"She is not reconciled and wants to take this opportunity to get in touch with Shaoting. Xiaorou, I feel that they've already got in touch, otherwise, why did Shaoting have such a big reaction when Old Mrs. Qiao didn't let Qin Yu supply the desserts? He even went for Old Mrs. Qiao on purpose." Fang Liyuan said, "So Xiaorou, for the sake of your marriage, you absolutely can't allow Qin Yu to continue to send desserts to the Qiao Palace."

"Otherwise Qin Yu, the bitch, will steal your husband sooner or later."

"..."

Fang Liyuan kept chattering to Qin Xiaorou, making her eardrums in pain.

She finally couldn't help but speak up, "Sister-in-law, I know everything, I want to go rest now."

Only then did Fang Liyuan give up.

She said, "Xiaorou, go for a rest. You have to remember what I said! Pluck up your courage! The desserts that Qin Yu sends to the Qiao Palace shouldn't be taken! All of them must be thrown out!"

...

In the evening, Old Mrs. Qiao learned something from her butler.

The desserts from Qin Yu's store would continue to be delivered to the Qiao Palace tomorrow.

Faced with an angry Old Mrs. Qiao, the butler said stiffly, "This is what Mr. Qiao ordered. Old Mrs. Qiao, you will be provided with desserts from another supplier, but Mr. Qiao will be the same as before."

"This is nonsense!" Old Mrs. Qiao shouted, "Doesn't he consider his wife's feelings! No dessert from Qin Yu's store will be delivered to the Qiao Palace tomorrow! Do you hear me?"

The butler did not say anything.

Obviously, Qiao Shaoting was the head of the Qiao Palace.

Qiao Shaoting had given the order, so the butler did not dare to say anything.

"Did you hear what I said!" Old Mrs. Qiao saw that the butler did not answer, so she said again in a deep voice.

The butler said with a sad face, "Old Mrs. Qiao, Mr. Qiao told me to send the desserts, but you want me not to. I don't know what to do. I have no idea. You must negotiate it well with Mr. Qiao, otherwise I'm in a dilemma."

Old Mrs. Qiao, even though she was angry, knew that the butler was telling the truth.

After all, he was only a butler. He couldn't make the decision!

"I'll go talk to Shaoting!" said Old Mrs. Qiao angrily.

...

When Old Mrs. Qiao arrived at the floor where Qiao Shaoting lived, she realized that he had not come back yet. She got angrier, scolding the maid, "What time is it? He hasn't even come back yet! What time does he come back every day?"

Since Old Mrs. Qiao had the habit of going to bed early, she didn't know much about Qiao Shaoting's return time.

The maid who was reprimanded by Old Mrs. Qiao didn't dare to make a sound, and just then, Qin Xiaorou came out.

"Old Mrs. Qiao."

When Old Mrs. Qiao saw Qin Xiaorou, her temper was restrained a bit.

"Xiaorou."

"Old Mrs. Qiao, are you here for Mr. Qiao?" Qin Xiaorou asked.

Old Mrs. Qiao didn't want to say it, but when Qin Xiaorou asked, she could only say, "Yes, I came here for Shaoting. Why Shaoting has not come back yet? I guess he is very busy. After all, he is the president of a country. He must be very busy."

She said so, hoping Qin Xiaorou wouldn't think too much.

"Yes, Old Mrs. Qiao. Mr. Qiao, as the president, has too much burden on his shoulders, so he has to spend more time on state affairs. I hope you can understand Mr. Qiao," Qin Xiaorou had heard the conversation between Old Mrs. Qiao and the butler.

A touch of surprise flashed in Old Mrs. Qiao's eyes.

She had wanted to comfort Qin Xiaorou, but she didn't expect Qin Xiaorou to comfort her instead.

Later, the surprise in her eyes turned into appreciation.