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

Chapter 154 The Ultimate Evil Woman
Gao Qingmiao said she would treat everyone to a meal.

Huang Yanqiu said directly, "I'm not going."

She turned around, went into the noodle shop, helped the owner clear the tables and wash the dishes, and asked him to help persuade his relative to sell the house to her.

Gao Qinghe found it amusing and said to her disappointed younger brother:
"Never mind her, let's eat by ourselves."

Gao Qingmiao cheered up again.

Thinking that even if she and her brother settled down in the city, they would still need to manage their interpersonal relationships in the county.

We decided to invite all the acquaintances we met on the pedestrian street, and we all went to a small restaurant for a happy meal.

People these days are simple and honest.

Those invited by Gao Qingmiao all brought gifts.

They weren't anything particularly valuable; they were either small items sold in their own shop or food and drinks.

There's an even more practical approach: directly sending red envelopes (cash gifts).

One or two yuan is not too little, five or ten yuan is not too much.

"Sister, can I have some baijiu?" Gao Qingmiao ran over excitedly and asked.

Before Gao Qinghe could speak, Sister Hong, who was sitting at the same table, exclaimed dramatically, "Wow!"

"Xiao Miao, you've never tried whitening it before?"

Hongjie's husband immediately chimed in, jokingly saying, "Xiao Miao, you have to ask your sister before you even drink a little alcohol? Are we even men?"

Gao Qingmiao's face flushed red, and everyone burst into laughter.

The more everyone laughed, the redder his face became, which made everyone want to come up and tease him.

Gao Qingmiao looked to her sister for help, pleading, "Save me, save me!"

Gao Qinghe had dealt with countless such situations in her past life.

Seeing how pitiful her younger brother was, she felt a protective instinct towards him.

She stood up, put her arm around her younger brother's shoulder, waved her hand, and asked the shop owner to bring two bottles of liquor. She then led Gao Qingmiao to toast everyone in turn, asking the older brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts to take good care of the young people in the future.

She spoke in a series of interconnected statements, one after another, leaving the simple-minded neighbors completely bewildered.

It seemed like the siblings raised their glasses many times, but after two rounds, most of the wine was still left in their glasses.

Gao Qingmiao's face only turned slightly red, while Gao Qinghe seemed perfectly sober.

Hongjie's husband, who had been shouting the loudest, was now slumped on the table, mumbling incoherent nonsense.

Sister Hong grabbed her husband's ear in an annoyed tone: "Come on, let's go home!"

So that I won't get so drunk that I can't stand up later.

She didn't have the strength to carry such a heavy man home.

When the others saw Gao Qinghe coming over, they hurriedly waved their hands, telling her to sit down and eat.

Gao Qingmiao looked at her sister with admiration; she was so amazing.

When everyone had finished eating and drinking and left the party, they would pat Gao Qingmiao on the shoulder and give Gao Qinghe a thumbs up.

I'm truly impressed by you two siblings!

Gao Qinghe smiled, with an innocent and harmless expression.

When Sister Hong caught a glimpse of it, she couldn't help but shiver, goosebumps rising on her skin.

He thought to himself, "These young people these days are really good at hiding their true colors."

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

The property ownership certificate for the cotton mill has been issued.

These past few days, Gao Qingmiao took advantage of the lull in business to clean up the rooms on the second floor of the new house.

They even paid for their uncle to hire a painter to paint all the walls white.

Previously, Zheng Laowu said that he would be willing to work as a laborer on a construction site as long as he could come to the county town.

Sure enough, Huang Yanqiu saw that he was just sitting at home eating and sleeping, and when she heard that Gao Qingmiao wanted to paint the house, she immediately forced him to come over and work as a free laborer.

Painting is a skilled craft; it's a classic case of teaching an apprentice while the master starves.

If it weren't for the fact that we're related, the experienced master craftsman would never be willing to train a newcomer.

Huang Yanqiu and Gao Qinghe went out together and learned a lot about how people get along.

