The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 112 He's Very Bad
The driver wasn't driving very smoothly, and Jiang Baohai didn't want to meet Gao Qinghe's probing gaze, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

But unexpectedly, I actually fell asleep amidst the swaying and rocking.

Hearing the even, long breathing sounds beside her, Gao Qinghe turned to look.

The man beside her had his head slightly tilted towards her, leaning against the hard headrest. As the car swayed from side to side, he showed no signs of waking up.

Gao Qinghe noticed his current exhaustion and felt a little sorry for him.

If you're so tired, don't come to pick her up. She's not a child; she'll get lost at the airport.

Gao Qinghe sighed softly, moved to the side, straightened her upper body, and offered her shoulder.

The wobbly head, after swaying for a while, naturally fell onto her shoulder and stopped moving.

His long, drawn-out breaths sprayed onto her neck, hotter than the summer sun. A fine layer of sweat appeared on Gao Qinghe's temples, the back of her neck, and her chest.

She lifted her skirt slightly and fanned herself up and down, trying to dispel the heat.

As Jiang Baohai slept soundly, he felt a delicate fragrance seep into his chest with each breath, gently enveloping his heart, as if he were lying on soft clouds with a valley full of blooming flowers beneath him.

He took a few deep breaths of the fragrance of a hundred flowers in the breeze, becoming more and more addicted to it, and reluctant to leave.

"We're here, wake up!"

Gao Qinghe reached out and pushed away the head that had been buried in her neck at some point.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it's just a head; it's quite heavy, and it didn't even budge on the first try.

But before she could intensify her attack, the head buried in her neck lifted up, looking at her sleepily with pure, innocent eyes.

Gao Qinghe suddenly realized that when men act like seductive vixens, they can be quite alluring.

"Get off the bus, let's go."

Gao Qinghe hugged her old schoolbag tightly, forcing herself to look away from Jiang Baohai's alluring phoenix eyes, and got out of the car.

A soft laugh came from behind her, but when Gao Qinghe turned around, the man had already regained his serious expression, paid the bill, and followed her down.

The three of them bought three tickets for the next departure.

I have two standing tickets and one seat ticket, and I plan to take turns sitting in each one.

A three-hour drive isn't long; just bear with it and it'll pass.

However, Jiang Baohai had no intention of holding back.

After successfully boarding the train, I immediately switched seats with two other passengers.

Huang Yanqiu looked down at the seat number in her hand, then at the seat number in Gao Qinghe's hand, and her eyes instantly turned unfriendly.

"Why is my seat so far away from yours? I want to sit with my cousin." Huang Yanqiu looked at Jiang Baohai warily.

He looks respectable, but I never expected him to be so cunning.

Before Gao Qinghe could speak, Jiang Baohai said, "We're a couple. Isn't it normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to sit together? Do you want to be a third wheel?"

Huang Yanqiu asked in confusion, "What light bulb? What does it have to do with a light bulb?"

Jiang Baohai choked, but he was too lazy to waste words with a little kid. He smiled at Gao Qinghe, took her hand, and sat down in the seat they had exchanged.

There were two seats by the window. Gao Qinghe sat by the window, and he sat in the middle. There was also an old man next to him.

Huang Yanqiu glared at the two people sitting in the row. After waiting for a while and not seeing Gao Qinghe call her, she turned around angrily and walked to the next carriage, where she sat down in her seat.

Perhaps he harbored too much resentment, or perhaps the murderous look he gave to the next carriage was too intense.

The two passengers sitting next to her shrank back silently, trying their best to minimize their presence.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere was quite harmonious on Gao Qinghe's side.

Gao Qinghe was tired and leaned against the window, closing her eyes for a short rest. Jiang Baohai had just taken a nap in the taxi and was now feeling refreshed.

The flight attendant pushed a cart full of snacks over. He bought one of all the snacks and put it on the tray table, leaving the ones that Gao Qinghe might like. He ate the rest himself while waiting for Gao Qinghe to wake up.

I don't know what happy thing came to mind, but she would occasionally look down and smile, glancing out the window.

The passenger sitting opposite him had no idea what the saccharine smell of love was like; he just inexplicably got goosebumps and felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Gao Qinghe woke up once during the meal, and was fed as soon as she opened her eyes.

Peeled braised eggs, cooled warm water, shelled spiced melon seeds, biscuits, sponge cake, and fried dough twists were stuffed into her mouth one after another.

Gao Qinghe had absolutely no chance to refuse.

But I was really hungry, and before I knew it, I had finished all those snacks.

Eat your fill and go back to sleep. When you wake up again, you'll have arrived at your destination.

Jiang Baohai drove here and parked his car in the hotel parking lot near the train station.

It was getting late, and Gao Qinghe didn't want to stay any longer. Jiang Baohai brought a car to pick them up, and they drove straight to Qing County.

A little after six o'clock, a bright red sedan, covered in dust, came to a steady stop in front of the factory's staff compound.

Huang Yanqiu was the first to rush out of the car, intending to open the door for Gao Qinghe first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked to the passenger side, I saw two people holding hands tightly.

She gritted her teeth, strode around to open the trunk, and carried the two heavy suitcases off.

With a loud "bang!", the trunk lid slammed down.

Jiang Baohai, who was in the car, was startled. He glanced at Huang Yanqiu speechlessly, then looked pitifully at Gao Qinghe.

"Isn't your cousin a bit too short-tempered? I wasn't exactly polite to her the whole way, but I was at least very considerate. Why is she so hostile towards me?"

Gao Qinghe smiled indulgently: "Kids are rather naive, you're an adult, don't take it to heart."

I pulled my hand, which had been gripped by someone the whole way and was sweating profusely, and prepared to get off the bus.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Baohai leaned over and grabbed her wrist, narrowing his eyes as he asked, "Are you just going to leave like this?"

Gao Qinghe was taken aback.

Yes, they went to all that way to pick her up, so we should definitely express our gratitude.

"Thank you." Gao Qinghe smiled sincerely. "You've worked hard too. Go home and get some rest. I'll treat you to dinner later."

Jiang Baohai almost laughed in anger. He had gone all the way to pick up the person, and even if he hadn't done anything to deserve credit, he had at least put in the effort. And this was the result?
However, he still let go of her hand, and said in a rare, somewhat firm tone:
"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, and we'll go to the village together."

It's time to formally discuss the wedding arrangements with my uncle and aunt.

If he continues to let Gao Qinghe run around like this, he'll probably be a bachelor for the rest of his life!

Gao Qinghe sensed something was off in his words and looked at him with some surprise.

Jiang Baohai's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile as he started the car and drove away.

Gao Qinghe felt a sudden panic and swallowed hard.

Turning around, I was met with Huang Yanqiu's unusually serious face.

The little girl frowned, pointed to her eyes, and said, "Qinghe, this man wants to sleep with you, he even wants to kiss you. I saw it all clearly. He's so bad!"

His angry expression, filled with disappointment and fear that his best friend would be deceived by a bad man, was almost as if he were calling 110 on Gao Qinghe's behalf to call the police to arrest the hooligan.

(End of this chapter)