Lin Xiaohui held Yang Qiaoqiao in her arms and let her cry her heart out.
Yang Qiaoqiao cried until she couldn't cry anymore, then wiped away her tears and hugged Lin Xiaohui's arm shyly, "Mom, I..."
Lin Xiaohui patted her hand and said, "Qiaoqiao, you must always remember that I am your mother. You could cry in my arms when you were little, and you can cry in my arms now."
Lin Xiaohui chatted on and on about her childhood with Yang Qiaoqiao.
Yang Qiaoqiao then remembered that she was actually quite spoiled when she was a child.
Although the Yang family was not well-off, everyone in the family doted on her, so she was a little crybaby when she was young. She would cry if she bumped or hurt herself, and if she got a small cut, she would crawl into Lin Xiaohui's room and cry and not come out.
Back then, whenever she cried, Yang Minghui would always magically produce some delicious food to cheer her up.
Sometimes it's a sweet potato rice ball, sometimes a roasted sweet potato, sometimes two roasted chestnuts, and sometimes two ripe apricots or loquats.
These little snacks always make her stop crying and start laughing.
After Lin Xiaohui finished speaking, she sighed and said, "Qiaoqiao, Mom knows that ever since you found out that you are not Mom's biological child, there has always been a distance between you and Mom."
The same goes for your brother; he's always afraid of troubling us.
But in Mom's and your brother's hearts, you'll always be our family's little crybaby.
Yang Qiaoqiao had already stopped crying, but her eyes started to sting again.
She hugged Lin Xiaohui tightly, choking back tears, and said, "Mom, I'm so sad. Will you sleep with me tonight?"
That night, Yang Qiaoqiao hugged Lin Xiaohui's arm and nestled in her arms, feeling as if she had returned to her childhood, feeling especially at ease.
He slept exceptionally soundly.
On the other hand, Huo Beixiao didn't sleep a wink all night.
He stayed at the company until dawn, handling business as if only by keeping himself busy could he stop thinking about Yang Qiaoqiao and the two children.
Whenever his mind was free, Yang Qiaoqiao and her two children would linger in his thoughts.
He rubbed his temples, just as he was about to take out the next document to look at, when a knock came at the door.
"Come in."
"Brother Beixiao." As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yiran pushed open the door and appeared at the door of his office.
"What are you doing here?" Huo Beixiao frowned subconsciously, his tone full of annoyance.
Jiang Yiran pursed her lips, her eyes filled with grievance. "Brother Beixiao, I... you said last night that you were going to find my sister to sign the divorce agreement. I guessed that you were in a bad mood and would stay at the company to work."
So I prepared some breakfast for you and brought it over.
Huo Beixiao glanced at the lunchbox she was carrying. "Put it aside."
After obediently placing the lunchbox aside, Jiang Yiran pursed her lips and said in a show of retreat, "Brother Beixiao, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
She slowed her pace as she walked outside.
She was just thinking about what excuse she should make to stay if Huo Beixiao didn't call her back.
Just as she was about to turn around, unable to contain herself, she suddenly heard Huo Beixiao say, "Wait a minute."
Jiang Yiran breathed a sigh of relief and turned around with a delighted expression. "Brother Beixiao, I can stay here and work with you."
"No need." Huo Beixiao looked at Jiang Yiran. "Didn't you say you wanted to study fashion design? I've already found a school for you. Go back and pack your things. Someone will pick you up from the hotel later and take you to the school to register."
But you'll need to repeat your senior year of high school and take the college entrance exam again. After that, I'll arrange for you to study fashion design.
If you can't go to university, at least you can go to a vocational high school. Of course, if you can get into a junior college or even a university on your own, that would be the best.
Jiang Yiran: ...
She never expected Huo Beixiao to act so quickly; in just one night, he had already found a school for her.
"Brother Beixiao, I..."
Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to get Huo Beixiao to give up the idea of sending her to school without damaging his impression and feelings for her.
All she wanted was to be a wealthy woman, dressed up beautifully every day and frequenting all sorts of high-end places, making all the women in the world envious. She didn't want to study at all.
"Do you have any other questions?" Huo Beixiao looked at her with deep, emotionless eyes.
“I…” Jiang Yiran pursed her lips and paused for a while before she seemed to muster up the courage to ask him, “Brother Beixiao, what do I need to learn to help you and work with you?”
"I wanted to study fashion design because my older sister is in the clothing business, and I wanted to be better than her."
But you told me not to compare myself to anyone, and that I don't want to study fashion design anymore. I want to study a major that can help you, so I can work by your side in the future.
After saying that, she added eagerly, "Or if you have a suitable job for me right now, I don't have to go to school."
I just want to stay by your side, even if it's just serving you tea and water or cleaning, I'll do anything!
"Enough!" Huo Beixiao's deep eyes darkened further as he looked at Jiang Yiran, his anger clearly evident.
"Jiang Yiran, I only feel guilty towards you because of a mistake in my memory. I don't really owe you anything."
Even if in my mistaken memory we were married, there were no feelings between us. What are you trying to achieve by acting all lovey-dovey now?
Jiang Yiran was startled by Huo Beixiao's sudden anger and coldness, and her body involuntarily shrank back.
After she came to her senses, tears welled up in her eyes.
Seeing her like this, Huo Beixiao couldn't help but rub his temples.
He didn't know what had happened to him just now.
Just now, seeing Jiang Yiran's appearance reminded him of the scene in his dream where Jiang Yiran was led to the execution ground, filling him with guilt. At the same time, images of Yang Qiaoqiao playing and laughing with the two children involuntarily appeared in his mind. He thought of Jiang Yiran kidnapping the two children, and his guilt towards Yang Qiaoqiao and the two children overwhelmed him as well.
Two conflicting emotions were constantly pulling him apart, making him extremely irritable.
Finally, he couldn't help but yell at Jiang Yiran.
Jiang Yiran looked at Huo Beixiao, tears streaming down her face like broken beads. She choked back sobs as she asked, "Huo Beixiao, do you know why your memories are different from what they told you?"
Because what they tell you is what happened in this life, while what you remember now is what happened in your past life.
Because of Yang Qiaoqiao, we never got married in this life, but in our past life, we were husband and wife!
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