At this moment, Peng Cuiying was completely unaware that Jiang Yiran's face was already contorted with jealousy.
He was still muttering to himself, "That brat, no wonder she's my daughter, she's got some skills. Opening a shop and a factory is one thing, but now she's hooked up with some big shot, even getting on TV..."
As Peng Cuiying spoke, she was also thinking that Yang Qiaoqiao was now on the TV news and was a celebrity now.
Celebrities are definitely more protective of their reputation than ever before.
She's her biological mother, after all. If she uses Yang Qiaoqiao's reputation to blackmail her and ask Yang Qiaoqiao for money, Yang Qiaoqiao might actually manage to slip some money through her fingers.
Recently, for some reason, the Jiang family doesn't seem to like Ranran very much.
Ranran was in a bad mood after returning from the Jiang family's two recent visits.
Two weeks ago, Ranran said she felt very bored in this small house and wanted a TV.
Bai Yuzhu didn't say anything after hearing about it.
Later, it was Jiang Rou who delivered this tiny TV, no bigger than an eye booger.
When Jiang Rou delivered it, Ranran was out grocery shopping and not at home. No one knows what Jiang Rou said to Ranran, but Ranran got really angry and almost smashed the TV.
She had to hold the TV and persuade Ranran until she finally calmed down.
If she could get money from Yang Qiaoqiao, Ranran wouldn't have to put up with the Jiang family's attitude anymore.
As Peng Cuiying was thinking, Jiang Yiran, who was heavily pregnant, suddenly rushed towards the television.
"Bang!"
Jiang Yiran picked up the TV and smashed it on the ground.
Peng Cuiying was startled.
Jiang Yiran wasn't satisfied with smashing the TV, so she stomped on it, yelling, "So what if it's a stupid TV? Yang Qiaoqiao, what's there to be so smug about? Go to hell—ah—"
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly slipped and fell.
"Ranran..."
"Thump!"
Jiang Yiran slipped and her massive body crashed heavily to the ground. Peng Cuiying tried to help her up but didn't have time.
"Ranran!"
The moment Jiang Yiran fell, Peng Cuiying let out another heart-wrenching scream.
But as she rushed toward Jiang Yiran, she suddenly tripped over the television that Jiang Yiran had smashed on the ground.
Losing his balance, he suddenly lunged forward.
"Thump!"
"ah--"
When Peng Cuiying fell, she landed squarely on Jiang Yiran's protruding belly.
Jiang Yiran was already close to giving birth, and after falling and being hit by Peng Cuiying, she immediately felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and started bleeding.
Jiang Yiran only managed to shout once before fainting.
Peng Cuiying was also panicking. She wanted to get up and find someone to help her, but her leg seemed to be broken, and it hurt terribly with every movement.
Fortunately, the tenement building wasn't soundproof, which explained the noise from her apartment.
The neighbors had heard the noise and ran over to see what was happening. They immediately called 120 (emergency services).
On the other side.
Yang Qiaoqiao knew nothing about what was happening in Beicheng.
Even if she found out, she wouldn't care. Whether it was Peng Cuiying or Jiang Yiran, they had nothing to do with her anymore.
During this period, she was busy with the renovation of the towel shop at the train station and the construction of the garment factory in Yun County. She was concerned about both places and ran back and forth between them.
Yesterday, the towel shop made a profit of 1,200 yuan on its first day of business, which can be considered a great success, and she can finally take a breather.
Once she relaxed, she accidentally stayed up late the next day.
When she opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky.
She washed up and went downstairs. Huo Beixiao was also taking a rare day off at home.
The man, wearing an apron that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, was carrying freshly steamed buns and porridge from the kitchen and setting bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Just a second ago, Yang Qiaoqiao was admiring her husband's good physique and finding it pleasing to the eye.
The next second, the rich aroma of pork and scallion buns wafted into her nostrils, and she felt a churning in her stomach, so she rushed to the bathroom.
"yue~~~"
Hearing her commotion, Huo Beixiao quickly followed in her footsteps.
While she was gagging, he patted her back to help her catch her breath and asked anxiously, "Honey, are you feeling any better now?"
Yang Qiaoqiao took a breath.
Seeing this, Huo Beixiao quickly went out and poured some warm water for her, saying, "Honey, drink some warm water first to soothe your stomach; it'll make you feel better. We'll go to the hospital later to get it checked out; we really don't want it to develop into a stomach problem."
Huo Beixiao was so nervous that his brows furrowed, and he even paced around in circles for a moment.
Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but find it amusing; she wasn't feeling well, but she wasn't as anxious as he was.
She took Huo Beixiao's arm, who was anxious, and said with a smile, "Honey, stop. I'm not so badly injured that I need to see a doctor. It's probably just that I've been talking to the workers at the construction site a lot this month, and it hurt my voice a bit. So I felt a little nauseous when I woke up this morning. It's nothing serious."
She doesn't think she has a stomach problem.
In her past life, she drank like water at countless social events in order to secure contracts, which led to her developing stomach problems.
She had been suffering from stomach problems for almost ten years before she died.
She was all too familiar with the kind of pain that stomach problems caused.
She feels uncomfortable in her stomach now, but she doesn't feel any pain at all.
Moreover, after gagging for a while, that uncomfortable feeling disappeared.
But as soon as she sat down at the table, the smell of steamed buns wafted into her nose, and her stomach immediately started to feel nauseous again.
"Ugh~~"
This time, she didn't even have time to run to the bathroom before she covered her mouth and started dry heaving.
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