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

After finishing a bowl of cold noodles, Gao Qinghe was so full that she couldn't help but burp.

Huang Yanqiu frowned as she patted Zheng Xiaopeng's back, muttering under her breath:

"Just tell him to use a regular bowl, why bring such a huge bowl? What an idiot!"

Looking at Gao Qinghe again, even she felt like scolding her.

She clearly couldn't eat but still kept eating, and I had the nerve to lecture her about controlling her appetite.

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath, releasing most of the feeling of being stretched, and turned her head to see Huang Yanqiu's resentful eyes.

No, she hasn't even had a baby yet, so why does she smell like a mother?

“Huang Yanqiu, you’ve changed, you’ve really changed,” Gao Qinghe said seriously.

Huang Yanqiu touched her face nervously and asked, "What's wrong with me? Don't scare me."

Okay, it still has that same old dull and unrefined feel, unchanged.

Patting her bottom and standing up, Gao Qinghe waved her hand and said, "I'm leaving. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning to go to driving school together."

Huang Yanqiu looked at her figure, which was indeed graceful, but lacked strength, and said with disdain, "No need, I'll walk there myself sooner."

She has gained weight and her belly is protruding, making it difficult to take care of her.

After thinking about it, and worried that Gao Qinghe might be in danger on the road alone, he quickly said, "Never mind, I'll wait for you at the intersection."

At worst, she can take her along.

She'll learn to ride anything with four wheels, but how could she not learn to ride a two-wheeled bicycle?
Gao Qinghe smiled and blew her a kiss, "Bye-bye, see you tomorrow morning."

"Don't be late!"

Huang Yanqiu, still worried, loudly gave him instructions.

He followed her all the way to the fork in the road, watching her until she disappeared from sight, before turning back.

In broad daylight, there's no need to worry about danger on the road.

But for the first time, Huang Yanqiu felt that it would be great if her home had a telephone.

She would know exactly when Gao Qinghe arrived home.

"Sigh~" Huang Yanqiu sighed.

Having such a beautiful older cousin, who can understand her worries!

Jiang Baohai has something to say about this.

Although he knew his wife would be fine at home, the thought of just his mother and his wife being the only two women there made his heart clench.

Even before they got married, Gao Qinghe had been away from home for months at a time, and he had never been this anxious.

That night, after the first round of the homecoming banquet arranged by Yan Hong and her husband for President Jiang, President Jiang slipped away.

Jiang Baohai's mind was filled with thoughts of seeing his wife, kissing her, and hugging her! He also wanted to hear her rant and gossip.

Gao Qinghe and Jiang's mother finished dinner early.

One of them was still busy in the kitchen.

Because her delicate and beautiful daughter-in-law said:

"Mom, I'm going to driving school tomorrow. Could you prepare some food that won't spoil easily? I'm worried I'll be hungry at noon and won't have anywhere to eat."

The driving school was in a desolate area with no shops around, let alone restaurants.

Finally, she confidently reminded him: "I don't want frozen meat from the refrigerator. I can't eat it. It will make me vomit, and I'll have diarrhea. It will cost me a lot of money to see a doctor."

So, Jiang's mother silently withdrew her hand, which had already touched the frozen meat, and killed the half basin of small fish she had bought from town that afternoon, then fried them in oil to make dried small fish.

Another one is sitting at the door of his house chatting with the village aunties and sisters-in-law about this and that.

Gao Qinghe had only been married into the village for three days, but everyone in the village, young and old, knew that she had already won two battles in Zhao Village.

No, to be precise, including the battle with my four uncles on my wedding day, that makes three battles in total.

The couple, Uncle Jiang and his wife, who lived next door, heard Gao Qinghe laughing unrestrainedly outside.

There were also the flattering, ingratiating, and fawning words from the villagers.

I'd roll my eyes to the heavens.

Fourth Aunt Wang Lijuan, unable to contain her anger, pinched the man, saying, "Look at all these people in Zhao Village, they're all sycophants who seduce the powerful and bully the weak!"

Back when his family was still struggling, no one passing by had to be careful, for fear that Qi Lianxin would ask them to borrow rice.

Unexpectedly, the tables have turned, and now my doorstep is full of people.

