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

Jiang's mother stared in disbelief as Gao Qinghe closed the courtyard gate and led her son back as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Gao Qinghe patted her mother-in-law on the shoulder and offered words of concern and advice:
"Mom, if you feel unwell, just tell me, and I'll have your third aunt and uncle take you to the clinic for a full checkup."

Jiang's mother looked at her son helplessly, "I...I'm fine."

“No, you’re in trouble. You can’t handle being scared,” Gao Qinghe said with a smile.

That's not entirely untrue. Jiang's mother was indeed timid; she could be startled awake by the slightest noise in the yard at night, thinking a thief had broken in.

Gao Qinghe asked curiously, "There's no smoke without fire. No one would say Uncle San's feet smell for no reason. Mom, does Uncle San really not wash his feet since he was little?"

Jiang's mother blushed, "How would I know?"

Gao Qinghe thought she was going to get angry, but instead she just blushed.

Feeling bored, I shrugged, went into my room to find my pajamas, and went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash my hair.

Showering is so refreshing!
She no longer has to squat for more than half an hour to wash her black hair.

I also have a hairdryer. I just pick it up and blow-dry it until it's half-dry, then walk around the yard with my hair down, enjoying the cool night breeze. It feels so good.

To be honest, Gao Qinghe didn't like the Jiang family members, but she quite liked the Jiang family's courtyard.

The courtyard is situated on high ground, offering a great view.

After crossing the road in front of the house, there is a rice paddy ahead.

Further away are mountains, rising and falling in a staggered pattern, offering a wide and refreshing view.

I'll get a yoga mat sometime and do morning exercises under the osmanthus tree behind the gate. I'll do some aerobics and yoga; it should be very enjoyable.

This evening, Fang Xiaoyu delivered the Simmons mattress and the safe. Several people carried them into the house together and put them in the wardrobe as Gao Qinghe had requested.

The clothes she brought were all sorted out and arranged according to different seasons and lengths. When the door was opened, it was a pleasing sight to behold.

A pink lace mosquito net was hung up, and a small standing fan was placed by the bedside, oscillating and blowing, instantly dispelling the stuffiness.

All that's left is to get the washing machine delivered.

Oh right, I haven't washed the dirty clothes I just took off yet. I'll leave them for now and wash them when the washing machine arrives.

Finally, after tidying up the room to her liking and changing into comfortable blankets and pillowcases, Gao Qinghe felt incredibly happy and satisfied.

The lights in the yard were turned off, and the door to the next room was gently closed.

Jiang Baohai pushed open the door and entered, still steaming from his recent shower.

The couple stood at opposite ends of the bed, one at the foot and the other at the head. With just a glance between them, they knew a fierce battle was about to take place that night.

I only ate half a meal the day before yesterday, and yesterday I was so tired from all the back and forth to my parents' home that I fell asleep as soon as I lay down.

Today was different. I slept in this morning, went out to buy some things, and came back.

Jiang Baohai climbed onto the bed and said, "I'm really better now. You can try it if you don't believe me."

Gao Qinghe was somewhat tempted, but she still insisted on checking the condition of his wound and confirming it again.

Jiang Baohai generously lifted his shirt to let his wife look around freely.

He said reluctantly, "I'm going to the mine starting tomorrow. I've been lying down for a month, and I can't stay in bed any longer."

The implication is that if we don't hurry tonight, we won't have such harmonious conditions again.

Work and social engagements make it difficult to time things accurately, especially for someone like him who is self-employed.

Besides, a wife isn't an accessory; you can't always wear her on your waistband and carry her around with you.

"I might have to go on a business trip in a few days. Fang Xiaoyu is really something. He can't do anything right, and I always have to do it myself."

He complained, then covered Gao Qinghe's hand with his chest, saying, "Wife, listen to my healthy heartbeat. I can handle some vigorous exercise."

Gao Qinghe frowned and asked, "Are you planning not to go home after tonight?"

How is that possible!

Jiang Baohai chuckled and said, "I'll try to come home every day. If I can't, I'll call you in advance, okay?"

The mine is not close to Zhao Village. Sometimes when he is in the county town, he finishes work late at night. He either asks Fang Xiaoyu to take him back to the mine to rest, or he just sleeps in a hotel.

Gao Qinghe: "It's been two lifetimes, and you're still so reckless with your social engagements?" Jiang Baohai kissed the corner of her mouth, "Of course I care about my life, but those people don't care about their lives, so there's nothing I can do."

Jiang Baohai felt frustrated. Even after being reborn, he still had to deal with those old foxes from his previous life. It was so annoying!
“Isn’t this about making money to support the family? Why don’t you support me instead, and we can both lie down together? Or I can give you the mine, and you can go and operate it.” Jiang Baohai looked at Gao Qinghe expectantly.

Gao Qinghe lightly slapped him across the face, "You wish!"

Jiang Baohai grabbed the hand and put it inside his clothes. "I'm serious. We just got another mining permit. When both mines start operating at the same time, the money will flow into your wallet like water."

Gao Qinghe laughed. Men's words are deceitful.

If she hadn't witnessed firsthand how difficult Jiang Baohai's path to wealth was in her past life, she almost would have believed it.

Thinking back to those events from her past life, Gao Qinghe solemnly reminded him:

"You'd better keep a low profile. You were lucky in your past life that you weren't targeted by ruthless bandits, but it's hard to say in this life."

She remembered that the boss of another coal mining company in Qing County was so rich that he attracted the attention of some criminals and was eventually brutally murdered.

During that time, the whole city was under martial law, and Jiang Baohai was still running around everywhere. She was so scared that she didn't dare to sleep at night.

"Should we hire another bodyguard?" Jiang Baohai also seriously discussed the matter.

Gao Qinghe thought he was going to treat her, so she nodded.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Baohai said he wanted to hire a bodyguard to stay at home to protect her.

Gao Qinghe: "."

Forget it, there's no point in arguing with this guy whose head is full of yellow nonsense.

I don't know how it started, but after our two hearts calmed down, the chickens at Uncle Jiang's house next door started clucking.

Gao Qinghe was so sleepy that she kept yawning.

Jiang Baohai was very satisfied. He was full and had a lot of energy. He fetched water to help her clean up and also cleaned himself up.

I casually washed all the clothes that Gao Qinghe had thrown into the bathroom basin the night before.

The couple turned off the light and lay down again. Gao Qinghe suddenly turned over and asked nervously:

Have you prepared family planning supplies?

Jiang Baohai was taken aback and asked for her opinion: "Buy it tomorrow?"

Gao Qinghe nodded, indicating that she needed to buy some as a backup.

Jiang Baohai felt a little uneasy. "You want to use it?"

Gao Qinghe was confused and almost didn't realize what he meant.

After a pause, she asked softly, "Then we won't use it for now?"

"Then let's give it a try?" Jiang Baohai's tone became excited.

The couple exchanged a glance in the darkness.

They nodded firmly, reaching a consensus.

Gao Qinghe hugged Jiang Baohai's waist and relaxed in his arms.

Jiang Baohai hugged her tightly, their hearts now closely intertwined.

If they had to pinpoint their biggest regret from their past life, it would be not being able to keep their child.

But this time, they had a strong feeling that he/she would come back.

Jiang Baohai: "Go to sleep."

"Ah."

Jiang Baohai: "Wait a minute, I've already spoken to someone at the driving school. You and Huang Yanqiu can report for duty anytime."

Gao Qinghe gritted her teeth, "Next time, if there's something, talk about it before bed, okay?"

Jiang Baohai: "OK, wife, good wife." (End of Chapter)