After thinking it over, Yang Qiaoqiao gave Qiao Haifan some subtle advice.
After listening, Qiao Haifan nodded, his smile making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze. "Qiao Qiao, from a businessman's perspective, your suggestion is very good."
But I'm not very good at business, so my main purpose in coming back to work in the cultural and entertainment industry wasn't to make money.
Just as you insist on incorporating elements of our traditional culture into clothing, I also want to contribute to the development of Chinese culture.
"Actually, from a very young age, my father taught me to recite Tang and Song poems, and I was impressed by the cultural heritage of our country. Later, as I grew up, I learned more about traditional culture myself."
In recent years, due to domestic turmoil, many of our country's brilliant traditional cultures have been lost. I want to use film to allow the general public to rediscover our splendid culture.
When Qiao Haifan said these words, his eyes sparkled as if they were adorned with stars.
At this moment, even Yang Qiaoqiao was impressed by his lofty ideals.
Yang Qiaoqiao felt that his previous analysis of Qiao Haifan's decision to make movies in mainland China from a purely commercial perspective was rather superficial.
She raised her glass to apologize to Qiao Haifan.
Looking at her frank demeanor, Qiao Haifan's eyes showed even more appreciation. He smiled and said, "Qiao Qiao, it's not that you're shallow, but my ideas might seem a bit silly to most people."
People rush about in a panic for just a few coins, yet those few coins can relieve all kinds of panic in the world.
If he came from an ordinary family, he wouldn't dare to be so willful in doing what he wants.
Yang Qiaoqiao looked at Qiao Haifan seriously, "Afan, this isn't foolishness, it's a matter of principle. If you're willing, perhaps we can cooperate."
I'll invest, and you'll be responsible for making a film about Shu embroidery, so that more people can learn about our country's inherited embroidery culture.
When the conversation turned to their respective fields of work, which they could collaborate on, the two became very talkative.
After their conversation, the distance between the two seemed to have shrunk considerably.
The two chatted until the ship was about to dock before returning to their respective rooms to retrieve their luggage.
When Yang Qiaoqiao disembarked, she immediately saw Su Pan and Aunt Zhang, who was helping out at home, waiting on the dock with two children in their arms.
Upon seeing the two children, her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.
"An'an, Lele, did you miss your mother?" Yang Qiaoqiao walked over and took An'an from Su Pan's arms first.
When An'an saw her, she didn't seem to recognize her at first, and just looked at her with a cold expression.
After staring at her for a while, she seemed to recognize her, and with a pout, she started whimpering and snuggling into her arms.
The little girl, who had never cried much since she was little, now had red eyes and lay on her chest, tears rolling down her cheeks like broken beads.
Lele recognized her too, waving her little hands and rushing towards her, so eager that she started calling out "Mom!"
"Mommy, hug me, hug me..."
Yang Qiaoqiao quickly grabbed one in each arm.
Smelling the milky scent of the two children, she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.
Aunt Zhang then said, "Xiao Yang, you don't know, ever since you and your husband left, An'an has been coming to the beach every day to look at the boats."
Su Pan looked at the two children being affectionate with Yang Qiaoqiao with a face full of relief.
Although she loves the two children and is willing to take care of them, she also knows that it is best for the children to grow up with their biological parents.
Su Pan glanced at the dock behind Yang Qiaoqiao, but still couldn't see Huo Beixiao. She couldn't help but ask, "Qiaoqiao, where's Beixiao? Did he fall behind, or did he not come back with you?"
Looking at Su Pan's expression, Yang Qiaoqiao knew that Huo Beixiao probably hadn't told Su Pan about their impending divorce.
She thought about it and realized that Su Pan was Huo Beixiao's aunt, so she shouldn't be the one to tell Su Pan this.
She smiled and said, "Auntie, Bei Xiao still has some things to take care of in Hong Kong, and he won't be back for a few more days."
I missed An'an and Lele so much that I came back first.
As soon as Yang Qiaoqiao finished speaking, she met Xiao An'an's clear and bright eyes.
Being stared at so intently by her daughter, Yang Qiaoqiao felt embarrassed, as if she had been caught lying.
But she can't tell Su Pan the truth right now.
Huo Beixiao is going to fight her for custody.
Su Pan is Huo Beixiao's aunt. She doesn't think Su Pan will help her. In fact, if Su Pan knew that she and Huo Beixiao were getting a divorce, she might even detain the child beforehand and prevent her from having any contact with him.
It wasn't that she wanted to assume the worst about people, but this matter concerned whether the child she had risked her life to give birth to would be taken away, and she dared not gamble.
Hearing this, Su Pan didn't suspect anything, but looked at her with concern, "Qiao Qiao, did your trip to Hong Kong not go smoothly this time?"
The trip, originally planned for a maximum of ten days, has now dragged on for a month and a half, and only one person has returned.
Yang Qiaoqiao nodded, "There were some twists and turns in the middle, but with the help of Aunt Rong and Uncle Qiao, the final result was good."
Su Pan felt a little relieved. "That's good, that's good."
In the evening, Yang Qiaoqiao had dinner at Su Pan's house with her two children.
They then asked Aunt Zhang and Xiao Li for help to load all the child's belongings onto the car and take them back to their home.
Since Grandpa Xia and Grandma Xia moved to a rural house, Aunt Zhang and driver Xiao Li, who used to help the Xia family, have been helping her.
After getting into the car, Yang Qiaoqiao said directly to Xiao Li, who was driving, "Xiao Li, go straight to Wutong Lane."
There is an old Western-style house in Wutong Lane that Yang Qiaoqiao bought when she first came to Haicheng. The house is registered under Yang Qiaoqiao's name alone.
Two days ago, Yang Qiaoqiao called Aunt Zhang and asked her to clean up the house.
Upon hearing Yang Qiaoqiao's words, Xiao Li, as the driver, obediently drove the car directly towards Wutong Lane.
Aunt Zhang, however, looked at Yang Qiaoqiao as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
However, Aunt Zhang didn't say anything in the end.
Yang Qiaoqiao felt a little bitter, but looking at the two little ones in her arms, her heart softened.
At this moment, An'an, who had been staring at her with her big, round eyes, suddenly snuggled gently against her, as if comforting her.
Lele blinked and looked at her sister for a while. Soon she followed her sister's example and snuggled into her mother's arms.
Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but smile as she looked at the two children, and couldn't resist rubbing her face against theirs.
To her surprise, the two little ones quickly grabbed her face with their soft little hands and each gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Yang Qiaoqiao hugged the two little bundles of joy, feeling her heart melt.
Even though she divorced Huo Beixiao, her relationship over the past two years wasn't wasted; at least she has two adorable children now.
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