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

Chapter 164 Are There No Rules Anymore?
After the tea ceremony was completed, the bride was escorted to her room.

The chef who was hired to cook called out "Breakfast is served!" and everyone who had gathered in the room to watch the bride ran out.

Only the Gao Qinghe sisters remained in the spacious room.

With no outsiders around, Gao Qingya had a lot to say and couldn't hold it in any longer.

Standing by the door, ready to be alert at all times, his polite smile instantly vanished, and he said into the room:
"What's wrong with my brother-in-law's family? They're not acting like guests, nor like hosts. Whose house is this anyway?!"

The dowry items, including quilts, chests, a full-length mirror, and a wardrobe, were all moved into Jiang Baohai's bedroom.

Jiang Baohai renovated the house, especially the master bedroom.

The walls were covered with pale yellow wallpaper with small floral patterns, and the bed and bedside table were a matching set of white European-style double beds.

The empty space where the wardrobe used to be was perfectly filled with the large white wardrobe that the Gao family had sent.

Beside the window with its pink velvet curtains, there was a brand-new white dressing table.

The furniture inside is all in sets, the floor is covered with geometric colored tiles, the ceiling is hung with cognac-colored wood, and the lighting includes ceiling lights, wall lights, and table lamps, making the whole room bright and clean.

Moreover, this style of decoration was considered luxurious in the 1990s.

Gao Qinghe could tell that Jiang Baohai had done his best to decorate the house to her liking in the shortest amount of time.

The brand-new bedroom showed no signs of life and looked like a showroom.

However, once Gao Qinghe's things were brought in, the feeling was completely different.

Gao Qinghe couldn't find a safe or anything like that, so she opened the wardrobe, put her suitcase inside, locked it, and hid the key in the crack of the bed.

There are only her and her younger sister in the room now, so no third person knows where the key is, and it's relatively safe.

Having finished the most important task, Gao Qinghe clapped her hands and smiled slightly at her resentful younger sister.
"From now on, this is my home."

My house is mine to call the shots!
Gao Qingya's ears twitched, and she warned, "Someone's coming."

"it's me."

Jiang Baohai walked in carrying two bowls of breakfast and said to Gao Qinghe:
"You haven't eaten anything this morning, so have something to eat first to fill your stomach. I'll go get some snacks. Eat if you're hungry. The main meal doesn't start until 3 p.m.

Jiang Baohai gave Gao Qingya a wink, signaling her to come and get the food herself.

He turned around and personally handed the bowl to his wife, gave her a reassuring smile, and then went to get a plate of melon seeds, peanuts, fruit candy, fruit biscuits, and placed it on the dressing table.

There is also a thermos.

“There was supposed to be a dresser, but the furniture store won’t deliver it for a few days. I’ll put the cup on the dressing table for now.”

"Ya Ya, remember to get your sister some water if she's thirsty."

Gao Qingya looked up from her rice bowl and nodded twice. "Brother-in-law, don't worry, I promise I won't let your wife go thirsty or hungry."

Jiang Baohai gave her a grateful smile, opened the kettle, poured a cup of water and let it cool down so that Gao Qinghe could drink it after she finished eating.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Gao Qinghe asked.

Although she was disgusted by the actions of the four aunts of the Jiang family in the morning, the food was really delicious, and Gao Qinghe had a great appetite.

Jiang Baohai shook his head. He would go eat later. It was a rare opportunity to be alone for a while.

Thinking about what had just happened, he glanced at Gao Qinghe twice and asked, "You're not angry, are you?"

Gao Qinghe gave a light snort, and seeing that he immediately became nervous, she smiled again.

"Why are you angry? This little thing isn't worth getting angry about."

Besides, she had seen even more disgusting things about the Jiang family relatives in her past life, so their current underhanded schemes were nothing compared to what she had seen before.

However, she had suffered at their hands in her past life, and she didn't intend to continue to do so in this life.

Some disgusting people should be nipped in the bud!

Gao Qinghe gave Jiang Baohai a provocative smile and said in a low voice:

"For the sake of this job, as long as you don't go easy on me, I'll take care of these clowns for you."

Soft-hearted? What reason does he have to be soft-hearted? He only feels sorry for her suffering.

He shook his head, wanting to say that he could handle it, but Gao Qinghe choked him back with a single glance.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, my wife," Jiang Baohai said with a smile.

Gao Qinghe shook her head and bumped his shoulder with her own, giving him a look that said, "I'll protect you."

Jiang Baohai felt a surge of warmth in his heart. How could his wife be so adorable? Absolutely adorable!
If Gao Qingya weren't there, I really wanted to give her a big kiss.

Gao Qinghe finished the entire bowl of rice, her stomach visibly bulging, she was stuffed.

I feel sleepy after eating, and I didn't sleep well last night anyway.

Gao Qinghe yawned and said, "Can you lock my door too? I want to take a nap."

Just now in the car, she told him about the wedding of the Zhou family next door as if it were gossip.

When Jiang Baohai heard her tell him to lock the door, his eyes darkened.

Did you think he was Zhou Zhenghua?
He would never do such a thing!

Besides, what if she locks the door and has to go to the toilet?
Jiang Baohai refused to lock the door, but when he left, he closed the door behind him and called Jiang Yu over to guard the door.

Gao Qinghe was able to get a peaceful night's sleep.

During this time, Jiang's mother came by once. I don't know what she wanted to do, but she talked with Jiang Yu outside the door for a while before leaving.

In a daze, Gao Qinghe heard someone saying that she was lazy and had no manners.

She ignored it and slept until the banquet started.

All the guests had arrived, and some people outside started urging the bride to go out and toast the guests.

Jiang Yu knocked on the door to remind her.

Gao Qingya rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, pulling her lazy older sister up.

The two sisters tidied their clothes a little and left the room.

Jiang Yu led the person into the courtyard.

Jiang Baohai's old house was expanded outwards, making it particularly spacious; usually, five or six cars can be parked in the yard.

It's a sunny day, the weather is great, so fifty tables were set up inside and outside the courtyard!
When the Gao sisters came out, they were astonished to see the banquet spread out like a continuous stream at the intersection.

No wonder it was so noisy outside when I was trying to sleep, like there was a concert going on.

Oh, it really is a concert.

Jiang Baohai not only invited opera singers, but also invited Old Ding, the projectionist from Zhao Village, to come over.

After we finish eating, we're going to show a movie in the yard.

This attracted everyone from the entire village; fifty tables weren't enough to seat them all.

It's quite an eye-catching bag.

Gao Qinghe pinpointed Jiang Baohai, who was greeting guests at the table, and questioned him with her eyes: Is this what you call a simple and easy meal?
Jiang Baohai handed her a wine glass, leaned close to her ear, and whispered ingratiatingly, "Just this once."

"They look rather pitiful," Gao Qinghe smiled at the guests at this table, and the couple took turns toasting each other.

After all fifty tables had been rotated, there was still a separate table in the main hall where Jiang's mother, Jiang Baohai's four uncles, and three elders of the Jiang family were seated.

Two seats at the large round table for ten people were left empty, reserved specifically for the bride and groom.

Gao Qinghe was exhausted. She went to the table and exchanged a glance with Jiang Baohai. They raised their glasses in unison to toast the elders and then sat down to eat.

Uncle Jiang suddenly slammed his fist on the table and shouted sternly, "Is there no manners left?!"

The sixty-year-old man's voice was as loud as a bell, startling the guests at the nearest tables in the courtyard.

Gao Qingya and Jiang Yu were sitting together when they heard the sound and suddenly stood up.

(End of this chapter)