"Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I'll hold back and I definitely won't disturb your sleep again." Huo Beixiao apologized quickly after sneezing.
But in the dark, a person's hearing seems to become exceptionally acute.
Yang Qiaoqiao could hear him breathing warm air very clearly.
Then I heard him carefully sniffing.
She could even hear that Huo Beixiao's nose seemed to be stuffy from the cold because he was sleeping on the ground.
Yang Qiaoqiao became increasingly agitated and tossed and turned on the kang (a heated brick bed) several times.
Finally, she spoke up: "Huo Beixiao, bring your blanket up and sleep here."
After saying that, she convinced herself that she had asked Huo Beixiao to come to bed with her not because she still had feelings for him, but simply out of pity and sympathy.
Moreover, he came to Beicheng on official business.
Grandpa Xia's investment project is now ready to start construction, and he has even hired all the workers.
Without the approval documents, we cannot start construction, and every day of delay means another day's worth of money being wasted.
She allowed Huo Beixiao to get on the kang (heated brick bed) so that the construction site could start work as soon as possible, and for the sake of the overall situation.
Huo Beixiao quickly grabbed the quilt and practically leaped onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
He was afraid that if he was even a step too slow, Qiaoqiao would regret it.
Yang Qiaoqiao wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, but the moment Huo Beixiao lay down beside her, her heart still involuntarily jumped into her throat.
Moreover, even through the blanket, she could feel the chill emanating from Huo Beixiao.
"Qiaoqiao, you're still the best to me. I knew you wouldn't let me freeze." Huo Beixiao's nose was still stuffy, and his voice was a little muffled, but it was full of joy.
"Shut up! Go to sleep." Yang Qiaoqiao was a little annoyed and scolded directly, "If you don't want to sleep, then go sleep on the floor."
Huo Beixiao beside him fell silent.
In the darkness, the two lay on a kang (a heated brick bed), so close that they could clearly hear each other's breathing.
Yang Qiaoqiao heard Huo Beixiao's breathing gradually become smoother, which meant his nose must have cleared up.
Her complicated feelings gradually calmed down, and drowsiness came over her, so she gradually fell asleep.
This time, she slept very well.
Moreover, the longer you sleep, the warmer you feel, making it exceptionally comfortable.
The next morning, when Yang Qiaoqiao woke up from her comfortable state, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
This exceptionally comfortable temperature didn't come from the kang (heated brick bed), but from...
She instinctively and quickly distanced herself from the man, her sharp eyes fixed on him.
But she met Huo Beixiao's innocent eyes.
Huo Beixiao quickly explained, "Qiaoqiao, it wasn't me..."
Yang Qiaoqiao was slightly taken aback, suppressing her anger, and then realized that Huo Beixiao was indeed not to blame.
Because now she herself was sleeping in Huo Beixiao's bed.
She bit her lip awkwardly.
Bad habits really do kill people. Why is she still unconsciously rolling into a man's arms to sleep, just like before?
"I'm sorry," she uttered stiffly.
Fortunately, she was still awake before falling asleep, and she didn't take off her undershirt and thermal underwear before going to bed last night.
At this moment, she quickly turned her back to the man and put on her clothes.
Huo Beixiao's fingers twitched unconsciously; he longed to help her get dressed as he used to.
But he knew he couldn't.
He cannot overstep any boundaries until Qiao Qiao accepts him again, otherwise he will only push Qiao Qiao further away.
The next day, Yang Qiaoqiao planned to find a craftsman to repair the embroidery shop.
When Grandma Tong found out, she told her not to bother with unnecessary things and that she would take her to find someone.
The embroidery shop's houses are all made of wood with mortise and tenon joints, which cannot be repaired by ordinary craftsmen; only highly skilled carpenters can do it.
Yang Qiaoqiao was unfamiliar with Beicheng, so it would be quite difficult for her to find a carpenter with such good skills on her own.
But it's still a bit cold outside this time of year, and she's worried that the old lady's health might not be able to handle going out with her.
So she wanted the old lady to write down the address for her so she could go find the person herself.
Who knew that after hearing her words, the old lady snorted coldly, "You brat, you underestimate an old woman like me?"
"Back in the day, when I was in the countryside, I slept in snowdrifts wearing only a single layer of clothing, and I'm still doing just fine now."
When Yang Qiaoqiao helped the old lady out to find a good carpenter, she heard the old lady talk about how she was sent to the cowshed in those years.
Those who experienced that period only know how dark life was.
But the old lady spoke of it with a nonchalant ease, as if she had already sailed past countless mountains.
Under the old lady's guidance, Yang Qiaoqiao quickly found an experienced craftsman who was capable of repairing the embroidery shop.
On the way back, before entering the courtyard with the old lady, Yang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but glance at the neighbor's house.
He asked the old lady, "Grandma Tong, is no one living in the yard next door?"
The courtyard next to Grandma Tong's is the one that Jiang Yongxian bought two years ago after emptying the Jiang family's pockets.
Grandma Tong glanced at the next room and said, "There used to be a young couple who would come and stay for half a month each month."
It seems that the young woman is pregnant and has gone back to her parents' house; I haven't seen anyone living here since.
Yang Qiaoqiao and Grandma Tong chatted as they entered the courtyard.
They had just entered the courtyard when two figures walked in behind them.
If Yang Qiaoqiao were to turn around and look at him now, she would see Jiang Yongxian and Jiang Yong'an.
But she didn't turn around to look.
When Jiang Yongxian and Jiang Yong'an saw her fleeting figure before she closed the door, they did subconsciously exchange a glance.
"Yang Qiaoqiao!"
Jiang Yong'an gritted his teeth and squeezed out those three words from his throat.
He clenched his fists and was about to rush towards Grandma Tong's courtyard.
Jiang Yongxian quickly grabbed him, "Third brother, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to kill her!" Jiang Yong'an's eyes were bloodshot, and his fierce expression seemed to make him want to rush up and devour Yang Qiaoqiao alive.
A hint of disdain flashed in Jiang Yongxian's eyes. This idiot, how can he accomplish anything with such a short temper?
Fortunately, his value to him was also one-time only.
Once he achieves his goal, whether Jiang Yong'an is shot or commits suicide to fulfill his ridiculous love and go to the underworld to be with Jiang Yiran, it's none of his business.
"Third brother, I know you harbor hatred in your heart and wish Yang Qiaoqiao would die right now."
My older brother is just like you.
But we must not act impulsively.
Jiang Yongxian held onto Jiang Yong'an tightly, not daring to let go. "Think about it, we are in the North City now. How many people live in this alley, and how many people are on the street outside?"
"If you rush in now, and you can't kill that bitch Yang Qiaoqiao in one go, what if she makes a sound and attracts others? Do you think you can still succeed?"
"Even if you succeed, with so many people around, do you think you can escape?"
“I never intended to run away,” Jiang Yong’an said, glancing at Jiang Yongxian. “As long as I can kill her and avenge Ranran, I have no intention of taking my own life.”
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