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

Jiang Baohai's joy came a little late.

A week later, when he walked into the house one day, he looked at Gao Qinghe who was being fed by Jiang's mother and suddenly laughed out loud.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law both looked at him, their faces full of confusion.

Gao Qinghe was no longer a young wife, and she wouldn't overthink things just because her husband's reaction to her pregnancy wasn't as good as she expected.

She still eats and drinks as usual every day.

In addition, Jiang Baohai had been constantly on the phone these past few days, leaving early and returning late. She knew that the accident at the mine had drained all his positive emotions.

Good news is hard to spread, but bad news travels fast.

An accident occurred at Jianghai Group's newly opened No. 5 mine in the early hours of the morning. Fortunately, no one was killed, and the six injured on-duty personnel were promptly sent to the county hospital for treatment.

The mine is now closed, and relevant departments are investigating the cause of the accident.

Jiang Baohai returned from his business trip and had just settled in at the Linxian Railway Station when he headed straight to the mine.

These past few days I've been busy dealing with various matters at the hospital, the mine, the police station, and visiting family members. It wasn't until today that I finally saw him smile.

Gao Qinghe asked, "Is it all taken care of?"

Jiang Baohai nodded, indicating that she should not say these things in front of her mother.

After the couple returned to the bedroom, Jiang Baohai closed the door and then said:
"The matter with the injured employees has been mostly resolved, with each family receiving 3,000 yuan."

"Mine No. 5 has been temporarily shut down, and the miners have been given a half-month paid leave, after which they will await further notice."

"The only problem now is the county's regulatory authorities, who require that all rectifications be completed in accordance with regulations before construction can resume."

Jiang Baohai had dealt with similar matters many times in his past life, and he was already very experienced in it.

He was a little puzzled, though, since he had already made advance adjustments to the safety procedures during his lifetime, how could something still go wrong?

For safety reasons, he abandoned the reckless expansion and growth path he had taken in his previous life and opted for a steady and pragmatic approach, investing most of his funds in security equipment.

It now seems that no matter what path he takes, security issues cannot be completely avoided.

Mining is inherently a high-risk industry, and the fact that no one was killed in this accident is thanks to the safety measures implemented previously.

Gao Qinghe opened the safe and took out 50,000 yuan in cash, giving it to Jiang Baohai.

Jiang Baohai didn't waste any words and put the money away.

He's really short of money right now.

Besides the compensation, there are also various favors to be made, which cannot be paid through the company's accounts.

"I'll pay you back double by the end of the year," Jiang Baohai said confidently.

Remembering something, Jiang Baohai pulled Gao Qinghe to sit on the bedside. He then went into the yard, opened the trunk, and brought back a gift bag.

He placed the gift box at Gao Qinghe's feet like a treasure, opened it, and inside was a pair of mid-heel light brown sheepskin ankle boots.

The shoe brand is an old luxury brand that Gao Qinghe used to really like, specializing in shoes.

Jiang Baohai hugged his wife's waist and gently rested his head on her soft belly. "I didn't know it was coming when I bought it. Put the shoes away for now and wear them later."

As she spoke, she touched her still flat stomach and buried her head even deeper.

Gao Qinghe was about to look at her new shoes when her waist was occupied and she couldn't get up. Just as she was about to push the person away, she suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation.

"Jiang Baohai? You can't be serious."

She lifted the man's head, which was buried deep in his chest; his phoenix eyes were red and swollen, and a tear clung to his long, curled eyelashes.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all, and continued to bury his head in her arms, even rubbing against her.

Gao Qinghe raised an eyebrow. A man's tears are a woman's stimulant.

"Why are you crying?" she asked curiously.

I wanted to pry his face open so I could see his tearful face.

The man refused to listen, grabbed her hand, twisted it behind her back, and gently held it, saying in a low, muffled voice, "I feel sorry for you."

"For that morning?" The head in front of him nodded.

Gao Qinghe almost laughed, "How old are you? Do you think I'd hold such a grudge against you over something so trivial?"

The man suddenly looked up. "You really won't hold it against me? You promise that after the baby is born, you won't bring this up against me? You'll tell the baby that when your dad found out your mom had you, he wasn't even a little bit happy or moved to tears?"

Gao Qinghe almost burst out laughing, but seeing his serious and earnest expression, she managed to hold it in.

His eyes were still red; a twenty-five-year-old man is more vibrant and youthful than a sixty-year-old.

Gao Qinghe freed her hands from his grasp, pinched his cheek, and said, "If you cry again, I promise I will never mention this to the child again."

Jiang Baohai: "."

I can't cry anymore; a man's tears shouldn't be shed carelessly!
The only alternative is my wife's foot massage service for the next eight months.

Jiang's mother watched her son, who was so efficient and decisive outside, happily carrying basins of water to wash his feet, going in and out attentively.

I looked at Jiang's father's photo again, wondering if my late husband, seeing this scene from heaven, felt the same complicated emotions as I did.

Jiang Baohai has completely forgotten his experience in caring for pregnant women in the past.

I don't know where I got this book, but I read it under the lamp every night before bed, asking Gao Qinghe questions as I read:
Do you experience morning sickness? How many weeks pregnant are you now? Do you need to take folic acid supplements?

Gao Qinghe tossed the form into his hand, saying, "I don't know, don't ask me."

He has no shame to make a pregnant woman like her worry about these things.

Jiang Baohai smiled helplessly, "The day after tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital with you for another thorough check-up. While we're at it, I'll take the winter quilt and clothes that Mom prepared to Xiaoyu's school, and buy some more beef so Mom can cook it for you. This is good for you."

“Hmm.” Gao Qinghe had no objection; he should have gone along to find out anyway.

"You should hire a legal counsel," Gao Qinghe said.

Such oversight will definitely continue to occur in the future, and having professionals present will make things easier.

"Sure," Jiang Baohai said, "Can you help me look for it?"

Gao Qinghe: "Okay, don't go back on your word."

Repent?

Jiang Baohai raised an eyebrow. What did he have to regret?

"Then it's settled. You find the right person and bring them over. I trust your judgment, honey."

And he didn't forget to flatter her as well.

Jiang Baohai looked at his wife lying beside him, then at the list, feeling quite pleased with himself.

I'm going to be a dad!

He leaned in and kissed his wife twice, then thoughtfully turned off the bedside lamp on her side. "You can't stay up late. You need to go to bed early and get up early. I'll keep an eye on you."

After giving her instructions, I tucked her in and continued reading and studying.

It wasn't until late at night that another light in the room was turned off.

The mine office had a listless, old-fashioned feel to it early in the morning.

Every time an accident happens, the office looks like it's on the verge of collapse, and it takes a month or two to recover.

Fang Xiaoyu was familiar with the process.

Accident, investigation, compensation, fines, rectification.

That's considered good. This year, the investigations have been particularly strict. In the first half of the year, a factory in a neighboring county had some issues, and the factory manager resigned and donated the factory to the local government free of charge.

Fang Xiaoyu didn't have that kind of magnanimity, so he could only stay up all night to come up with a rectification plan.

As a result, he stayed up all night and was just about to go back to his dormitory to take a nap when he saw his boss walking in with a smile, looking energetic.

This is not a fake smile meant to ease employee anxiety.

It's a genuine, uncontrollable laugh that comes from the heart, a sudden surge of happiness that makes you want to laugh! (End of Chapter)