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

After lunch, Gao Qinghe and his wife stayed at Huang Yanqiu's house for a while before preparing to go home.

The sky was overcast, and it looked like evening.

Zheng Xiaopeng saw the couple off and was about to get into his car.

Two people, a man and a woman, walked down the street. The woman's eyes were red and swollen, indicating that she had been crying, but now she was nestled in the man's arms with a happy smile on her face.

Zhou Zhenghua had his arm around his wife and was holding the roasted corn he had just bought for her with the other hand. The couple looked very affectionate.

If I hadn't just witnessed them slamming the door and leaving, I would have thought nothing had happened.

Ouyang Yan first saw Gao Qinghe and his wife.

She saw the car parked in front of Huang Yanqiu's house when she went out, but she was in such a bad mood that she didn't think much of it.

Seeing Gao Qinghe now, I realized that the red Xiali was the car of coal boss Jiang Baohai.

I've heard that these big bosses are all very busy, yet they still have time to accompany their wives to visit relatives.

When Zhou Zhenghua saw the two of them, the doting smile on his face, which was directed at his wife, suddenly froze.

He quickly wiped the smile off his face, and when Gao Qinghe looked over, he abruptly released his arm from his wife's shoulder.

Ouyang Yan glanced at him, not missing the fleeting embarrassment and panic in her husband's eyes.

She originally thought her husband, being a college graduate, would be more open-minded, but she never expected him to be so old-fashioned.

When we're out in public, we never walk hand in hand, especially in crowded places.

Forget about hugging and playing around like other young couples.

At most, I might put my arm around her shoulder.

Even when he puts his arm around a woman's shoulder, it's only when there are few people around, or in special circumstances like today, that he shows the intimacy a husband should have for his wife.

Therefore, Ouyang Yan didn't think much of it, assuming that her husband had seen an acquaintance and was embarrassed, so he let go of her hand.

She also politely nodded to Gao Qinghe and his wife.

Little did he know that Zhou Zhenghua's heart was in turmoil at that moment, and he was breathing heavily as he looked at Gao Qinghe standing next to Jiang Baohai.

Gao Qinghe wore a light gray coat today, with a bright red scarf given to her by her sister-in-law around her neck, which made her already fair skin look rosy and radiant.

Her beautiful hair was styled into a loose bun on top of her head, with wispy strands falling neatly in front of her forehead, making her face look small and delicate, almost unreal, like a porcelain doll.

Her face was unadorned, her eyes held a gentle smile, and she possessed an indescribable softness. With a single glance, she evoked pity in me.

Having seen so much of her flamboyant and radiant appearance, seeing her suddenly so charming and delicate, Zhou Zhenghua felt a crazy urge to grant her wish, even at the cost of his life.

But she didn't want him to look at her again, so she just nodded politely to Ouyang Yan and got into the car.

Jiang Baohai closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, and gave Zhou Zhenghua a warning look before getting in.

Watch out or I'll gouge your eyes out and stomp them out!
Noticing Jiang Baohai's warning, Zhou Zhenghua lowered his eyes and reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

He forced himself to suppress the insane jealousy in his heart and, maintaining his composure, took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Jiang Baohai.

Before President Jiang could even utter those two words, the car door slammed shut.

The car started and sped past him, leaving only a spray of mud and water in its wake.

Hey! Don't you even look where you're going?!

Ouyang Yan snorted irritably and hurriedly bent down to check Zhou Zhenghua's pants.

I just wore my new pants today, and there's a patch of yellow mud splattered on the leg. It's disgusting and annoying.

She was jumping and pounding in panic, while he stared blankly at the speeding car, lost in thought.

It felt like my soul had flown away with it.

Ouyang Yan called Zhou Zhenghua three times before he turned around in a daze. His first words were neither concerned about his dirty pants nor to comfort her anxious feelings.

Instead, she said, "Don't you have a red scarf? Take it out and wear it."

Ouyang Yan looked at him in surprise, "You said before that red didn't suit me, so I gave it away."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something and asked tentatively, in disbelief:

"What do you mean? Do you think it looks good on her because she wears a red scarf? And you want me to dress like her too?"

But before she married him, she used to dress herself up beautifully every day!
Ouyang Yan looked down at her clothes for the day: a bulky ginger-yellow cotton-padded jacket, baggy straight-leg cotton-padded trousers, and a pair of warm cotton-padded shoes.

Touching my hair, I realized that my once-permed, sleek curls had become dry and frizzy from neglect, so I had to tie them all up.

She stopped wearing all those pretty earrings, headbands, and small handbags.

Because I don't have the energy.

My morning sickness hasn't subsided yet, and I still have to deal with my sarcastic and tantrum-throwing mother-in-law every day, while still insisting on going to class.

These things alone have exhausted her strength, so where would she find the time and energy to care about herself?
"Zhou Zhenghua!"

Ouyang Yan asked seriously, "Tell me the truth, do you also think I'm ugly and unsophisticated now, like a country bumpkin?"

Before she could finish saying "You dislike me," Ouyang Yan choked up and couldn't continue.

Zhou Zhenghua sighed helplessly and quickly said, "No, that's not true. I just feel sorry for you."

He put his arm around her shoulder again, wiping away her tears as they discussed things:
“You’re really too tired. Why don’t you ask for leave from school and rest at home until the baby is born?”

He said, half-jokingly, "Don't be angry if I tell you the truth, but you're not as pretty and delicate as you used to be. I know it's because you're pregnant with our child. I understand your sensitivity and insecurity right now, so I think you should rest more and put your school work aside for now, okay?"

His eyes were full of heartache and seriousness, making Ouyang Yan forget why she had suddenly gotten angry.

Zhou Zhenghua: "Even though you don't dress up anymore, in my eyes you are still that playful and fashionable lady."

Ouyang Yan felt a warmth in her heart and couldn't help but ask curiously, "So, who do you think is prettier, me or Gao Qinghe?"

Zhou Zhenghua lowered his eyes and straightened her collar. "She's only beautiful on the outside, but you're beautiful on the inside."

Yes, Gao Qinghe only has a pretty face!

It's as if thinking this way can offset the resentment of not getting what you want.

"Ahh~"

Gao Qinghe's nose itched, and she sneezed softly.

Jiang Baohai immediately looked over, "Who's thinking about you again?"

Before Gao Qinghe could glare at him, he reminded her helplessly, "Close the window, be careful not to catch a cold."

Gao Qinghe rolled the car window down to just a crack to keep the air inside fresh, otherwise the smell of gasoline would make her dizzy.

"What a piece of junk! Couldn't you have bought one with automatic windows and air conditioning?"

Jiang Baohai laughed, "Look what people who walk on two legs are saying."

Other people are perfectly content with just a bicycle, unlike her, who doesn't mind riding in a car.

Gao Qinghe looked at the person beside her suspiciously, "Jiang Baohai, why do I feel like there's something hidden in your words?"

"The river embraces the sea—"

He deliberately mimicked the tone she used when calling him, and scoffed, "Having seen your old flame, you don't even want to call me 'husband' anymore?"

Gao Qinghe: What do I do when my teeth suddenly itch and I want to bite someone?! (End of Chapter)