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

Chapter 170 Talk Between Husband and Wife
Gao Qinghe turned off the light, and Jiang Baohai immediately came close and hugged her tightly.

To be honest, she couldn't remember the last time she had been so intimately close to someone for more than half a year.

For Jiang Baohai, the time was even longer, so long that he initially thought the woman in his arms would completely leave his life.

This unexpected reunion, which he had lost and then regained, made him incredibly grateful. He was glad that from the very first moment he saw her, he had secretly made up his mind that no matter how bitter or sweet the relationship was, he would force himself to have her.

As for the swollen face from my own slap, so be it. A real man should be able to bend and stretch.

Gao Qinghe felt the arm around her waist tighten again, and she struggled uncomfortably to pull away a little.

"It's hot," she muttered in dissatisfaction.

In the sweltering summer, there's no air conditioning or fan in the room. With the door closed, the only ventilation is through a single window, which is already stuffy enough.

Jiang Baohai pressed himself against her like a furnace, causing her to break out in a thin layer of sweat.

Not long after taking a shower, Gao Qinghe felt sticky again, which made her unhappy, and she no longer had any romantic thoughts.

Jiang Baohai secretly lamented his misfortune and had no choice but to comply with her and step back a little.

It was just a little bit; his burning chest was a fist's distance away, and his arm was still on her body.

A moment later, it crawled under the hem of its clothes.

Gao Qinghe knew what this person wanted to do without even thinking; for Jiang Baohai, those actions were as natural as eating and drinking.

In short, as long as the two of them are hugging, their big hands will not stay still.

Gao Qinghe snorted in dissatisfaction, her hand immediately stopping, as if she were doing something sneaky.

Gao Qinghe gave him a light elbow tap, her tone becoming serious as she asked in a low voice:
"How could you possibly tolerate your four uncles until they died in your past life?"

Jiang Baohai's breath hitched; he really ruined the atmosphere.

He took a deep breath; he really hadn't thought about that question.

After carefully recalling the events of his past life, Jiang Baohai roughly found the reason.

“I’m not home much. A few old folks live nearby. No matter what they scheme and plot against in private, to outsiders, they’re a good shield against petty theft.”

But that's not the point.

“I used to think it was better not to break off relations if possible. If we didn’t break off relations and maintained a superficial relationship, they wouldn’t be able to openly scheme against us.”

“But if things fall apart, and I’m not home while Xiaoyu is at school, my mom will be all alone, and those aunties will have already eaten her bones.”

Thinking of his mother's personality, Jiang Baohai sighed, "She's the kind of person who gets sold out and still pays the price for it. She's so muddle-headed and can't tell who's an insider or an outsider. My aunt is the most insidious. Under the guise of doing what's best for my mother, she's tricked her countless times, and she always thinks that people are genuinely doing it for her good."

"It seems that she can't live without these relatives and sisters-in-law."

Speaking of this, I can't help but think of the time in my past life when Jiang's mother committed suicide by drinking medicine.

Gao Qinghe only knew that the two were related from Jiang Baohai's reaction when he learned that Jiang Yu had been bullied.

But Jiang Baohai hadn't told her the specifics of the matter yet.

Thinking of this, Gao Qinghe turned around, and the two faced each other. She rested one hand under her face and asked in confusion:

What exactly happened to your mother?

It's been two lifetimes, so Jiang Baohai has nothing to hide.

He then told Gao Qinghe about how, in his previous life, Jiang's mother had said something provocative during an argument with Jiang Yu, which led to Jiang's mother committing suicide by drinking poison.

"Ah?" Gao Qinghe was shocked. She never expected that Jiang's mother would die from such a cause.

She thought it was some kind of incurable disease.

Looking at it this way, it's no wonder Jiang Yu never came back. She probably hated her brother for saying things he shouldn't have, and felt guilty and remorseful for causing the tragedy because of her argument with her mother.

Rather than seeing familiar surroundings and people and remembering this incident, it's better to leave completely and forget the past.

Gao Qinghe speculated that Jiang's mother's state might be related to her childhood family education environment.

It could also be a stress response left over from a sudden major accident.

People with strong character are generally able to self-regulate and encourage themselves to look forward.

But judging from her first meeting with Jiang's mother today, Gao Qinghe felt that her adoptive mother-in-law was a typical example of the previous generation.

Like Mrs. Zhong, compared to people like Old Lady Tian, ​​she seems to lack self-awareness and can only be swept along by the tide of the times.

They seem to understand the principles, but in reality, they still implicitly follow the old ways of society.

Because they are not strong.

Gao Qinghe never felt there was anything wrong with not being strong. People are always different; both men and women have strengths and weaknesses, and everyone is the same.

However, decades later, there seems to be new progress. At least, we no longer blindly pursue the idea that if you are stronger, I will be stronger. Instead, we have learned to go with the flow, gradually achieve self-consistency, and cooperate and coexist.

Zhong and Jiang's mother were confined by the social environment of the previous generation.

But it also provides a way of survival for "vulnerable groups" like them that is "effortless and allows them to be lazy".

They can survive by simply getting married, having children, being a good wife, educating their children well, and burning themselves out to light up their families.

When they get old and their children and grandchildren grow up, if they are well-educated, they can enjoy the benefits of their descendants until they live out their remaining years in peace.

Clearly, since Jiang's father's unexpected death, Jiang's mother's path to survival has been forced to a halt.

So, based on what she had learned or seen before, she transferred her dependence on her husband to the Jiang family relatives, hoping that they could protect her and her two children.

This situation should have ended after Jiang Baohai came of age.

Gao Qinghe asked suspiciously, "Do your aunts usually instill in your mother the idea that sons forget their mothers after marrying wives, and that daughters will eventually marry into other families?"

Jiang Baohai shook his head, "I'm not usually home, and I get back late at night."

Looking at his fragrant wife, Jiang Baohai's suppressed thoughts resurfaced.

If Gao Qinghe is catnip, then Jiang Baohai is the cat that can't resist the temptation and always wants to get closer to her.

With a swift movement of his long arm, he forcefully pulled the person into his embrace.

"With you at home now, I'm not afraid of things falling out. If they make you uncomfortable, you can yell at them or hit them if you want. Your husband will handle anything that happens. But don't break the law."

He even had the nerve to remind her.

"Who put me in jail in my past life?"

Whenever she brought this up, he would get angry and give her a light bite on her soft, red cheek, which made Gao Qinghe cry out.

Jiang Baohai was so frightened that he quickly covered her mouth.

"Don't shout!" he warned, panting.

His mother lived next door, and the old house wasn't very soundproof.

Gao Qinghe pinched him defiantly, and Jiang Baohai gasped, his eyes turning dangerous.

It says you can't do strenuous exercise, but it doesn't say you can't do non-strenuous exercise.

(End of this chapter)