Huo Beixiao's eyes darkened even more instantly.
"Brother, I'm sorry." As soon as Huo Nanfeng arrived, he immediately apologized to Huo Beixiao, "We didn't keep a close eye on my mother, and she came to disrupt your and sister-in-law's wedding. We'll take her back right away."
Huo Nanfeng and Huo Nanjing immediately pulled Chen Yuexia off the front of the car.
"Mom, please come back with us right now, stop making a scene!"
Huo Yuanshan stared at Huo Beixiao with complicated emotions for a while before turning his gaze away and striking Chen Yuexia's leg with his cane.
"You damned woman, who gave you the right to cause trouble at Bei Xiao's wedding? Get the hell out of here!"
"Wow--"
Chen Yuexia immediately sat down on the ground and burst into tears.
"How could I have married such a good-for-nothing old man and given birth to two good-for-nothing little brats! Now they're trying to wipe us out, driving us to the brink of starvation, and instead of fighting back, you're stopping me from fighting! I can't live anymore... Waaah..."
Huo Nanfeng and Huo Nanjing looked embarrassed and quickly apologized to Huo Beixiao while dragging Chen Yuexia aside.
Huo Beixiao didn't say anything and turned around to get into the car.
On this joyous occasion, he didn't want to let one or two bad apples spoil his mood.
"Bei Xiao!"
Just as Huo Beixiao grasped the car door handle, Huo Yuanshan called out to him in a trembling voice.
Huo Beixiao paused slightly.
Huo Yuanshan, leaning on his cane, strode up to Huo Beixiao and pulled out a neatly folded, faded handkerchief from his pocket.
The handkerchief was unfolded layer by layer, finally revealing a warm, smooth white jade bracelet inside.
“Beixiao, this bracelet was left to you by your mother. She said it was for your wife.” Huo Yuanshan said, looking at Huo Beixiao with a hesitant expression, his eyes reddening.
Huo Beixiao accepted the bracelet without hesitation and got into the car.
Just as the car door was about to close, Huo Yuanshan's voice came from outside, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to you, and I'm sorry to your mother too!"
After saying this, Huo Yuanshan's tears streamed down his face, which was covered with deep wrinkles, and he cried with great sorrow.
At this moment, Chen Yuexia, who was sitting on the ground throwing a tantrum and crying, suddenly stopped crying.
She got up and lunged at Huo Yuanshan fiercely, grabbing and hitting him while yelling, "Huo Yuanshan, what do you mean?"
You wronged that bitch, but how can you be so virtuous of me? I was only eighteen back then, and I followed you, you old geezer, to have your son. Now I'm old and can't even afford to eat with you, and you still wrong them..."
Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't hear what Chen Yuexia said next.
Huo Beixiao pulled her into his arms with his large hand.
He took out the bracelet that Huo Yuanshan had just given him and put it on her wrist.
He then hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Wife."
Yang Qiaoqiao hugged his narrow waist back, letting him bury his head in the crook of her neck.
She gently patted his back to soothe his emotions.
In an instant, Huo Beixiao returned to his usual self, reaching out to pull her onto his lap.
"Honey, I haven't seen you for days, I miss you so much, do you miss me too?"
When Zhu Dong, who was driving in front, heard Huo Laoda's coquettish tone, he was so startled that his foot slipped on the accelerator.
Yang Qiaoqiao glared at the man reproachfully; there were other people in the car!
What nonsense is this man spouting?
She was too embarrassed to answer, but the man persisted, whispering in her ear and asking, "Wife, did you miss me?"
Unable to bear the man's advances, Yang Qiaoqiao could only quickly reply, "Think about it, stop messing around!"
The car stopped in front of the new house.
Yang Jianguo and some relatives and friends from Yangjia Village who were related to the Yang family had already arrived.
Upon seeing the car, firecrackers were immediately lit, instantly enlivening the atmosphere in the new house.
When toasting, Huo Beixiao knew that Yang Qiaoqiao didn't like to drink, so he wanted to drink for her.
Yang Qiaoqiao looked at the man with a smile and said, "Brother Xiao, today is our wedding day, I have to drink this wine myself!"
Today, Huo Beixiao hosted a banquet with a total of fifty tables.
Yang Qiaoqiao's current body hasn't been tempered by the drinking parties she attended in her previous life. After toasting at fifty tables, she could no longer walk in a straight line.
The cement factory workers even pulled Huo Beixiao aside for drinks.
Huo Beixiao refused outright, "Qiaoqiao is drunk. I'll take her back to her room first. You all enjoy your meal and drinks."
"Haha, our Factory Director Huo is in such a hurry to get into the bridal chamber!"
A group of workers, quite drunk, couldn't help but tease Huo Beixiao upon hearing his words.
What was said without malice may have been taken to heart by the listener.
When this news reached the women working at the cement factory, the aunts and sisters-in-law immediately started discussing it.
"Director Huo is in such a hurry to go to the bridal chamber, could it be that the two of them haven't... otherwise why hasn't Qiaoqiao's belly shown any signs of pregnancy?" The aunt who spoke put her two thumbs together.
"How is that possible? Although they didn't have a wedding banquet before, they've been married for more than half a year, and they still sleep together every day."
With her looks and figure, even Liu Xiahui, who lived in the same room with her for half a year, couldn't resist her!
"Sister-in-law Chen is right. Didn't you see that Qiao Qiao often looked like she hadn't woken up yet, and Huo Beixiao would carry her out?"
"There's no TV in their apartment building, so there's nothing to do. Why can't Qiaoqiao wake up in the morning?"
"They must have been doing *that* in bed last night!"
"Why is Qiaoqiao's belly so big and there's still no sign of pregnancy?"
Upon hearing this question, everyone fell silent, as it would be impolite to continue the conversation.
Wu, who was sitting at the same table with them, quickly stuffed a large Dongpo pork knuckle into her lunchbox with her chopsticks, closed it tightly, and said, "What else could it be? Either the soil is bad, or the seeds are bad!"
As soon as she spoke, everyone noticed that the braised pork knuckle that had just been served on the table was gone.
"Wu Hui, what do you mean? That's a huge pork knuckle, we haven't even tasted it yet, and you've already stuffed it away! Take it out!"
...
The battle for the pork knuckle began, and no one had time to care about Yang Qiaoqiao's belly.
Inside the house.
Yang Qiaoqiao draped her long legs over Huo Beixiao's waist, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and looked at his cold face with a smile.
She couldn't help but cup the man's face and kiss him hard. "Brother Xiao, I'm so happy today! This is the happiest day of my two lives."
Huo Beixiao ignored her mention of two lifetimes, assuming she was just drunk.
He cupped the back of her head with his large hand, then kissed her lips, deepening the kiss, and mumbled, "Me too..."
Outside, it was festive and lively; inside, it was enchanting.
The man was so strong that Yang Qiaoqiao never knew whether she had fallen asleep from exhaustion or fainted.
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