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

Seeing that Old Lady Tian was turning back, Uncle Jiang hurriedly blurted out:
"Xiao Hai, your third uncle won't be eating today. I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll be leaving now."

Before the words had even finished, the person had already run dozens of meters away.

The roadside was crowded with villagers who had come to watch the spectacle. After a quick glance from Old Lady Tian, ​​they all hurriedly dispersed.

The second and fourth wives, who were hiding behind the crowd, were exposed.

Grandma Tian asked politely, "Are you having dinner together at home?"

Both families shook their heads vigorously, saying no, no, the meal at home was already prepared.

He gave the old lady an awkward smile, went home, closed the door, patted his chest, and felt a lingering fear.

They were also extremely grateful that their two families had apologized to their niece-in-law long ago.

Otherwise, Uncle Jiang today will be like them tomorrow!
Gao Qinghe came out of her room feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep, unaware that her grandmother had left a serious psychological scar on several branches of the Jiang family.

All she knows is that when she wakes up after a good night's sleep, she sees a table full of her favorite dishes and the person who loves her most in front of her.

"Dad, Grandma~"

Gao Qinghe laughed and rushed into her grandmother's arms. The two seemed to have not seen each other for a century, and they were so happy that they couldn't speak.

Gao Chongyi touched his daughter's hair and saw that she hadn't lost any weight and had even gained a little weight in her face. He finally felt relieved.

"Go brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat," Gao Chongyi said with a smile.

Gao Qinghe smiled at her father: "Dad!"

"I'm here," Gao Chongyi replied helplessly.

Seeing her daughter's innocent, girlish smile, it's hard to believe she's about to become a mother.

"You're going to be a grandfather soon, aren't you happy?" Gao Qinghe asked, blinking.

Gao Chongyi shook his head seriously, "I can't be happy yet. Having a child and raising him is not an easy thing, especially for someone so young."

Realizing that his words had created an inappropriate atmosphere, Gao Chongyi quickly corrected himself:

"As long as you're happy, Dad is happy."

Gao Qinghe suppressed the tears welling up in her heart and said casually:

"I am an adult and I can take care of myself."

Not daring to look at her father's face, she quickly left the hall and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Jiang Baohai followed behind her, carefully watching over her.

The rack for hanging washcloths was a bit high, so I helped Gao Qinghe hang it up after she finished washing her face.

Then he squeezed some face and hand cream from the shelf onto her and applied it evenly to every part of her face, which could make anyone lose their mind.

After wiping her face, Gao Qinghe wiped her hands, making them warm and cozy.

winter?

She didn't feel the slightest bit of winter's chill.

Everyone sat around the stove, enjoying the fragrant food, and Gao Qinghe's joy was palpable.

She ate a lot of every dish, and finished off all the braised pork ribs that her grandmother made.

Jiang Baohai rarely saw her with such a good appetite, and he tried several times to control her food intake, but in the end he couldn't bear to.

Fortunately, Gao Qinghe still remembered her current physical condition. She took one last sip of the pickled cabbage soup that her grandmother had brought from her hometown and put down her chopsticks.

When I looked up, I saw that my grandma and dad were looking at me with heartache in their eyes, and I hadn't eaten much of the rice in my bowl.

Grandma Tian took a deep breath, feeling both happy and worried, her emotions were complicated.

Can a girl who has been pampered since childhood endure the pain of childbirth?
After the meal, Gao Chongyi asked with concern, "Have you been to the hospital? What did the doctor say? Where do you plan to give birth?"

Gao Qinghe said helplessly, "It's only been a little over two months, there's still a long way to go before the baby is born, Dad, don't worry too much."

Gao Chongyi glanced at the girl disapprovingly, "It's getting late. Your mother always gives birth early. She had no experience when she gave birth to you, and she was in pain for a whole day and night before you came out. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she lost half her life."

