her, they would be strangers for the rest of their lives.

But why...?

"You have deep feelings for him?" Just when Jiang Qiaoqiao herself couldn't figure it out, Huo Beixiao's cold voice entered her ears.