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

Chapter 160 Freeze Frame
Before they knew it, it was Gao Qinghe's wedding day.

The courtyard started to get lively at seven o'clock in the morning.

Gao Qinghe slept very well at night, waking up naturally when she heard noises outside.

The morning sun shone directly into the window, casting a pale golden light into the room.

Her hair, which she had just washed last night, was smooth and fluffy. Gao Qinghe picked up the ends of her hair and smelled it; it had a faint floral scent that was soothing and calming.

"Sister." Gao Qingya lay on the bamboo mat, resting her chin on her hand, looking at her sister with satisfaction.

The young girl felt incredibly proud of her older sister's beauty and her younger sister's glory.

Gao Qinghe smiled at her dazed younger sister, "Get up, wash your face and put on makeup."

"Makeup?" This was something new to Gao Qingya, who sat up excitedly. "Can I wear makeup too?"

She only had one color-changing lip balm that her sister gave her; it was a very light pink.

But right now, the prevailing aesthetic is bright red lips, so I've been eyeing the lipsticks in my sister's bag for a long time.

Gao Qinghe got out of bed and quickly put on the white floral pajamas she had prepared the night before. They had buttons, making them easy to put on and take off, and they wouldn't get her makeup on when she changed into her cheongsam.

Seeing the little sister's expectant look, he nodded and said, "Today is a special day, so you can draw just a little bit."

Gao Qingya immediately jumped out of bed, "I'm going to wash my face!"

My two closest aunts-in-law have already arrived in the courtyard. Today, everyone will work together to prepare a banquet for a hundred people, and we need to start preparing now.

Grandma Tian was in charge of the kitchen, while Huang Ying and her husband were responsible for greeting the guests.

Most of the guests won't arrive until noon, so it's still relatively quiet right now.

Gao Qingmiao also returned yesterday. When the father and son saw that the sisters' bedroom door was open, they immediately went to the window and looked inside.

In the days leading up to the wedding, Gao Chongyi didn't feel much; he just felt there was a lot to do and hoped the wedding would proceed smoothly.

But when that day actually came, the old father couldn't sleep all night.

As soon as Gao Chongyi closed his eyes, images of his wife from her pregnancy to the present flashed through his mind.

"Miaomiao, how come someone who is so tiny suddenly grows so big?" Gao Chongyi exclaimed.

Before his son could answer, he continued, "The year your mother got pregnant with your sister, the village had just recovered from the famine, and the crops in the fields hadn't grown yet. Your mother was eating wild vegetable dumplings while vomiting. She finally managed to get meat coupons to cook meat for her, but she vomited immediately after eating it. She was already five months pregnant, and she was so thin that you could barely see her belly."

“I was so scared, I thought your eldest sister was going to die, so I quickly urged your two uncles to take me into the mountains to secretly find some mountain products, sell them and exchange the money for tickets to buy malted milk powder for your mother. And guess what? After drinking the malted milk powder, your mother actually stopped vomiting.”

"Back then, your grandma said that this child was someone who knew how to enjoy life and only knew how to pick up the good things. He couldn't endure any hardship from the moment he was born."

As Gao Chongyi finished speaking, he saw his daughter dressing in front of the mirror in the room, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

Gao Qingmiao sniffed hard and grabbed her father's sleeve, reminding him:
"Dad, don't be so emotional, I'm about to cry."

Grandma and Mom had given us instructions early in the morning: no one was allowed to talk about sadness on this joyous day; we had to finish the wedding with laughter.

Gao Qingmiao had just thought that this instruction was completely unnecessary.

Now he understands, it's all about guarding against his dad's sudden emotional outbursts.

Gao Chongyi took a deep breath and nodded heavily. "I'm not being sentimental anymore. Your sister looks really beautiful today, and my daughter is so outstanding."

Gao Qingmiao asked, "Isn't your son outstanding?"

Gao Chongyi turned around and looked at his disheveled son in front of him with great seriousness, his tone sinister: "I've disliked your blond hair for a long time."

Gao Qingmiao felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly raised her hand to cover her long, curly blond hair, which she had worked so hard to grow, shook her head and pursed her lips, indicating that she would never ask such presumptuous questions again.

Seeing that his attitude was acceptable, Gao Chongyi temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​taking the scissors.

in the room.

Gao Qinghe first gave her younger sister a simple light makeup look and styled her hair into a cute and cool bun. Then she sat down in front of the mirror in the wardrobe to do her own makeup.

She really liked this kind of slow-paced wedding, with plenty of time to leisurely style her hair, draw her eyebrows, and apply lipstick.

Her hairstyle was a low bun with a middle part, paired with a red beaded hair accessory.

She wore a bright red long cheongsam and paired it with a pair of red flat leather shoes with a single buckle.

The earrings and necklace are a set of white pearls, but they're fake; I got them from Gao Qingmiao's stall.

But the combination is absolutely perfect.

As soon as her makeup and styling were finished, Gao Qingmiao walked in carrying a rented Red Plum brand film camera.

The young man waved and called out, "Sister, look here!"

Hearing the sound, Gao Qinghe turned her head and looked towards the door. Upon seeing the camera, she subconsciously flashed her signature eight-tooth smile.

With a "click," the light flashed, freezing the moment in time.

Gao Qingya rushed up behind her sister with delight, "Brother, take a picture of me and my sister."

Gao Qingmiao gave an OK sign, gestured for a while, finally determined the angle, and pressed the shutter button.

Soon, people spotted the three siblings taking pictures and came to watch out of curiosity.

Gao Qingmiao took the opportunity to have her cousin hold the camera so that she, her brother, and her sister could take a group photo.

Someone called out, "Miaomiao, call your parents and grandma to come along, let's take a family photo!"

"That's a good idea," Gao Qinghe patted her younger sister.

Gao Qingya immediately ran out and dragged her grandmother and parents, who were busy at work, inside. The family of six stood in front of Gao Qinghe's dowry wardrobe, with a large red "囍" character as the background, and took a family photo.

This is the second family photo in our family.

The first photo was taken when Gao Qingya was one year old, at a photo studio in town with her whole family. It was a black and white photo.

Fourteen years have passed, and we have now entered the era of color photography.

Firecrackers started going off outside; relatives had arrived.

Gao Chongyi and his wife quickly ran out to greet them, and the villagers who had gathered around also followed to watch the excitement.

The Gao family courtyard is small; it can only accommodate five tables.

So they set up five more tables in the courtyard outside the gate.

The food will be served in two batches. Those who are in a hurry to go back will eat first, and those who live nearby will eat later.

At 11 a.m., the bus arrived from the county town, bringing a full busload of guests.

Lu Gaoming was among them; she brought her youngest son with her.

He was a boy of sixteen or seventeen, with fair skin and a refined demeanor.

Boys this age haven't fully grown in height yet, and with their fair skin, Gao Qingya would whisper to her sister as soon as she saw him, "He looks more like a girl than I do."

Gao Qinghe glared at her younger sister speechlessly. "Be polite!"
Gao Qingya shrank her neck and grinned, giving Lu Gaoming's youngest son a big smile.

I don't know what tickled his funny bone, but the boy turned his face away and chuckled for a long time.

Lu Gaoming slapped him into submission.

Gao Qinghe gave Gao Qingya, the brat who wanted to laugh, a warning pinch, and disciplined her. Then, with a helpless smile, she led Lu Gaoming into the house to sit down.

(End of this chapter)