Jiang Qiaoqiao quickly helped Huo Beixiao back to bed to rest.
Huo Beixiao met Jiang Qiaoqiao's questioning gaze and said calmly, "You said we can't just give away what we deserve and let them benefit."
Huo Yuanshan arrived very quickly.
Jiang Qiaoqiao had already brewed tea in an enamel mug, and as soon as Huo Yuanshan arrived, she immediately served him the tea.
"Dad, I want to go back to live here," Huo Beixiao said.
Huo Yuanshan, who was just about to drink from his enamel mug, suddenly trembled slightly and stood up excitedly. "Bei Xiao, what... what did you say?"
Since Huo Beixiao's mother passed away, he has never heard Huo Beixiao call him "Dad" again.
Huo Beixiao lived with his maternal grandparents when he was a child, and later lived in the staff dormitory after he grew up and started working.
Huo Yuanshan himself knew that his affair with Chen Yuexia was a betrayal of Huo Beixiao's mother and Huo Beixiao himself.
At this moment, upon hearing Huo Beixiao call him "Dad" and say he wanted to go back to live there, he instantly lost his composure.
Chen Yuexia's expression changed instantly.
She called Huo Yuanshan over, hoping that the father and son would have another big fight.
Ideally, the argument should escalate to the point where the father and son sever all ties and never speak to each other again.
While the old man still has power, he kicks Huo Beixiao out of the cement factory.
It's not about giving the father and son a chance to shake hands and make peace.
"Bei Xiao, it's so good that you've come to your senses. Your father has been waiting for this day for almost twenty years." Chen Yuexia wiped away tears of joy from the corners of her eyes.
Huo Yuanshan excitedly grasped Huo Beixiao's hand, "Let's go home now."
“Old Huo,” Chen Yuexia quickly interjected, “It’s a good thing that Bei Xiao wants to go back to live here, but Bei Xiao is married now, things are different from before. Our house…”
Huo Yuanshan then remembered.
They are now living in employee housing provided by the cement plant.
Although it's a detached courtyard house, the house itself isn't large. Downstairs are the living room, storage room, kitchen, and bathroom. Upstairs are three bedrooms: one for the couple, and one each for him and Chen Yuexia's two children. That's all the rooms available.
If Huo Beixiao and his wife were to go back, they would even have trouble finding a place to stay.
Huo Yuanshan's face immediately showed some difficulty. "Bei Xiao, the problem your aunt mentioned is actually quite real. Your younger siblings are grown up, and you're already married. If you go back, what do you think..."
A fleeting hint of sarcasm crossed Huo Beixiao's eyes.
But his face remained expressionless.
Those deep, unfathomable black eyes looked coldly at Huo Yuanshan, "Since there are no rooms available, Qiaoqiao and I can stay here."
As soon as Huo Beixiao finished speaking, Chen Yuexia visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
But before she could catch her breath, she heard Huo Beixiao say again, "Dad, I was immature before and always went against you. Now I understand, no matter who was right or wrong back then, you are still my father. Raising me and worrying about my marriage are your rights. It was wrong of me to refuse you before."
"Xiao'er, it's so good that you've figured it out! Dad is so happy!"
Huo Yuanshan rarely showed his emotions; he was so happy that he almost burst into tears.
Chen Yuexia was terrified. What was wrong with Huo Beixiao?
His attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees. Is he possessed by a ghost?
Jiang Qiaoqiao secretly gave Huo Beixiao a thumbs up, saying, "He's a promising young man!"
She only gave him a slight hint, and Huo Beixiao had already grasped the essence of it.
Huo Yuanshan was quick to understand. After his initial excitement subsided, he generously pulled a bankbook from his pocket and slapped it into Huo Beixiao's hand. "Xiao'er, there's a thousand yuan in this bankbook. It's what Dad has been saving for you over the years, for your wedding. When you got married, you wouldn't let me give you a dowry or spend my money, so I couldn't give it to you. Now that you've thought it through, it's all yours!"
Huo Yuanshan moved too fast, and Chen Yuexia didn't even have time to stop him. Her face darkened for a moment, and her fake smile completely crumbled.
Jiang Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up, and she stared wide-eyed.
Wow, in this day and age, Huo Yuanshan throws around a thousand dollars.
value!
It was so worth it to recognize him as my father!
After Huo Yuanshan and Chen Yuexia left, Huo Beixiao handed the savings book containing one thousand yuan directly to Jiang Qiaoqiao.
Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at Huo Beixiao with some surprise, then at the bankbook, "You...this..."
Huo Beixiao's icy expression softened slightly. "You seem to really like money?"
"Of course! Money is a bastard, you're doomed without it!" Jiang Qiaoqiao said bluntly. "Everything in this world is fake, only the money you hold in your own hands is real."
This is something she realized in her past life.
She was too foolish in her past life; she built such a large fortune, but ruined her health in the process.
Qin Haiyang sweet-talked her into letting him manage the company so she could rest and recover, and she believed his lies.
In the end, she was gradually devoured and sidelined by Qin Haiyang and that woman outside.
Otherwise, Qin Haiyang wouldn't have dared to plot and force her to acknowledge his illegitimate son during her fortieth birthday party.
Thinking of Qin Haiyang, that man, Jiang Qiaoqiao felt a wave of nausea.
“I either eat and live at the factory or at home. Since you came, I haven’t had to worry about the household chores, and there’s been no need for money. If you like it, you can have it.”
Huo Beixiao's voice pulled Jiang Qiaoqiao back from her memories.
Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't stand on ceremony and took the bankbook from his hand, saying, "Okay, it just so happens that I'm planning to expand our business with Zhou Yang. I'll consider this thousand yuan as your capital contribution, and I'll give you dividends later."
Huo Beixiao looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao sharply, "Capital investment? Profit sharing?"
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