She was tricked into marriage for three years, then remarried a childless, tough guy and became preg

Huo Xiuyuan raised his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable, and after a long while, he spoke:

"Your cooking skills are excellent. I'll pay you if you do a good job."

"Okay," Shen Tang replied, "I'll take your measurements when I have some free time."

Huo Xiuyuan looked at her without saying a word, his ear tips turning slightly red again.

Shen Tang curled her lips. It seems that Commander Huo is not so cold and hard after all!

"Oh, right. The people who passed the preliminary selection will be moving in tomorrow," Ge Aihua said.

"Yang Xinyue, whom you just mentioned, will also be coming."

Shen Tang raised an eyebrow, ready to meet force with force and water with water.

Yang Xinyue was having an affair with Lu Jingshen. After being taken home by Yang Aimin, she stayed in her room and refused to come out.

"Ignore her! That kid has ulterior motives, would I have made a mistake by hitting him?" Yang Aimin said angrily.

Wu Meijuan sighed, "I don't know what Xinyue sees in him?"

"Bewitched! So many outstanding young people have asked others to act as matchmakers, and aren't they all better than that bastard? There are teachers, lawyers, and even people whose families own factories."

What does that bastard have? He's from the countryside. If I hadn't been blind and recommended him to go out and learn, which led to him becoming a technician, he'd still be operating a sewing machine in the workshop.

Yang Aimin was so angry that she wanted to beat Lu Jingshen up again.

"Putting everything else aside, the key issue is that he's married. If word gets out, what will become of Xinyue's reputation?" Wu Meijuan frowned deeply.

"I have to break up with him!" Yang Aimin said resolutely.

Wu Meijuan glanced up at Yang Xinyue's room upstairs and lowered her voice, saying:

"You can't push him too far. He almost jumped off a building last time."

After Yang Aimin first learned that Lu Jingshen was married, he locked Yang Xinyue in her room and wouldn't let her go out.

Yang Xinyue cried several times, and in the end she jumped off the second floor. Fortunately, she only sprained her ankle.

But it scared Yang Aimin and his wife so much that they never dared to pressure her again.

"Ouch!" Yang Aimin punched his thigh.

"That kid is no good!" Yang Aimin said angrily.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

The couple fell silent.

Yang Aimin sighed and walked out, saying, "I'm going to the factory."

Not long after Yang Aimin left, Sun Qian's voice rang out from the doorway:

"Auntie—is Xinyue home?"

Wu Meijuan hurried out to greet her: "Qianqian's here?"

"Hmm. Auntie, we're moving into the cultural troupe's training dormitory tomorrow. I wanted to ask how Xinyue gets there? If Uncle is driving, could you give me a ride?"

Wu Meijuan slapped her thigh, realizing she had forgotten about it.

She quickly said, "Just bring your luggage tomorrow morning, and your uncle will take you there."

Wu Meijuan felt a little better when she thought that Yang Xinyue would move into the training dormitory and be able to temporarily avoid contact with Lu Jingshen.

Sun Qian and Yang Xinyue are classmates and have been close friends since childhood.

When they were little, Sun Qian often came to play with Yang Xinyue. Her family was poor, and Wu Meijuan took pity on her and always invited her to stay for meals.

In the blink of an eye, both girls have grown up.

Yang Xinyue, the daughter, is also willing to talk to Sun Qian about anything.

Wu Meijuan then asked Sun Qian to talk to Yang Xinyue and tell her not to get hung up on Lu Jingshen.

"Okay, I understand," Sun Qian replied earnestly.

She went upstairs and knocked on the door: "New Moon, it's me."

Yang Xinyue opened the door from the inside, and as soon as Sun Qian went in, the door slammed shut again.

Wu Meijuan sighed deeply, "It's true what they say, once a son grows up, he's no longer under his mother's control."

"Oh dear—what happened to you?"

Looking at Yang Xinyue's swollen eyes, Sun Qian asked with a pained expression.

Yang Xinyue whispered in Sun Qian's ear and recounted what had happened yesterday.

"He kissed you? He even touched you?" Sun Qian's eyes widened in shock.

"Hey! Keep your voice down—" Yang Xinyue quickly covered her mouth.

"How does it feel?" Sun Qian asked with a face full of curiosity.

Yang Xinyue bit her lip and buried her head in her chest.

"Oh my god—you two are just like in a Qiong Yao novel, so romantic!" Sun Qian's eyes sparkled.

"What's so romantic about him? He got a good beating from my dad," Yang Xinyue muttered sadly.

"It's okay, we'll start the training course tomorrow. You two can meet secretly then. I'll cover for you."

"Qianqian, you're so kind."

Yang Xinyue opened her arms and hugged Sun Qian.

"Oh, right, I have two skirts for you to wear. And a pair of trousers too..."

Yang Xinyue gave Sun Qian her skirt and pants that she had only worn twice. Sun Qian looked at the hair clips on the table and said:

"Your hair clip is so pretty, but unfortunately I don't have the money to buy it."

"Here, take this."

Yang Xinyue took one from the table and put it on her head.

"Can I have that one?"

Sun Qian pointed to the pearl hair clip next to her. Yang Xinyue hesitated for a moment; she also liked that hair clip very much.

"Here you go. You're my best friend!" Yang Xinyue said with a smile.

"New Moon, you're so kind." Sun Qian said, her eyes brimming with tears.

The two hugged each other, Yang Xinyue looking at herself with satisfaction, while Sun Qian looked at the pearl hair clip in her hand with pride.

With Sun Qian's comfort, Yang Xinyue opened the door and began to eat.

Wu Meijuan invited Sun Qian to stay for dinner. She placed a large piece of meat into Sun Qian's bowl and said with a smile:

"Qianqian, when you get there, you and Xinyue need to look after each other."

"Of course, with me here, no one can bully Xinyue," Sun Qian assured, patting her chest.

Wu Meijuan smiled with relief, took out twenty yuan from her pocket, and handed it to Sun Qian:

"Qianqian, take this."

Sun Qian quickly waved her hand, "I can't accept it."

Wu Meijuan sighed, "Don't be shy with your auntie, take it."

Sun Qian's life was tough. She had three younger brothers, and her father was an alcoholic. Her mother made a living by mending clothes. If Yang Aimin hadn't arranged for her to work in a garment factory, she didn't know how she would have survived!

Sun Qian bit her lip and said gratefully, "Thank you, Auntie."

She put the money in her pocket, but felt like a beggar, coming to their house to beg every time.

The kindness they offered so easily disgusted her.

She is no worse than Yang Xinyue, so why is she always the best?

Why is fate so unfair? But she doesn't believe in fate; what Yang Xinyue has, she can have too.

"Auntie, why haven't I seen Chaoyang these past few days?" Sun Qian asked.

Yang Chaoyang held a sinecure at the factory, working only sporadically and rarely seen.

"Who knows where he ran off to? He came back a couple of days ago saying he was going to take the police academy entrance exam. That kid's always on a whim."

Wu Meijuan said helplessly.

Yang Chaoyang didn't like going to school. After finally finishing junior high school, he was assigned to work in a clothing factory, but he didn't want to go.

He always likes to be a chivalrous hero and meddle in other people's business.

Sun Qian pursed her lips. Yang Chaoyang was two years younger than her and very handsome.

Yang Xinyue chewed the meat in her mouth and slowly looked at Sun Qian:

"You don't mean you like—"

"Mom—I'm home!"

As soon as Yang Chaoyang entered the room, he took off his shirt and vest.

"I just chased a thief, and it was so hot! Do you have any water?"

He turned his head and saw Sun Qian.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed:

Holy crap!