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

Fang Xiaoyu took a deep breath, suppressing his unbalanced anger.

He asked through gritted teeth, "President Jiang, what good news has made you so happy? Tell us so we can all share in the joy."

Jiang Baohai touched his face. "Did I smile?"

He clearly wasn't smiling.

Glancing at Fang Xiaoyu's dark circles, Jiang Baohai patted his shoulder heavily, "You've worked hard, go and get some rest."

After saying that, he walked into the office with a serious expression.

Fang Xiaoyu shook his head. Was he already hallucinating from exhaustion?
But over the next few days, everyone in the office could feel that the boss was in a better mood.

So, things have already been arranged on the regulatory side?
The attitude of those at the top influences the direction in which those at the bottom act.

Influenced by the chairman's good mood, the gloomy atmosphere in the office finally dissipated.

In early December, the No. 5 mine, which had been shut down, resumed operations. The workers, who had rested for half a month, flocked back to the mine, their faces beaming with relaxed smiles.

After December, the New Year is just around the corner.

Everyone works hard all year, and all they want is to bring home more money at the end of the year.

Buy new clothes for the elderly, buy a few pounds of candy for the children, and the family is reunited.

With the mine reopening, Jiang Baohai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The injured worker has been discharged from the hospital. Jiang Baohai thought for a moment and decided to take Gao Qinghe with him to visit the worker at his home.

That day, the couple came out of the county maternal and child health hospital.

Jiang Baohai bought a hot roasted sweet potato for Gao Qinghe, who hadn't had breakfast yet. He peeled it, leaving only the tip so it would be easy to hold, and then held it to her mouth.

The cold wind has been howling on the streets these past few days, and it even rained a little the day before yesterday, making it both wet and cold.

Gao Qinghe had already put on the down jacket she had bought earlier, her hands tucked into her pockets, reluctant to take them out.

Jiang Baohai fed her a bite, and she opened her mouth to take a bite, finishing the whole sweet potato.

Jiang Baohai was a little scared by such an appetite.

Gao Qinghe nodded her chin toward the roadside stall selling fried pancakes, her big eyes blinking as she glanced at the man beside her.

Jiang Baohai's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a consultative tone, "This sweet potato is about right. When we get home, I'll ask Mom to fry some pumpkin pancakes for you."

Seeing that she didn't move, Jiang Baohai put his arm around her and walked towards the car. "Let's go to the car first. I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Gao Qinghe asked curiously, her attention diverted.

I've been staying home lazily for several days and haven't gone out. I finally managed to go out, but I spent the whole morning at the hospital.

Gao Qinghe didn't want to go home yet, so she stood by the car and didn't get in, signaling to Jiang Baohai to speak if he had something to say.

Jiang Baohai coughed twice and told her about his plan to take her to visit the injured workers' homes.

In her past life, she would get angry whenever she was asked to attend an event.

Although he eventually went and cooperated well, he still suffered a major hemorrhage every time.

This time, Jiang Baohai was also prepared to use bribes.

To his surprise, Gao Qinghe nodded and readily agreed.

"Which day? Which place?" she asked with great interest.

Looks like he's had enough of lying around at home. Jiang Baohai thought to himself, somewhat surprised.

“I’ll make some arrangements when I get home. It’ll be the day after tomorrow. There are three houses in three surrounding towns that you can drive to. You can come with me to those three houses. I’ll take the group leader with me to the rest.”

At this point, Jiang Baohai suddenly smiled, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, and whispered in her ear:
"By the way, call up the reporters from the county broadcasting bureau and have them write a report to recapture the negative image we've had before."

He even had the title in mind: "Chairman of Jianghai Group and his wife extend their heartfelt condolences to the injured workers."

After listening, Gao Qinghe jokingly gave him a thumbs up—"You're amazing!"
Jiang Baohai snapped his fingers triumphantly, "Gao Qinghe, you'd better admire me."

He opened the car door. "It's cold, get in." "No, I want to walk around some more."

Gao Qinghe turned around and closed the car door, also taking the car keys with her.

What else can Jiang Baohai do?
Go shopping with her.

It's rare to have this time. I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time for a date, so today is a good opportunity to make some plans.

So the two of them explored all the shops on the street, had dinner at a restaurant, and didn't go home until it got dark.

Since the date was enjoyable, I'll let it go.

On the day of the visit, Gao Qinghe got up early and dressed herself in a simple yet approachable and gentle intellectual outfit.

We set off from the county town at nine in the morning; there were only four of us.

Gao Qinghe and his wife, a reporter accompanying them, and the head of the security team at Mine No. 5.

At ten o'clock, they arrived at one of the families. Gao Qinghe led the way, handing out fruit and a hundred yuan as a token of sympathy, showing concern for the injured employee's family, and listening to their concerns.

Jiang Baohai and the team leader expressed their deep concern for the injured employee, reassuring him to focus on his recovery and assuring him that the company doors would always be open to him, no matter what the future held.

Finally, Gao Qinghe and her husband took a group photo with the injured family, their smiles as warm as a spring breeze.

I politely declined the family's invitation to lunch and arrived at the next house at 1 p.m.

Continue with the previous process.

On the first viewing, the accompanying reporters thought the chairman and his wife of Jianghai Group were truly wonderful.

As a journalist, he frequently interacted with leaders and officials, but he had never seen a company CEO and his wife so kind, approachable, sincere, and full of humanistic concern.

Just as I was thinking that this report should be written in great detail, so as not to let down this good couple.

I saw the same condolence process as the first one, exactly the same, even down to the degree of the smile on their faces.

It's nothing, it must be a coincidence.

The accompanying journalists consoled themselves with this thought.

However, when they arrived at the third house at four o'clock in the afternoon, the way the couple stepped into the door was exactly the same as the previous two times!
The accompanying reporter's expression changed slightly. Wasn't this just pure formalism?

The injured employees' families were of modest means, and Mr. and Mrs. Gao Qinghe sincerely thanked them for their dinner invitation.

Back in the car, Gao Qinghe glanced at her digital watch; it was exactly five o'clock.

"Whoo~"

She leaned back in her chair, relaxing, and let out a long sigh.

Today's work is successfully completed. Time to go home!

Gao Qinghe removed her shark clip updo, which she had styled to appear intellectual and composed, and let her long hair fall down, instantly giving her scalp a break.

He looks several years younger.

If the image of the person being comforted was twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Now it perfectly matches the actual age, looking youthful at twenty.

Jiang Baohai and Gao Qinghe fastened their seatbelts and started the car to return.

Following her usual practice, Gao Qinghe turned to the accompanying reporter and asked:
"Have you taken all the photos? When they come out, show them to me so I can choose. It would be even better if you could do a retouching and editing."

She suddenly peeked out, revealing a beautiful and radiant face that was completely different from the mature, composed, and intellectual look she had just given.

The accompanying journalists were taken aback by the US.

One second I was angry at the couple's formalism.

The next second, all anger was forgotten.

A smile involuntarily crept up his lips. Afraid of startling her, he asked softly:
"What nonsense did you just say?" (End of Chapter)