After accompanying Yang Qiaoqiao to visit each child at the orphanage, Song Lixiang saw how many things Yang Qiaoqiao had brought to the orphanage and couldn't help but say, "Qiaoqiao, you're not having an easy time either, and the money Xiaocao usually gives us at the orphanage is enough. Don't spend money to buy us these things anymore."
Yang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "It's okay, these things won't cost much. No matter how hard things are for me, I still have this much money."
In any case, I have it easier than these kids.
Although she was also abandoned at a young age, she was lucky to meet the kind-hearted couple Yang Minghui and Lin Xiaohui.
They raised her like their own daughter, and no matter how difficult the conditions were, they tried their best not to let her suffer any injustice.
But if it weren't for Song Lixiang establishing this welfare home here, what would have become of these children...?
Yang Qiaoqiao dared not imagine it.
The deep-rooted preference for sons over daughters in Chinese people over thousands of years is difficult to change in a short time. Now that they can't have more children, if they want a son, they can only secretly dispose of the girl after she is born so as not to take up a son's birth quota.
Yang Qiaoqiao's power is meager, and she is powerless to change this situation; she can only do her best in a small way.
Song Lixiang looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with eyes full of tenderness, and she hesitated to speak several times.
Yang Qiaoqiao could tell from her expression what she wanted to ask, but she didn't want to say more about her relationship with Huo Beixiao.
So he pretended not to see it, and after seeing the situation at the orphanage, he said goodbye to Song Lixiang.
As Song Lixiang watched Yang Qiaoqiao's retreating figure as she was about to get into the car, she couldn't help but call out to her, "Qiaoqiao, take care."
Yang Qiaoqiao turned to look at her.
She paused for a moment before finally saying, "Even if... even if we misjudged a man, we women can still hold our own."
Looking at Song Lixiang's resolute face, Yang Qiaoqiao raised the corners of her lips and nodded heavily, "Yes, sister, I understand."
If Yang Qiaoqiao wants to transfer the cement plant, the electronics market, and Beiqiao Plaza to her own name and take over management, she will inevitably have to negotiate with Zhu Dong.
But after she finished dealing with the affairs of the clothing factory and her two stores, she tried to contact him but was unable to reach him.
Just as she was considering whether to go directly to Huo Beixiao to negotiate, Zhu Dong arrived looking for her, looking travel-worn.
"Little sister-in-law..." Zhu Dong began, still using the same address he used to give her.
Yang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Brother Dong, Huo Beixiao and I are already divorced. You should change your tune now."
Zhu Dong had obviously run over as soon as he got out of the car. He was panting and said urgently, "Sister-in-law, listen to me first."
As Zhu Dong spoke, he handed two pieces of paper to Yang Qiaoqiao. "Sister-in-law, this is my police report receipt, and this is the arrest warrant from the police."
Yang Qiaoqiao took the two pieces of paper with some doubt. After reading the words on them, her pupils widened slightly. She looked at Zhu Dong in disbelief, "Jiang Yiran has been arrested?"
"Whom was she planning to kill?"
Zhu Dong looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with a somewhat grave expression and said, "Kill Boss Huo."
"Where is Huo Beixiao? How is he now?" Yang Qiaoqiao asked instinctively without thinking.
Zhu Dong pursed his lips, his expression growing even more somber. "Boss Huo is still in the intensive care unit undergoing emergency treatment."
"Brother Huo originally told me not to tell you about this, but after thinking it over, I decided I should tell you, sister-in-law."
"Boss Huo knows that you, sister-in-law, have been trying to gather evidence to overturn Jiang Yiran's false identity and bring her to justice."
Huo said that he helped Jiang Yiran create her fake identity. When he was helping Jiang Yiran, he had memory problems and was determined to protect her, so the fake identity he created was almost flawless.
It's faster to make Jiang Yiran commit another crime than to find evidence that she has fabricated her identity.
He knew Jiang Yiran had always coveted his wealth, so he used his own body to get her into prison.
He also said that although what he is doing now cannot make up for even a fraction of the harm he caused you and the children, but... if he dies, he hopes you can take the children to see him.
Zhu Dong, a grown man, couldn't help but get teary-eyed as he spoke.
He looked at Yang Qiaoqiao and said with a choked voice, "Sister-in-law, Boss Huo is not dead yet. He still has a breath left. Could you please take the two children to see him?"
Yang Qiaoqiao felt a mix of emotions.
When they divorced, she wondered why Huo Beixiao would suddenly give her all his assets.
But before she even left the Civil Affairs Bureau, she learned that Huo Beixiao had divorced her and then married Jiang Yiran.
This incident was so devastating to her that she didn't bother to think about why Huo Beixiao's behavior was so contradictory and abnormal.
These past few days, she has been forcing herself to focus on her career and not to think about anything related to Huo Beixiao, so naturally she hasn't thought deeply about Huo Beixiao's behavior.
She didn't expect...
A feeling of regret suddenly welled up inside me.
If she hadn't been so resolute on the morning of her divorce, could she and Huo Beixiao have cooperated to send Jiang Yiran to prison instead of Huo Beixiao risking his life?
Yang Qiaoqiao controlled her emotions and said as calmly as possible, "Okay, I'll go back and pick up the child to see her."
Although she didn't show anything on her face, she staggered slightly as she stood up.
Fortunately, I managed to grab the desk in time to avoid falling.
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