Jiang Baohai coughed twice and said, "Dad, the hospital conditions are better now than before. If the county hospital isn't good enough, we'll go to a big hospital in the provincial capital."

The thought of his daughter suffering made Gao Chongyi unwilling to listen to Jiang Baohai. Even if they went to the Capital Hospital, did they think the child would just spring out of the body?
Jiang Baohai looked sullen after receiving a disapproving glare from his father-in-law.

Saying anything is useless; he should take more action and take good care of his wife.

Gao Qinghe hasn't developed fertility anxiety yet, but Gao Chongyi has already started to feel anxious.

He got up, determined to thoroughly inspect his daughter's current residence, inside and out.

Seeing a threshold at the entrance of the large iron gate, I called Jiang Baohai over:
"Quickly find some cement to fill this spot, what if someone slips and falls while walking?"

Upon arriving at the bathroom, she noticed there wasn't a single non-slip mat in the shower area, and immediately gave Jiang Baohai a glaring look that seemed to be filled with pressure.

Jiang Baohai promised, "Dad, I'll accompany Qinghe when she takes a bath from now on."

Gao Chongyi then left the restroom.

Upon entering the hall, he frowned as he looked at the hard wooden sofa and the sharp corners of the glass coffee table.

Jiang Baohai was very perceptive and immediately said, "Tomorrow I'll get a spring sofa and a round coffee table."

Jiang's mother thought to herself, "What a waste of money! The old sofa and coffee table are still perfectly fine, why replace them?"

Jiang Baohai gestured to his mother to leave it alone.

He's willing to spend any amount of money as long as his father-in-law is satisfied and doesn't take his wife away.

It was rare to see Jiang Baohai being so attentive, and Gao Qinghe laughed heartily by the stove.

Grandma Tian shook her head helplessly. This heartless rascal!

The old lady mixed a whole basin of crispy pork, fried it all in the pot, and then divided it into portions in small bowls, enough for Gao Qinghe to eat for a week.

After finishing my work, it's almost time.

Gao Qinghe felt reluctant to part, and clung to her grandmother's hand affectionately:

"Grandma, please stay and cook for me. I don't care about fancy hotels, I just love your cooking."

With her mother-in-law here, Old Lady Tian wouldn't do something so irresponsible.

She simply patted her granddaughter's hand and said, "When the new house is built, you can come home and live here. Grandma will cook whatever you want to eat every day."

Gao Qinghe sighed, "Okay."

Jiang Baohai offered to drive the two back to their village, but Gao Chongyi refused.

There are buses passing through the town, so there's no need to trouble my son-in-law to waste time going back and forth.

With that time, he could use it to take better care of his baby.

The couple saw the father and grandmother off to town, watched them get into the car and leave, and breathed a sigh of relief. What a sweet burden this family carries!
After the couple returned home from their walk, Jiang Baohai planned to call Fang Xiaoyu and ask him to buy a new sofa and have it delivered.

Gao Qinghe quickly stopped her: "Who knows if the new sofa has formaldehyde? I'll have Mom make some thick cushions to put on it later. We can wrap the corners of the coffee table with tape. That should be enough."

She didn't want to make a fuss.

As long as Gao Qinghe is satisfied, Jiang Baohai is willing to do whatever he wants.

Once the couple finalized their plan, Jiang Baohai immediately went to find tape and newspapers to wrap the corners of the coffee table.

The sharp corners have been rounded into blunt bumps, making it much safer.

At night, the couple snuggled up in their warm bed.

Jiang Baohai scratched his wife's itch while remarking:
"It's so good to have a dad, unlike me, a poor little thing, who has no dad to love me."

Gao Qinghe said, "Don't you have two more dads today? Let them pamper you."

Jiang Baohai: "."

"Your words are so sweet." Someone said through gritted teeth.

Gao Qinghe asked with a smile, "Sweet, isn't it?"

The man's eyes darkened; he'd have to taste it himself to know. (End of Chapter)