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

Jiang Baohai and Gao Qinghe ate breakfast together.

Jiang's mother brought the heated food to the table and then went back to the sofa in the corner to frolic like a quail.

Jiang Yu even sat down beside his sister-in-law and chatted with her.

Jiang Baohai frowned slightly, wondering if Gao Qinghe could tell he didn't know.

But he knew that his mother was once again putting herself in the shoes of the most miserable mother-in-law in the world, the kind who was bullied by her new daughter-in-law and dared not speak out loud.

She used to do the same thing when he was little.

That figure, always hidden in the shadows, always silently brings an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Only when he compromises and does exactly as she says without any further objection will she emerge from the shadows and praise him as a good boy.

However, after turning eighteen, Jiang Baohai began to rebel against this silent oppression.

Jiang Yu's rebelliousness was clearly more severe than his.

She pretended not to see it and ignored it.

School starts tomorrow. Jiang Yu is a boarding student and only comes home one day a week.

Jiang Baohai began to worry about how Gao Qinghe would deal with her mother's silence when he wasn't home.

Of course, Jiang Baohai was certain of one thing: the two would never fight.

Does that mean we don't need to worry if a fight doesn't break out?
Gao Qinghe would never skimp on her food, so she ate a delicious and satisfying breakfast.

This contrasts sharply with Jiang Baohai's deep concern.

However, in order not to spoil his wife's appetite, Jiang Baohai kept a normal expression, and it was impossible to tell from the surface that he had thought about so many things in the time it took to eat a meal.

Jiang Yu felt that the atmosphere at home was really nice this morning, and even watching her sister-in-law eat was a pleasant thing to watch.

Gao Qingya pursed her lips, looking rather unhappy.

She was very perceptive and noticed Jiang Yu's unconscious closeness to her sister, which set off alarm bells in her mind!

As if asserting her dominance, she followed closely behind her sister, never leaving her side, and glared angrily at Jiang Yu, who tried to get close, warning her to stay away.

Jiang Yu originally wanted to help prepare the gifts her brother and sister-in-law would take home, but noticing Gao Qingya's wariness, she silently withdrew.

Gao Qinghe shook her head helplessly at her younger sister, "You're such a stingy person."

Gao Qingya felt proud rather than ashamed, and hugged her sister's slender waist from behind.

"I'm such a stingy person, my sister can only belong to me!"

After saying that, he turned back and gave Jiang Yu, who was standing by the door, a heavy "humph".

Gao Qinghe rolled her eyes and flung off the pendant from her waist. "You get out of here too."

Jiang Baohai's storage room was piled high with things, and there were also two large rice bins, so there was hardly enough room for a few people to stand.

Jiang Baohai had already bought the gifts to bring back to his parents' home and left them here long ago.

There was a huge pile of food, and Gao Qinghe felt she couldn't carry it all, so she left some behind.

Jiang Baohai figured his in-laws weren't the type to hold grudges, so he decided to listen to his wife, but still prepared twelve bundles.

The trunk of the car wasn't large, but it filled up perfectly.

"Mom, we're leaving."

Before leaving, Jiang Baohai said something to his mother in the hall.

Jiang's mother remained silent, perhaps still waiting for her new daughter-in-law to bow her head first?
Gao Qinghe didn't care about these details, but Jiang Yu secretly became anxious and cautiously glanced at her sister-in-law.

Unexpectedly, she acted as if her mother didn't exist, opened the passenger door, and gracefully got in.

There are few people who can affect Gao Qinghe's emotions, besides her family, only her husband Jiang Baohai. And her mother-in-law, who came along with the marriage?
If Qi Lianxin could slam her hand on the table at Gao Qinghe even once, I might think more highly of her!
Watching the red sedan drive out of the yard, getting farther and farther away, until it finally became a dot and completely disappeared from sight.

Jiang's mother, sitting in the corner, looked completely bewildered.

When Jiang Yu returned after closing the large iron gate at the main entrance, she heard sobbing coming from a corner.

Did Qi Lianxin cry?
Her mom cried?!
When Jiang Yu got closer and confirmed that the sobbing was coming from her mother, she was completely baffled.

She even let out a cryptic "ha" laugh.

Provoked by the laughter, Jiang's mother suddenly raised her head and said, "You've all grown up, your wings have hardened, and you think I'm too old and useless, don't you?"

Jiang Yu admired Gao Qingya's spirit. If Gao Qingya were here, she would definitely say: "Yes, you are old and useless!"

But the Jiang Yu of today is not the woman who went abroad alone and never returned to China.

Seeing her mother's tears, and facing her seemingly unreasonable but actually extremely insecure questioning.

Jiang Yu sighed deeply, raised her hand, and wiped away her tears.

"Mom, can you stop overthinking things? We didn't mean anything by it. You're just making things up by yourself."

Jiang's mother asked hesitantly, "Really? Then why doesn't she talk to me?"

The "she" here refers to the newlywed daughter-in-law, Gao Qinghe.

Jiang Yu looked at her mother helplessly, "Your sister-in-law called you as soon as she left the house, but you didn't respond. Later at dinner, you didn't talk to her either. Why should she talk to you first?"

"I heated up her food, and I can't even hear her say thank you, Mom? What more do I, as her mother-in-law, need to satisfy her?" Jiang's mother said, feeling both aggrieved and angry.

Then he realized that his son had clearly noticed his emotions, but was only concerned about his delicate wife, which made him even angrier.

But with her personality, even when she's angry, she just keeps it to herself and never dares to vent it on anyone.

So she endured it all, and as soon as the person left, she started crying.

Even with her mother in such a state, Jiang Yu was thinking, "If I weren't home, would my mother still be crying?"

Without an audience, there's no point in crying, right?
Or will she just keep crying and crying until someone sees her?
“Don’t cry. My brother and sister-in-law will be back tonight. I see there aren’t any fresh vegetables at home. Let’s go to the field and pick some. My brother said my sister-in-law loves organic vegetables, the kind that’s fertilized with farmyard manure.”

Gao Qinghe has returned to Shanghe Village and started having lunch with her whole family.

They knew nothing about what had happened in Zhao Village.

These past two days have been busy with the wedding, and the whole family hasn't had a proper meal together.

Today's meal at my parents' home after their wedding was a small consolation for the disappointment.

Both my maternal uncles' families were present. One table was set up in the main room, and another in the courtyard.

Gao Qinghe sat at a table with the child.

The newly returned bride received the warmest welcome from her cousins.

Mao Mao gave her her treasured origami squares, and Yao Mei Hua Hua stuffed all the fruit candies she had been reluctant to eat into her hand, her rosy cheeks beaming with two sweet dimples.

My cousin and her husband from my maternal uncle's family also came, bringing the good news that my cousin Lanhua was pregnant.

My cousin from my maternal uncle's side patted his chest and said that he guaranteed that he would do a perfect job of building a new house for my aunt and uncle.

My second uncle's cousin walked up to Gao Qinghe with a wine glass in his hand, innocently imitating an adult, and offered his older sister a toast, wishing her a son soon.

Jiang Baohai excitedly stood up and tried to give his sensible cousin a big red envelope.

The elders quickly persuaded them, and after some polite shoving, the red envelope was successfully given out, and the courtyard was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Gao Qinghe sighed, "It's still best to be at home!"
Jiang Baohai glanced at his wife, who was sitting comfortably in the child's seat, and guiltily touched his nose. (End of Chapter)