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

Finally, Qi Lianxin stepped forward, looked awkwardly at her expressionless son, and said that she shouldn't have hidden such an important matter, and even less should she have involved Gao Qinghe.

"involve?"

Jiang Baohai looked at his wife beside him with suspicion.

Gao Qinghe coughed lightly twice, then tactically picked up her water glass and took a sip.

Well, it turns out he was the last one to know.

Jiang Baohai, his eyes dark, reached out and wiped the water from Gao Qinghe's lips. "Don't do this again next time."

Gao Qinghe: "Okay."

Seeing her agree so readily, Jiang Baohai's expression softened.

Everything that needed to be explained has been explained, and a settlement has been reached with the police and the villagers who were demanding money. The matter is now closed.

But the terrible consequences of the incident involving Da Zhuang and Xiao Zhuang have only just begun.

First, Qin Jianshe's house was burned down, and then this morning, something happened in front of Gao Qinghe's house.

Similar incidents may occur in the Zhang and Li families in the future, which compels the Qing County Public Security Bureau to take this matter seriously.

Jiang Baohai said that the county will set up a special task force to be specifically responsible for this large-scale and egregious fraud case that has affected the entire county.

The chances of recovering the money that has been stolen are extremely slim. For now, we can only register the case and wait for further notice.

Although I knew I might never get the money back, the thought that the police had intervened gave me a sliver of hope.

The dejected Qi Lianxin and her siblings finally found a sliver of comfort.

Life goes on. Compared to the villagers who borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates, Qi Lianxin and her siblings only lost their savings accumulated over the years, but they don't have to take on debt.

Unfortunately, the houses in the village were all moved out.

When the villagers who were demanding money discovered that the Qi brothers had run away, they climbed over the wall and took all the valuables from the house, but they did not burn it down.

They have a house to live in, and the crops in the fields are about to ripen. Their situation is much better than Qin Jianshe's.

Rational analysis is one thing.

In reality, acceptance is another matter entirely.

But time heals all wounds.

It was getting late, so Jiang Baohai told Fang Xiaoyu to go home first.

The two workers sent by Gao Qinghe to buy the door worked quickly and reinstalled the new door before dark.

The two heavy metal doors closed without leaving any gaps.

Now, villagers passing by can no longer see directly into the courtyard through the gaps in the openwork pattern.

Because of the difference in elevation between the main gate and the open space in front of the house, the non-porous main gate does not make people feel oppressed.

The view was not greatly affected, and the privacy was improved, so Gao Qinghe was very satisfied.

Jiang Baohai, who drives in and out every day, is a little depressed.

He now misses the electrically controlled lifting security gate at the front of his villa in his previous life.

After what happened during the day, everyone was in a bad mood.

Only children don't know the meaning of sorrow. Seeing so many people eating dinner together, with a table full of dishes, it's like a banquet. They happily pick up food and eat heartily.

After dinner, the two older children from my second uncle's family volunteered to wash the dishes and clean the stove.

Jiang Baohai gestured to his mother to arrange for his uncles, aunts, and everyone else to rest.

After such a tumultuous day, everyone needs a break.

Qi Lianxin called her two younger siblings and they tidied up the storage room to make do with sleeping on the floor, so the adults could make do.

The children slept in Jiang Yu's room.

The children could sense that the adults were in a bad mood. After watching TV for a while, they washed up and went to bed with the help of their older siblings.

Jiang Baohai was making a phone call in the courtyard, busy with one task after another.

I made calls for almost an hour before my cell phone ran out of battery and I had to return to the lobby.

Qi Lianxin led her two younger siblings back to their room.

The two uncles, afraid to face their nephew, hid in the storage room early in the morning; it was unclear whether they were asleep or not.

Gao Qinghe was the only one in the living room, curled up on the sofa watching TV out of boredom. The night was still and the air was stifling.

She dared not point the electric fan directly at her, and Gao Qinghe always felt like she was being scratched in the dark, unable to feel any coolness at all.

She was the only one in the family who felt unbearably hot this summer and needed to take a shower every day before she could sleep.

After arranging his work, Jiang Baohai went back to the bedroom to get his wife's nightgown, walked to the sofa, and patted her head.

"Get up and go take a shower."

Gao Qinghe smiled happily, threw down the remote control, and sat up impatiently.

Perhaps I got up too quickly, and suddenly I felt a tightness in my abdomen, as if a tendon had snapped, and I hissed softly.

Jiang Baohai immediately reached out and grabbed her arm to help her sit up straight.

Gao Qinghe frowned and quickly raised her hand: "Wait, don't move!"

"what happened?"

Gao Qinghe cried out, "Oh dear, oh dear," her voice rising higher and higher.

Jiang Baohai's heart clenched at her call.

"What's wrong? Honey, don't scare me."

Gao Qinghe suddenly stopped again, leaning back on the sofa with Jiang Baohai's help, and was about to take a deep breath to calm herself down.

A sharp pain, even stronger than before, struck again, and I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!"

The commotion was quite loud, and Qi Lian hurriedly opened the door and came out to ask:

"What happened?"

Gao Qinghe's face was contorted in pain as she tried to resist the pain in her abdomen. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't utter a word.

Qi Lianxin, having been through similar experiences, looked at the situation and asked her son in disbelief:
"Is she about to give birth?"

"What?" Jiang Baohai exclaimed in surprise, glancing at Gao Qinghe for confirmation.

Gao Qinghe hadn't expected that she was going into labor. It was only when Dongdong came during her second bout of labor that she was certain that she was going into labor.

She nodded hastily, then gripped Jiang Baohai's hand tightly, somewhat at a loss.

Qi Lianxin cried out, "Oh my god!" Seeing her son still standing there in a daze, she quickly called out:

"Hurry, to the hospital! To the hospital!"

The labor started more than a month earlier than the due date; perhaps it was triggered by what happened at home today.

Qi Lianxin was filled with regret at this moment, but it was too late for regrets.

"How could this happen? It's more than a month early! Everything was fine just now."

He mumbled incoherently to himself while quickly packing his things, not really knowing what to bring, so he just stuffed everything into his bag.

“There’s a maternity kit inside!” Jiang Baohai reminded him.

I'm so glad I prepared my hospital bag well in advance.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

It won't be that fast; this is just the beginning.

After enduring the brief pain, Gao Qinghe recalled the pregnant women she had seen online in her previous life.

I tentatively asked, "Why don't you take a shower and wash your hair while you still have time?"

Jiang Baohai also pondered for a moment.

Qi Lianxin, who came out carrying a maternity bag, saw this and slapped her across the face in an annoyed manner.

"Quickly carry Xiaohe to the car, what are you standing there for!"

The guests also came to the hall, urging us to go to the hospital quickly.

The inexperienced couple exchanged a glance and decided to listen to their elders.

After a hurried drive, the car finally left Zhao Village.

(End of this chapter)