Jiang Qiaoqiao lived a glorious life, only to be killed by her own mother and adopted daughter on her fortieth birthday. Her three brothers helped dismember and bury her remains.
When she ope...
Before she could react, Huo Beixiao had already pinned her against the wall with both hands.
The man's deep eyes were fixed on hers. "The Jiang family wronged you. I'll help you get revenge."
Jiang Qiaoqiao: ...
Forehead……
Does this man realize that his current behavior really gives off a greasy, domineering CEO vibe?
If it weren't for his good looks and physique, his actions, expressions, and tone of voice would be incredibly greasy.
"Pfft!"
She couldn't help but laugh.
She reached out and removed the man's arms from her hands. "To be honest, I didn't suffer much in their family. At most, I just ate less and worked more, and was their punching bag. I just couldn't stand their hypocrisy."
Huo Beixiao frowned slightly.
He could certainly tell that Jiang Jiahua and his wife were acting so humbly today for a reason.
He probably already guessed their purpose.
He asked Jiang Qiaoqiao, "Do you know why they came to get your forgiveness?"
Jiang Qiaoqiao shrugged. "I'm not sure, but it's either for money or to get you to be his factory manager. He probably already knows that you bought the cement factory."
Huo Beixiao's eyes suddenly lit up.
Looking at Jiang Qiaoqiao with surprise, he asked, "Qiaoqiao, you already know that I successfully bought the cement factory?"
Jiang Yiran blinked. "I guessed, but judging from your reaction now, I think I was right."
Huo Beixiao smiled brightly. Almost without thinking, he reached out and flicked Jiang Qiaoqiao's nose. "My wife is so smart. Let's go out to eat and celebrate properly."