She knew that, but now she didn't care.

The only thing she cared about was the bracelet on her wrist.

It was a cheap product, and the paint had fallen off not long after she wore it. Compared to the million-dollar jewelry in her jewelry box, it was simply trash.

But she had to bring this trash with her.

This bracelet belonged to Jiang Xiying, and it was also because she wore it that Qiao Zhe opened his eyes to look at her and agreed to the marriage.

How ironic!

Han Yuzhu looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was twisted with anger and hatred.

Jiang Xiying, if it weren't for you, she, Han Yuzhu, wouldn't have lost her fertility.

As for her son, who Qiao Zhe treated like a treasure, don't think that she did not know who Qiao Zhe and his son were!

Jiang Xiying, I'm not done with you!

Qiao family mansion.

As soon as Qiao Zhe returned from the company, he saw Qiao Zichen, who was dressed like Santa Claus.

His face darkened, and his gaze immediately swept over Uncle Bai. He asked in a low voice, "Have you read all the documents and books that the company has processed in the past few days?"

Uncle Bai smiled and said, "Yes."

"What have you read?"

Qiao Zhe continued to press him, and Qiao Zichen, who was at the side, pouted his mouth in dissatisfaction, "Dad, Xiao Chen has been a little busy these few days, so he didn't have time to take a look. Don't blame Uncle Bai."

Without waiting for Qiao Zhe to question him, Mother Qiao walked down from the second floor.

Only then did Qiao Zhe calm down. When Mother Qiao heard this, she immediately complained, "Chenchen is only five years old, the right age to play. How can he understand the company's documents?"

Madam Qiao fought for fame and wealth, Qiao Zhe was famous in the martial arts world, he killed people without a trace, his methods were ruthless and merciless, and only showed respect to his well-educated mother.

"You have to pick up babies from young."

Qiao Zhe said coldly, but he still gently hugged Little Chen.

Mother Qiao knew Qiao Zhe's personality better than anyone else, so she was used to it, "There's a guest at home in the afternoon."

"Yes."

Qiao Zhe put Little Chen down. There were no lack of guests at home every day, so it was not strange at all. He hurriedly went upstairs to change his clothes.

Xiao Chen, who was dressed as Santa Claus, ran in front of Mother Qiao. He pinched his fake beard and asked, "Grandma, do you think sister will like this outfit?"

Mother Qiao smiled dotingly and handed over a peeled Red Heart Fire Dragon Fruit. She replied, "That will depend on your performance."

As they were talking, the doorbell of the villa rang.

This was the first time Jiang Xiying had been a guest at someone else's house since she had returned to the country. She did not know it before, but only after she arrived did she know that it was the Qiao family's mansion.

She wanted to retreat in her heart, but on second thought, she knew that she would definitely have business dealings with the Qiao family in the future. It would be better for her to work out her relationship with the Qiao family first, so that it would be easier to talk to them when the time came.

There was nothing to buy. This kind of family didn't lack anything, so he wrapped some flowers along the way.

It was a sunflower, Jiang Xiying's favorite flower.

The little person who opened the door suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Xiying, startling her.

"Little guy, you are the youngest Christmas grandpa I have ever seen!"

"Does big sister like it?"

Chen looked at Jiang Xiying eagerly. Jiang Xiying rubbed her little head and said with a smile, "Of course!"

When Mother Qiao saw this, she immediately went up to welcome her. However, when she saw Jiang Xiying, she was even happier than Qiao Zichen.

"Hello, Auntie. You can call me Xiying. My surname is Jiang."

Jiang Xiying introduced herself and handed over the sunflower in her hand.

Mother Qiao took the flower and smiled brightly. "Thank you, Xiying. I didn't expect this child to like you so much."

"Maybe there's some fate between me and Chen?"

The few of them entered the house in high spirits. Mother Qiao had specially prepared all kinds of exquisite snacks and a cup of mellow Pu Er Tea, which instantly captured Jiang Xiying.

