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

Jiang Baohai had been waiting in his office for quite some time.

Hearing the car, I couldn't resist coming to the door.

Seeing his wife leading a handsome young man over with a smile, Jiang Baohai subtly raised an eyebrow.

He went to greet her and helped her up by the waist. "Why did you come too? The mine is a mess, and there's a lot of dust. What if something happens to me?"

Gao Qinghe gestured for him to shut up, as he kept rambling on and on.

Introduce the young man next to him to Jiang Baohai.

After all, he's the chairman; he has to maintain a certain air when necessary.

He straightened his collar slightly and reached out his hand to Shan Yunhai.

Shan Yunhai shook hands with him and said, "Hello, Mr. Jiang, I am Shan Yunhai, and I am here to apply for the position of legal manager at your company."

She was poised and confident, not at all shy, and even complimented the miners on their uniforms.

Gao Qinghe glanced at her husband smugly. "How about it? Isn't he a good catch?"

Jiang Baohai mentally gave Shan Yunhai a score of 70, which was already a very high score.

But it wasn't outwardly apparent.

Gao Qinghe was told to go to her own rest room to rest, while Shan Yunhai was told to go to the office for a face-to-face meeting.

Gao Qinghe gave Shan Yunhai a reassuring look, then took the key and walked towards the lounge.

Everyone at the mine knew that this was the boss's wife, and they all greeted Gao Qinghe with a smile.

After she walked past, the old miners would gather together and marvel at her good fortune.

Who would have thought that the little girl who barged in last year would become their boss?
Gao Qinghe has now gotten used to taking a nap. She closes the door, lies down on Jiang Baohai's single bed, and falls asleep.

When I woke up, Jiang Baohai had just come back home.

"Have you reached an agreement?" Gao Qinghe asked, rubbing her eyes.

When Jiang Baohai saw that she was about to get out of bed, he went over to support her back and helped her sit up. He then brought her the flat slippers that had been kicked away by the owner and put them on for her.

He said in a relaxed tone, "It's settled. There will be a three-month trial period, and after that, we'll sign a long-term contract."

It seems he is quite satisfied with Shan Yunhai.

"Even though the college entrance examination has been reinstated for thirteen years, there aren't many college students willing to come to small counties," Gao Qinghe lamented.

Jiang Baohai knew, of course. "He wants a room. Didn't one of your tenants move out? I'm thinking of letting him stay with you temporarily until his three-month internship is over and he signs a long-term contract, then I'll arrange a room for him."

Gao Qinghe happened to have a key in her bag, so she took it out and tossed it to Jiang Baohai.

"The rent is six yuan and fifty cents a month."

Jiang Baohai chuckled, "I'll give you sixty-five a month."

Gao Qinghe didn't stand on ceremony with him, "Sure, I'll take 650."

Jiang Baohai glanced at her helplessly; he couldn't give her that!
Gao Qinghe scoffed, got up, went to the outer room to get some water, and downed a full cup in one gulp.

I glanced at the time; it was almost 3:30. I asked Jiang Baohai:

Are you off work?

Jiang Baohai sat down at his desk. "Wait a little longer. I'm waiting for a fax to come over. Once it's done, we'll go back together."

When he said the last sentence, he looked at her cautiously and expectantly, blinking his eyes, looking pitiful as if to say, "Wife, please don't reject me."

Gao Qinghe turned around with her hands on her hips; this lounge was truly boring.

However, out of pity for him, she decided to sit down and wait for him a little longer.

Jiang Baohai smiled as soon as he saw her sit down on the sofa, and even looked at the complicated documents and contracts with great interest.

He didn't need her to do anything; just feeling that she was in the same space as him gave him a sense of peace.

Even if the sky were to fall, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Twenty minutes later, the fax from Jiang Baohai and others arrived.

Gao Qinghe thought he could leave after signing the papers, but instead, he got up, walked over, hugged her tightly, and said shyly:
"Honey, why don't you go back to sleep for another hour? It'll only be an hour at most. I have a short meeting to attend." Gao Qinghe glanced at the handsome face in front of her, then looked at the pile of photocopied papers on the floor, torn into snowflakes out of boredom.

She pushed the man in front of her away, her smile gradually fading.

"I know you too well. You said it would be one hour, but it'll be at least three!"

He snorted, abruptly stood up, and pushed open the door to leave!

Jiang Baohai sighed and quickly told Fang Xiaolei to bring the car over to take the boss's wife home.

Before getting into the car, Gao Qinghe poked Jiang Baohai's chest muscle hard as he chased after her, "Are you even going to be able to come home for dinner tonight?"

Jiang Baohai gave a wry smile, "Maybe, probably, no."

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath and slipped her hand into his pocket, startling Jiang Baohai.

I was a little disappointed when I realized she was holding a wallet.

He coughed twice to cover his mouth, letting Gao Qinghe take all the cash from his wallet.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as he still wanted his money, it meant he wasn't really angry.

"I'll go to the street and spend them all in a minute!" Gao Qinghe said fiercely, with a hint of revenge.

Jiang Baohai was charmed by her cuteness and couldn't help but quickly kiss her. Before she could get angry, he slammed the car door shut for her.

He instructed Fang Xiaolei, "You stay with the boss's wife. Go wherever she wants to go, and drop her off at home before you go home."

Fang Xiaolei nodded to indicate that he understood, and quickly started the car to leave the mine.

Gao Qinghe glanced at the receding figures in the rearview mirror, then at the money in her hand, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Go to the county town."

Fang Xiaolei: "Okay."

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the busiest pedestrian street in the county town.

Fang Xiaolei parked his car and followed behind Gao Qinghe, dutifully acting as both bodyguard and shopkeeper.

Gao Qinghe didn't buy too much, just some delicious imported snacks.

It's so much more satisfying to buy something without spending my own money, so I calmed down quickly.

It was still a bit hot while shopping in the afternoon. After walking down one street, she went to her younger brother's shop for a quick look. Gao Qinghe then decided to have a bowl of shaved ice before heading home.

Upon arriving at the shaved ice shop, I ordered a shaved ice for myself and Fang Xiaolei each.

Just as I was thinking about whether to pack some for my mother-in-law to take back, I suddenly noticed that the person squatting by the shop door looked familiar.

"Xiang Nanfei?"

An ambiguous, pleasant female voice came from above.

As Xiang Nanfei, who was holding an empty cup and sighing to himself, slowly raised his head, his dull gaze suddenly brightening when he saw the face of the person in front of him.

"You, you, are Gao Qinghe!"

Xiang Nanfei stood up excitedly and quickly tidied his clothes and hair, afraid of leaving a sloppy impression on her.

But he forgot that he was in a bad mood today, and he didn't even change his clothes before going out; he was still wearing the same clothes he wore at home.

A loose white T-shirt, black shorts, and a pair of flip-flops.

While his personality and sunny, handsome appearance are not entirely unrelated, they are completely different.

If it weren't for her outfit, Gao Qinghe wouldn't have taken so long to spot this acquaintance after entering the store.

"Why are you squatting here?" Gao Qinghe asked, amused.

She used to work in a flour mill in her past life; most workers didn't get off work until six o'clock.

Is the transport post heading south particularly special?
Xiang Nanfei gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He's truly exceptional, so exceptional that he's almost out of work! (End of Chapter)