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

After the guests left, snowflakes began to fall.

Gao Qinghe checked the time; it was 9:30, neither too early nor too late.

Turning to Jiang Baohai, who came out behind him, he said, "Want to take a walk?"

Jiang Baohai was taken aback, then smiled and nodded. The couple strolled hand in hand along the street.

The snowflakes under the streetlights seemed to turn into stars, twinkling as they fell, creating an extremely romantic scene.

Most people in the town were resting, and the small town became quiet and docile.

The old streets and the newly decorated neon lights of the roadside shops complement each other, and the snow falls heavier and heavier, turning their hair white.

Looking at the people around him, Jiang Baohai's anxious heart calmed down and became peaceful.

He finally realized what he loved about her.

This woman is real and vibrant, like light. Just standing next to her, you are illuminated by her radiance, making you want to follow her.

Keep walking, keep walking, until you grow old.

Neither the couple spoke, focusing on the joy brought by the winter snow.

When Gao Qinghe returned to the starting point, she realized that Qing County was actually quite large.

It takes about an hour to drive around the main urban area.

Jiang Baohai drank alcohol, and Gao Qinghe drove home.

Jiang Baohai rarely sat in the passenger seat, his elbows resting on the window frame, and he tilted his head to admire his wife the whole way.

After the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year holiday finally begins.

Jiang Baohai wanted to sleep in with his wife and snuggle up on the sofa with her to watch TV.

Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, and drive out to snow when you're bored.

Unfortunately, I was woken up by my biological clock on the first day.

Looking at his wife, who was still fast asleep wrapped in a blanket beside him, Jiang Baohai forced himself to close his eyes and go back to sleep.

Twenty minutes later, it ended in failure.

He moved around nearby, and the cold wind blew in, which made Gao Qinghe sneeze.

Jiang Baohai was startled and dared not lie down again. He quietly got dressed and got out of bed.

I drove out early in the morning.

When she returned, Gao Qinghe had just woken up. With a "thump," a dark object was thrown onto the bed. It was quite heavy and bounced gently twice on the Simmons mattress.

Jiang Baohai turned on the light, took off his chilly coat, changed into his pajamas, sat on the edge of the bed, and covered Gao Qinghe's face with his icy hands.

Caught off guard, Gao Qinghe's lingering laziness from just waking up was instantly dispelled by the coldness on her face. She jumped up with a "Ah!" and kicked the scoundrel!
Jiang Baohai had anticipated her reaction, so he stuck out his buttocks and shrank back, perfectly dodging the attack, and burst out laughing.

"You're so annoying!"

Gao Qinghe threw a pillow at him, then couldn't help but laugh herself.

The couple looked at each other, as if someone had hit a sore spot, and couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

Jiang Baohai laughed so hard he pounded the wardrobe, while Gao Qinghe laughed so hard she rolled on the bed. She finally managed to stop, but seeing the other person trying to hold back her laughter, she couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

Jiang Yu, who was doing her homework in the living room, heard the laughter coming from the inner room. Her lips twitched, and her helpless expression revealed a faint sense of death.

She felt she should be underground.

It took the couple in the master bedroom a while to stop laughing.

Jiang Baohai pointed to the paper package on the bed.

Gao Qinghe asked in confusion, "What?"

He had already picked up the paper package and was opening it with great anticipation.

Ten thick stacks of RMB, totaling 100,000 yuan.

Jiang Baohai, hands in his pockets, said, "I'll give you double back. A man's word is his bond. Take it and spend it however you like!"

Gao Qinghe couldn't resist picking up Qian Meng and kissing him twice, then jumped up and hugged Jiang Baohai, giving him a "boo boo" on the face.

"Honey~, you're so handsome! How could I have such a handsome husband like you? I'm so happy!"

He kissed her twice more, then happily got out of bed, opened the safe, and eagerly put the money inside.

Jiang Baohai stood by, hands in his pockets, watching with a smug look in his eyes. He loved watching her greedy little face, bouncing around like a rabbit.

After Gao Qinghe's excitement subsided, she closed the safe.

Jiang Baohai suddenly pulled out one hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

Gao Qinghe looked closely and saw that it was a key—a car key!
She looked at him with disbelief and surprise, her eyes sparkling, a sight that could melt anyone's heart.

Jiang Baohai couldn't resist gently kissing her eyes, wishing he could drown in those watery eyes.

He only regretted that he wasn't rich enough to knock her unconscious in his arms.

Gao Qinghe couldn't wait any longer. She pushed the man down onto the bed, sat on his lap, snatched the car keys, and examined them closely under the light.

"A Santana? With air conditioning?"

Jiang Baohai put his hands behind his head and gave a leisurely "hmm".

His phoenix eyes were fixed on her smiling face, and his heart was sweeter than if he had drunk honey.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Gao Qinghe nodded, then asked curiously, "What about the old car?"

Jiang Baohai thought for a moment and said, "Selling it to a taxi company, or letting Fang Xiaoyu use it as a shuttle car, is fine either way."

Remembering something, he added, "Why don't you stay and I'll keep driving, while you drive the new car?"

The Xiali isn't as high-end as the Volkswagen, but it's sufficient for Qing County.

As long as my wife is happy, anything goes.

Jiang Baohai was now completely obsessed with watching his wife, not wanting to think about anything else.

Hearing him say that, Gao Qinghe made the arrangements herself.

"Keep it for company receptions. It would be a waste to sell it after only a year. You can drive the new car. I don't need it much for going out and I'm too lazy to drive it."

Unless Jiang Baohai provides her with a driver.

She enjoys driving, but only in the desert, in the wilderness, and on journeys.

It wasn't like driving at 40 or 50 mph on this bumpy, dirt road from the 1990s.

"Where's the car?" Gao Qinghe asked excitedly.

Thinking that Jiang Baohai had already driven back, I immediately wanted to go out and see.

Jiang Baohai quickly grabbed the two long legs straddling him, "Don't worry, it's not back yet, it's at the vehicle management office getting the license plate."

"At the current rate of efficiency, it won't be ready until after the new year."

Gao Qinghe was a little disappointed, but when she thought of the money in the safe, she cheered up again in no time.

"Come out with me this afternoon, I want to go shopping!"

Jiang Baohai frowned slightly and said in a consultative tone, "The snow is heavy, and the roads are difficult to travel. How about we wait a couple of days?"

Gao Qinghe: "No!"

Jiang Baohai: "Then you wait here, I'll go put a chain on the wheel."

Before leaving, he hugged his wife and kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless, before triumphantly departing.

Gao Qinghe rolled her eyes, but for the sake of money, she comforted herself: Oh well, let him show off a little.

After having lunch at home, the couple went into the city to start shopping.

Gao Qinghe was selecting items in the store, while Jiang Baohai, carrying a file folder full of cash, simply paid.

At first, the man would try to negotiate the price.

In the end, I became numb, and the money I spent felt like nothing more than paper.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, the streets are filled with vendors selling couplets and firecrackers.

Remembering his mother's instructions before he left, Jiang Baohai took Gao Qinghe to a stall and bought a few couplets and two boxes of fireworks.

Oh, and red envelopes too, we have to give the kids lucky money during Chinese New Year.

After buying the groceries and loading them into the trunk of their car, the couple turned around and suddenly bumped into a pedestrian.

Jiang Baohai quickly reached out to protect Gao Qinghe, only managing to say the first two words of "I'm sorry" before realizing who he had bumped into. His polite smile immediately returned, "Secretary Zhou, no, it's Director Zhou now." (End of Chapter)