Not long after, Qiao Zhe came down from upstairs with a work computer in his hand.

When she saw Jiang Xiying, she was a little curious. When Mother Qiao saw this, she hurriedly explained, "That day at the engagement banquet, Xiao Chen dirtied Xiying's dress. In order to apologize, we invited Xiying over as a guest."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mother Qiao turned her head to the side and looked at Jiang Xiying. Just as she was about to introduce them, Qiao Zhe said, "Yuzhu's friend. We've met before."

After a few words, the conversation ended.

Jiang Xiying did not think much of it. As Yuzhu's fiancé, it was not good for her to be too close to him as a friend.

She immediately changed the topic and chatted with Mother Qiao about cosmetics common sense. She also recommended a few Italian brands.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. The nanny opened the door and Han Yuzhu walked in.

The first thing she saw was Jiang Xiying sitting on the sofa, chatting happily with Mother Qiao. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

With a smile on his face, Qiao Zhe got up and walked over. He took the pastries from her hands and said, "Come, come. Why did you bring something?"

Han Yuzhu said in a spoiled manner, "I heard that Auntie likes afternoon tea, so I bought some new products for you to try."

When Mother Qiao saw Han Yuzhu, she did not get up. The smile on her face faded a little, but she was still very gracious and decent.

Han Yuzhu's appearance interrupted the conversation between Mother Qiao and Jiang Xiying. For a moment, the atmosphere between them was a little awkward.

Han Yuzhu did not sit next to Jiang Xiying. Instead, she sat close to Qiao Zhe. She faced Jiang Xiying but did not greet her as a friend.

Jiang Xiying could not understand Han Yuzhu's thoughts. She felt that she had disturbed the family and found an excuse to leave the Qiao family.

As soon as she left, Mother Qiao carried Chen upstairs. It was almost time for dinner.

Only Qiao Zhe and Han Yuzhu were left downstairs. Qiao Zhe, who had been dealing with the company's business, paid no attention to Han Yuzhu.

Han Yuzhu, who had been left alone at the side, could not help but think of the way Mother Qiao had smiled at Jiang Xiying just now. She could not help but tighten her grip on the hem of her dress.

The marriage between the Qiao family and the Han family was within her expectations, but it was also out of her expectations.

The Han family had given her a final ultimatum. As long as she could successfully get engaged, she would be able to get pregnant with Qiao Zhe's child no matter what.

Only by becoming Mrs. Qiao would she be able to stabilize the Han family's position.

But to Han Yuzhu, having a child was as difficult as ascending to the heavens!

Five years ago, when she accidentally saw a text message from Qiao Zhe's phone, she discovered a shocking secret between him and Jiang Xiying.

Qiao Zhe spent money to buy a child, and his birth mother was Jiang Xiying.

When she heard that Jiang Xiying was having a difficult labor that night, Qiao Zhe made an excuse to abandon her and rushed to the hospital. In order to prevent all of this from happening, she also drove there.

But in the end?

The mother and son were safe. Qiao Zhe was happy to have a son, and she was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment because of a car accident. It was only after that she found out that she had lost her fertility.

Qiao Zhe did not know anything about what had happened to her, and she could not let him know!

This matter had been suppressed in her heart for five whole years. In these five years, her temperament had changed greatly. She pretended to be unwilling to be angry and made her swear that she would make a comeback.

"Zhe, what do you want to eat for dinner? I'll cook."

Han Yuzhu's tone was gentle and pleasant to the ears, but Qiao Zhe, who was standing next to her, seemed to be in the middle of his work. After a light "hmm, he blurted out, Whatever."

Immediately, his phone rang. After picking up the phone, he left the room without looking at Han Yuzhu.

With a cold expression on her face, Han Yuzhu sat rooted to the spot. The coldness in her eyes seemed to want to freeze the person she hated to death.