"What if I don't agree? Employees come and go as they please; they have the freedom to do as they please. He wanted to come, but I haven't taken him in because I wanted to save face for you. Now that you've come knocking on my door, let's just end it here. I'm taking him; name your terms." Qin Xiaoyu had no choice but to refuse. What kind of terms were these? It was practically handing him over. She might as well just throw the pretense of civility at them.

"Boss Qin, you're being way too arrogant! You're completely in the wrong here, yet you still dare to talk like this. You really don't respect me, Gao Daxiong."

"No, I am apologetic, but I can't accept the conditions you offered." Qin Xiaoyu realized that she had been too forceful.

"We'll see then." Gao Daxiong didn't want to talk anymore. He stood up, gave a gloomy smile, and walked out the door.

“This Gao Daxiong is no good, you have to be careful,” Jiewei warned her.

Qin Xiaoyu wasn't one to drag things out; she simply gave Jie Wei a sum of money to redeem him from his contract. Although Jie Wei had completed the resignation process, he returned somewhat worried.

"You're bound to offend someone like that sooner or later, it's alright," Qin Xiaoyu said, trying to reassure him.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Huo is looking for you." Sister Su announced from the first floor, and Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly went downstairs.

"Is there something you need?" Qin Xiaoyu asked coldly.

I haven't seen Huo Jinghong for a while; he suddenly disappeared from Fashion Street a while ago.

He was wearing a black sun hat and large sunglasses that covered half of his face, making him almost unrecognizable.

"Mr. Qin, I'm here to deliver the invitations." Huo Jinghong took out a red invitation and handed it over. It was printed quite beautifully, with the words "Huo Jinghong and Qian Beibei are happily married" written on it in cursive script.

"Congratulations," Qin Xiaoyu thought to herself. What kind of move is this? Have they developed a good relationship?

Qian Beibei was upset about the poster last time, but she's fine now?

"The hotel and dates are listed above. I hope Mr. Qin will do me the honor of visiting." Huo Jingliang said and then left.

Qin Xiaoyu wasn't a gossipy person, but she was still too curious, so she hurriedly asked Ye Qiu for information.

"Ma'am, I'm clearing out some stock, so please don't treat it like a genuine product." Ye Qiu was dealing with a customer when Qin Xiaoyu came in, so he handed her over to his subordinate and took her upstairs.

"I knew you'd come." Ye Qiu smiled seductively. It turns out that women still have a certain ritualistic feeling when gossiping.

"What exactly happened? Did they beat you up to get to the bottom of it?" Qin Xiaoyu asked curiously.

"Bullshit! Qian Beibei is pregnant!"

"Pfft..." Qin Xiaoyu choked.

"Didn't you see that Huo Jinghong isn't even taking care of her own stall anymore, she's helping Qian Beibei watch the door?" Ye Qiu walked to the window and sighed.

"To put it bluntly, if you're pregnant, just get an abortion. Why do you have to give birth?"

"If she doesn't have a baby soon, she won't be able to have any more."

"Why?"

"She's had too many abortions. I went to the hospital with her, and we were determined to have an abortion. But the doctor said that if she had another curettage, her uterus might be damaged, and she wouldn't be able to save her uterus, which would be life-threatening. I understand now, people have to pay for what they've done."

"How many times has she had a miscarriage?" Qin Xiaoyu asked softly.

“She didn’t say, but the doctor said at least four times.”

"What a drama queen, I guess I'll just have to accept it..."

“Look at Qian Beibei, she’s quite traditional. She’s afraid that if she doesn’t have children, she’ll be left without anyone to take care of her when she gets old. So she’ll have no choice but to marry someone less than her age and have a child first.”

After leaving Ye Qiu's place, Qin Xiaoyu saw Huo Jinghong come out of Qian Beibei's shop and head towards her own shop, walking with a shaky gait, a truly arrogant and aloof stride.

"Old Huo, it's different now that you're going to be a groom." Fatty Hong came out of the shop and greeted him.

"That's right, it's our wedding night, hehe." Huo Jinghong laughed.

"Boss Qin, slow down! I'm too fat to keep up with your long legs. I need your help." Fatty Hong waddled after him.

"Mr. Hong, is something the matter?"

"It's a big problem, I need help urgently! There's a problem with one of my shipments..." Boss Hong said, pulling Qin Xiaoyu into the cake shop next door.

As Qin Xiaoyu entered, she caught a glimpse of Huo Jinghong staring at them, her gaze seemingly unsettling.

The catering industry in Guangzhou is much better developed than in the mainland. The bakery has a wide variety of options and two small tables, but they are served with milk tea, so it's a eat-and-go business and there aren't many people.

"Mr. Hong, I..."

Just as Qin Xiaoyu was about to refuse, saying that her factory was too busy, Boss Hong gave her a wink, and she understood.

Boss Hong brought over a small cake and a cup of milk tea and placed them in front of Qin Xiaoyu.

"You eat, I'm on a diet. I already have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar," Boss Hong said with a grin. Thinking about what he had done while Sister Su was down on her luck, Qin Xiaoyu didn't want to have much to do with him, so she didn't touch anything and just waited quietly for him to speak.

"Mr. Qin, I've been wanting to thank you, but I haven't had the chance." Mr. Hong's words stunned Qin Xiaoyu. What did he mean? Did he know about the incident where his wife caused trouble last time?

"There's nothing to say between us. Whatever it is, I'm not doing this to you. Don't let your sister-in-law find out, it wouldn't be good." Qin Xiaoyu got up to leave, but was pressed down by Fatty Hong.

“Listen to me, it’s okay, don’t worry. The owners don’t speak Mandarin.” Fatty Hong quickly explained when he saw Qin Xiaoyu looking anxiously in the direction of the cake shop owner.

Qin Xiaoyu then realized that this fat man was quite meticulous; what seemed like a casual meeting was actually a well-planned scheme. She was now quite interested in what he had to say; someone like him wouldn't have come just to say thank you.

“I heard about my wife causing trouble. I’ve taken care of everything and won’t cause you any more trouble. Don’t worry, I’m at ease leaving Xiao Su in your care. Treat her well, and I will definitely repay you in the future.”

"You? Do you think you can repay me? What does Sister Su have to do with you?" Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but sneer.

“You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but after meeting Xiao Su, I realized that there are women like that in this world. If I could get a divorce, I would have done so long ago. But I have no choice now. Since someone can take care of her, I’ll accept it. If they don’t end up together, in ten or twenty years, as long as I have the chance, I will definitely marry her.”

Qin Xiaoyu sat blankly in the cake shop, listening to a greasy middle-aged man talk about love. It was truly a sight to behold.

It took Hong Pangzi a long time to get up before Qin Xiaoyu stood up, looking completely distraught. What a mess!

The cake shop owner packed up the cake and milk tea, chased after her, and stuffed them into her hands, speaking in a dialect she didn't understand.

She could only accept it with a smile and nod her thanks.

Back in the shop, she sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid we're going to get into trouble again. Fatty Hong just spoke to me for a bit, and now he's got his eyes on us. Who's going to take this home? I'm on a diet too." Qin Xiaoyu had just handed over the cake and milk tea when the shop door was suddenly flung open, and Fatty Hong's wife stood there like an iron tower.