She bought two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and asked Zheng Laowu to deliver them to her master while he was having lunch.

For the sake of the cigarettes, the foreman let Zheng Laowu start working that afternoon. Painting was much easier than carrying bricks and hammering steel bars on a construction site, and Zheng Laowu found it quite interesting, looking rather serious.

Gao Qingmiao returned from inspecting the new house in the evening. While preparing dinner, she said to her sister:
"I think Huang Yanqiu's life is getting better and better, and Zheng Laowu looks quite decent now."

Gao Qinghe smiled; she felt relieved that Huang Yanqiu was doing well.

"Sis, are you coming home tomorrow?"

Gao Qinghe opened her suitcase, packed the clothes she had taken out of the closet inside, and nodded.

"Yes, Mom is urging me. If I don't go back soon, she'll come and take me away herself."

Gao Qingmiao agreed, "The wedding is just around the corner, and you're not worried at all. If I were your mother, I would be anxious."

If we calculate the time, the groom will welcome the bride on the 29th, then the bride will have to leave home on the 28th.

There are only three days left until my sister's wedding!
Gao Qingmiao immediately tensed up.

Tomorrow morning, call Zheng Laowu and let's move the staff quarters' belongings to the new house.

Then in the afternoon, I cancelled the lease on this apartment and discussed with the painter how to renovate the clothing store on the first floor.

The day after tomorrow morning, I took a ride back to the village.

“Okay, there’s still time,” Gao Qingmiao muttered to herself.

Gao Qinghe doesn't have many clothes, but she has over 200,000 yuan in cash, which she needs to keep safe and take back with her.

After zipping up her suitcase, Gao Qinghe stood up, rubbing her aching back from squatting, and looked around.

These past six months have gone by so fast.

It feels like spring was just yesterday, but I never imagined that autumn would be almost here already.

"Phew~" Gao Qinghe let out a deep breath, feeling completely relaxed.

The days of lying flat are finally about to begin.

Gao Qingmiao didn't dare cook too many dishes because she was moving tomorrow and was afraid that the leftovers would be difficult to handle.

For dinner, the siblings had tomato and egg noodles, along with some cold dishes they bought directly from the store.

It's hot, and even eating noodles makes me sweat.

Gao Qinghe carried a bucket containing soap, shampoo, and towels as she walked towards the bathhouse.

There's no privacy in public bathhouses, so Gao Qinghe just rinsed off the sweat and came out with her hair wrapped up.

Jiang Baohai is renovating the old house; I wonder if he remembers to build her a bathroom.

But if I don't remember, it seems too late to call and tell them now.

Lying on the large bed covered with a straw mat at night, Gao Qinghe, who hadn't really felt anything about getting married before, suddenly felt a little nervous.

In his past life, Jiang Baohai complained about his relatives his whole life.

None of those uncles, aunts, cousins, or other relatives were easy to deal with.

Fortunately, the couple lived in the city after getting married, and she had almost no contact with those relatives.

Every time, Jiang Baohai would receive the call and rush back alone, so she didn't have to worry about him.

But now
Forget it, in her past life Jiang Baohai didn't cause her any trouble, she shouldered everything alone.

In this lifetime, she will kindly help him share a little bit of the burden.

Just a little bit, only a little bit, no more!
The system saw that she seemed to think, "I'm very weak and can't handle too much."

Unable to resist complaining: [Host, stop pretending! You're no pushover, this incorrigible, wicked woman is no pushover!]

Gao Qinghe raised an eyebrow, feeling proud rather than ashamed.

He affirmed, "You're right."

The system was confused.

Did it praise her? Was it a compliment?
Does this person not understand human speech?
Gao Qinghe asked suspiciously, "Are you not human?"

The system replied honestly, "Of course I'm not human."

Gao Qinghe: "Then I definitely can't understand what you're saying."

The system paused, realizing that it made perfect sense, but something still felt off.

So, was she cursing it?

It got criticized again?
that is!

(End of this chapter)