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

Gao Qinghe asked curiously, "Mom, didn't Baohai just give you this month's living expenses?"

Jiang's mother stammered, "I...I've already lent it all to your aunt, I'll pay it back at the end of the month."

Upon hearing this, Gao Qinghe's doubts were instantly dispelled.

But her intuition told her that this explanation came too soon, and something was not quite right.

It was as if I was deliberately telling her this answer.

Jiang's mother didn't wait for Gao Qinghe's reaction, and glanced at her cautiously.

Seeing her mother-in-law in such an awkward situation, Gao Qinghe didn't know what to say and simply gave her one hundred yuan.

Jiang's mother immediately said, "I'll pay you back when your aunt pays back the money at the end of the month."

A very confident tone.

In his previous life, due to the early death of Jiang's mother, Jiang Baohai gradually lost contact with the Qi family.

It wasn't until a few years later, when our child came to the provincial capital to attend university, that we finally had a meal together.

After his child graduated and couldn't find a job, Jiang Baohai helped arrange everything.

After that, during holidays and festivals, these younger relatives would visit their maternal uncle and aunt with gifts.

Compared to the other branches of the Jiang family, Gao Qinghe felt more favorably toward the younger members of the Qi family who were still grateful.

If an adult can teach their juniors to be sensible, then they must be doing alright, right?
With that in mind, Gao Qinghe temporarily put aside her suspicions about her mother-in-law.

Anyway, my mother-in-law's savings are at most a little over a thousand yuan.

Before leaving home with her shopping basket, Jiang's mother specifically asked Gao Qinghe not to tell her son about her borrowing money.

Gao Qinghe verbally agreed.

The couple immediately spoke to each other when they were in bed that night.

It wasn't that she was untrustworthy, but rather that Jiang Baohai knew more about the Qi family's relatives than she did.

After listening, Jiang Baohai, with an indifferent attitude, laughed and said:
"It should be nothing serious. My two uncles are both honest people. They probably just need to buy something big but don't have the time or resources, and they're too embarrassed to ask a junior like me."

He turned off the lights, pulled the suspicious Gao Qinghe into his arms, placed two pillows behind her back, and buried his head in her arms.
A series of exhilarating electric currents coursed through Gao Qinghe's mind, causing a brief blankness before she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Baohai leaned down and kissed her blushing cheeks, gently cleaned up after them, turned the electric fan that was blowing directly on them to oscillation mode, and then held his wife as they drifted off to sleep.

June passed in the blink of an eye, and the height of summer arrived in July.

Gao Qinghe's belly had grown even bigger, making it stand out prominently against her well-proportioned figure.

Even in the late stages of her pregnancy, Gao Qinghe still felt good overall.

The only downside is that I have to go to the toilet much more frequently.

Jiang Baohai, her bed partner, didn't dare to complain at all, even though she was so angry she wanted to curse her grandfather.

Eight months later, Jiang Baohai no longer allowed Gao Qinghe to go out alone.

He would call whenever he wanted to go out, and Fang Xiaolei would come and pick him up.

Gao Qinghe simply stayed at home. Whatever she wanted to eat or buy, she would write a note and give it to Jiang Baohai so he could bring it back on his way home from get off work.

Of course, there are times when I really crave something and can't wait even a second, so I get impatient and get angry.

Sometimes he would smash bowls, sometimes he would throw away the remote control, and he would even kick Xiao Hei's doghouse a couple of times.

Jiang's mother had never seen anything like this before, and she even kept her footsteps down at home.

She longs for her son to come home every day, because only he can put up with his hot-tempered wife.

On this rare, rainless, overcast day, people finally got a moment's respite from the heat.

Jiang's mother prepared lunch for Gao Qinghe and, seeing that she was in good spirits, brought out her bicycle.

"Xiao He, Mom is going to your uncle's house. For lunch, just put the noodles directly into the soup pot. The condiments and side dishes are all on the table covered with a lid. Add whatever you want to eat."

Gao Qinghe held a bowl of fermented rice wine in her hand, drinking as she spoke:

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine. Just be careful on your way." Seeing that her mother finally had a smile on her face, Jiang's mother breathed a sigh of relief.

He reminded her again to call her fourth aunt next door if there was any emergency, and then rode his bicycle to Qijia Village.

No sooner had she left than Huang Yanqiu drove into the village.

Upon arriving at Gao Qinghe's house, before the car had even come to a complete stop, he jumped out and shouted:

"Qinghe, Ouyang Yansheng has given birth!"

Gao Qinghe, who was watching TV, was startled by the sound; she had almost forgotten about it.

She stood up and looked towards the door. "When was she born? Is everything alright?"

Huang Yanqiu walked into the hall looking exhausted, as if she hadn't slept all night.

She said breathlessly, "I gave birth last night, and I almost lost my life! It scared me to death!"

Huang Yanqiu plopped down on the sofa next to her. She was so thirsty that she picked up the rice wine that Gao Qinghe hadn't finished and drank it all in one gulp.

"My God, I'm about to burst! I have to tell you this so I can let it all out!"

When Gao Qinghe heard "almost lost her life," her heart jumped up and then slowly calmed down.

Seeing Huang Yanqiu's exhausted appearance, he asked in confusion, "What happened to you?"

Huang Yanqiu said helplessly, "I'm just suffering because I'm helping others!"

Seeing Gao Qinghe's puzzled expression, Huang Yanqiu added, "I personally took her to the hospital."

Ouyang Yan suddenly started her illness yesterday. Zhou Zhenghua wasn't home; only her mother-in-law, Zhong, was there.

The date was ten days earlier than the doctor's estimate, catching us completely off guard.

Around 7 p.m., Ouyang Yan's water broke, and the clinic doctor that Zhou Zhenghua had invited took over to help her give birth.

But to my surprise, she hadn't given birth after an hour.

The doctor realized the situation was serious.

Zhong prayed to the Buddha and her ancestors in the courtyard. Zhou Zhenghua was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. The doctor said three times in a row that he should be taken to the county hospital immediately, but he didn't hear it.

From inside the house came Ouyang Yan's desperate scream: "Help!"

Zhou Zhenghua then realized what was happening and ran out to ask his mother to find someone to help him find a car.

Huang Yanqiu was taking someone to a remote rural area yesterday and didn't get home until after 8 p.m. when she heard her neighbor shouting for help.

Naturally, she had to lend a hand in this situation, so she quickly had Zhou Zhenghua and Zhong Shi lift Ouyang Yan into the car and rush her to the hospital.

When she arrived at the hospital, Ouyang Yan was deathly pale and bleeding profusely from her lower body.

At that moment, it looked like the person was about to die, and the doctors said they had to operate immediately, otherwise the child would suffocate.

Even Huang Yanqiu, an outsider, urged the doctor to perform the surgery quickly.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhong suddenly sat down on the ground, grabbed the doctor's pants, and shouted:

"You can't do it! Doctor, you can't do it! If you do it, it won't be a boy!"

She's practically obsessed with wanting a boy.

Huang Yanqiu gasped in shock; this was blatant disregard for the life of a woman in labor.

Zhou Zhenghua, like a fool, actually hesitated for a moment.

"Fortunately, he wasn't completely stupid. He quickly signed the consent form and let the doctor perform the surgery, which saved Ouyang Yan and her daughter."

Huang Yanqiu shook her head, her eyes filled with disappointment towards Zhou Zhenghua.

"The women in the village always say that you'll know whether a man is reliable or not after he has a child, and that's absolutely true."

Huang Yanqiu sighed deeply, "Our lives are so hard."

The filter that had been placed on Zhou Zhenghua before shattered after this night. (End of Chapter)