"Aren't you afraid someone will break in and steal things?" Wang Lijuan said jealously. Uncle Jiang was pinched for no reason, and he gasped in pain.

He was notoriously afraid of his wife, and dared not speak out against her.

He could only drag his wife, who was climbing over the wall, back into the house.

Wang Lijuan swung her arm, almost slapping Uncle Jiang across the face.

"Go back inside, go back inside, go back inside! All you ever think about is going back inside! There's no TV in there anyway! All you want to do after coming back from the fields every day is do *that* thing. You're so old, aren't you ashamed?"

Uncle Jiang blushed. "I told you not to look, and you're unhappy. But if you do look, you get angry. I don't understand what you women are trying to do. I'll just go back to my room!"

Wang Lijuan chuckled, her slanted eyes having already seen through him. Her petty thoughts had been exposed, and she was furious with embarrassment.

Look how capable he is!

Uncle Jiang glanced anxiously at his granddaughter who was doing her homework inside the house.

Seeing the little girl engrossed in writing and oblivious to her grandmother's ramblings, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The couple only had one son, whose wife worked at a shoe factory in the county. They left their seven-year-old granddaughter at home to be cared for by the elderly couple.

They also have a four-year-old grandson who lives with his parents and is already in kindergarten.

Wang Lijuan is very sexist and has countless times felt fortunate that she had urged her to have children back then.

Otherwise, given the current birth policy, I wouldn't even get to see my grandson born.

However, his granddaughter is always by his side, and he raised her himself, so they have developed a strong bond.

Out of concern for her granddaughter, Wang Lijuan climbed down from the wall and stormed into the house.

Uncle Jiang's face fell again, and he glanced at the next room.

Xiao Hai's wife is really not easy to deal with!
Usually, after dinner, they could go to Xiao Hai's house to watch a big color TV for a while.

Well, that's how it is. The man just sat down by the door, and his granddaughter, as usual, wanted to go next door to watch TV, but was brought back by the older kids in the village.

Otherwise, why would I want to do my homework right now?

They're still eating, drinking, and watching TV in the neighboring yard.

Seeing her grandparents come in, the little girl looked up with a sad expression and asked, "Grandma, I've finished my homework. Can I go to Grandma Wu's house to watch TV for a while?"

Wang Lijuan was like a firecracker, easily ignited, and she roared, "Will you die if you don't watch TV for a day?!"

The little girl was so frightened that she immediately burst into tears.

I feel wronged, I feel wronged.

She doesn't watch TV every day. Her grandparents told her that if she wanted to watch TV, she could go to her fifth grandmother's house.

Even a seven-year-old child can understand things a little and can vaguely sense the awkward atmosphere between adults.

Because a beautiful auntie came to live next door, but my grandparents always spoke ill of her.

The little girl felt even sadder at the thought that she might not be able to go to her fifth grandmother's house to watch TV anymore.

Amidst this loud crying, Jiang Baohai returned home.

The gossip session with Gao Qinghe had just ended when the couple arrived at the perfect time.

Without the noise of outsiders, the crying from next door became even more distinct.

Jiang Baohai got out of the car and saw his wife waiting by the car. He couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

"It's not even nine o'clock yet, it's still quite early."

Gao Qinghe brushed off the plastic sequins that had somehow gotten stuck to his collar and said with a smile.

Jiang Baohai lowered his head and pecked her, seemingly addicted and wanting to go deeper. But when he saw his mother peeking out, he immediately became serious, turned around, and took the plastic bag from the back seat.

"Mom, I'm back."

Jiang's mother asked with delight and concern, "Have you eaten? Mom will cook you a bowl of vermicelli."

Jiang Baohai shook his head, indicating that he didn't need it.

He nodded to the neighbor next door, asking his wife with a puzzled look, "What's wrong? Why are you crying so loudly?"

Gao Qinghe shrugged, looking innocent: "Maybe my grandparents won't let me watch TV."

What did you pack?

Gao Qinghe sniffed curiously; it was a spicy and savory aroma that she couldn't resist.

Jiang Baohai held up the plastic bag with a mysterious smile: "Come inside and wait, I'll go get the bowls." (End of Chapter)