Yang Qiaoqiao looked up and glanced at Deng Jialing.
"He's fine, it's the problem between him and me that's the problem."
Deng Jialing was somewhat incredulous.
In that instant, even her views on love began to waver.
Last winter, Yang Qiaoqiao and Huo Beixiao were so loving and affectionate. Now, only half a year has passed, and there are already problems between them?
Are feelings really that unreliable?
Although Deng Jialing was shocked, she was also sensible and knew that she could not ask any more questions after asking this far.
So she didn't say anything more.
The two finished their dinner quietly.
As they were about to part, Deng Jialing suddenly gave Yang Qiaoqiao a thumbs-up and said, "Sister Qiaoqiao, keep going! We women don't need to be sad over those lousy men. Even without lousy men, we can still make a name for ourselves."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but smile with delight.
She nodded to Deng Jialing and said with a smile, "Yes, thank you."
Only after Yang Qiaoqiao and Deng Jialing had left did a car turn on its headlights in the darkness.
Huo Beixiao looked in the direction Yang Qiaoqiao left, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.
This morning he planned to use discussing the Xia family's affairs as an excuse to go to Yang Qiaoqiao's house, but as soon as he arrived at Yang Qiaoqiao's door, he saw Yang Qiaoqiao and Qiao Haifan talking as they went out and got into a car.
He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
He followed Qiao Haifan's car as if possessed.
While Yang Qiaoqiao was busy auditioning actors, he kept watching her from a short distance away.
He didn't even notice the passage of time; he just stared at her all day.
Later, when he saw her go out to eat with Deng Jialing without letting Qiao Haifan come along, his heart, which had been clenched with anxiety, eased a little.
He wanted to go up and talk to Yang Qiaoqiao several times, but in the end he didn't bother her.
Only after Yang Qiaoqiao's car completely disappeared from his sight did his mobile phone ring.
When the call connected, Jiang Yiran's somewhat timid voice came from the other end, "Brother Beixiao, school's out for break, I...where should I go?"
Huo Beixiao frowned, only then realizing that it was already Friday.
He arranged for Jiang Yiran to live at the school, but the school is closed on weekends. After school on Friday, students have to go home and return to school on Sunday night.
He bought a house for Jiang Yiran a few days ago, but he hasn't given her the keys yet, so it's understandable that Jiang Yiran has nowhere to call him now.
He told Jiang Yiran to wait for him at the school gate, and then drove towards Jiang Yiran's school.
Jiang Yiran made the call from the school store. After hearing Huo Beixiao tell her to wait on the other end of the line, she obediently replied and smiled.
After paying the phone bill, she went to the women's restroom after leaving the convenience store.
When she got to the restroom, she took out a clear glass bottle of liquid from her bag, poured it out and rubbed it on her body, and immediately a sweet fragrance filled the air.
She smelled it herself, and her eyes were full of satisfaction.
This is something she went through a lot of trouble to get her hands on.
With just the two of them in the small, enclosed space of the car, and with the added allure of this special fragrance, she didn't believe Huo Beixiao would be able to resist.
After applying the ointment, Jiang Yiran hurried to the school gate.
Huo Beixiao's car arrived just then.
Jiang Yiran quickly ran over with a joyful expression, opened the passenger door, and called out sweetly, "Brother Beixiao."
Then, he lifted his leg to sit in the passenger seat.
Huo Beixiao didn't even glance at her, but his cold, sharp voice reached her ears, "Sit in the back."
Although Jiang Yiran bit her lip in grievance and her eyes quickly welled up with tears, she still obediently went to sit in the back.
As she boarded the bus, she heard a chorus of envious exclamations from the students behind her, and she couldn't help but raise her chin, her eyes filled with pride and arrogance.
At this moment, her vanity, which she had never been satisfied in either of her two lives, was thoroughly satisfied.
Until Huo Beixiao's car had driven away.
The students standing at the door were still discussing it.
"Is this Jiang Yiran, the new transfer student at our school?"
"Was that her husband who came to pick her up? He's so rich! He even drove a car!"
"When she opened the car door just now, I secretly peeked at her husband. He's quite handsome, really cool."
"You know, she's so old, and she's married with a handsome and rich husband, why would she come back to school?"
"Rich people go back to study and pursue their dreams after they've made their fortunes!"
...
Immediately, voices expressing envy for Jiang Yiran were heard everywhere.
When Jiang Yiran returned to school and heard these discussions, she looked so proud that she wished she could spread her tail feathers like a peacock.
"This is your house. You can come here whenever you have a holiday." Huo Beixiao led Jiang Yiran to the new house he had bought for her, and after opening the door, he handed her the key.
The house is located in a newly developed residential community. It has three bedrooms and two living rooms, and is fully equipped with a kitchen and bathroom. It is also fully furnished.
Upon hearing Huo Beixiao's words, Jiang Yiran's heart began to pound.
After two lifetimes, she finally owns a decent house of her own.
Compared to this house, the house in Beicheng that the Jiang family gave her back then was practically handing out charity to a homeless person.
While Jiang Yiran was still happily looking at everything in the house, Huo Beixiao had already turned around and was about to leave.
Jiang Yiran noticed and quickly pulled him back.
Her eyes instantly reddened, and she looked at him with misty eyes, "Brother Beixiao, are you leaving? Do you hate me that much? Don't you want to stay with me for even a little longer?"
After she finished speaking, she bit her lip, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Huo Beixiao felt a little irritated, but he couldn't help feeling guilty.
In his dream, Jiang Yiran often cried after being abused by Zhang Wei.
Later, Peng Cuiying took Jiang Yiran for a checkup, and the doctor diagnosed her with severe depression, which later turned into bipolar disorder.
Although he didn't quite understand what depression and bipolar disorder meant.
But he could guess what was going on based on the content of the dream.
People with severe depression may commit suicide, and those who develop bipolar disorder may engage in extreme behaviors that they cannot control.
Huo Beixiao's consciousness in his dream told him that the reason why Jiang Yiran did not choose to call the police after being abused, but instead killed Zhang Wei, was related to her mental state.
Jiang Yiran saw Huo Beixiao standing at the door. Although she didn't say anything, she didn't leave either.
A flicker of calculation and hope flashed in her eyes. "Brother Beixiao, can you come in and sit down?"
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