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

The weather turned cold very quickly.

A north wind blew overnight, and the few remaining golden osmanthus blossoms on the osmanthus tree in the courtyard fell to the ground.

Jiang Baohai woke up early and got goosebumps from the chilly air in the room.

He quickly glanced at his daughter sleeping in the middle and his wife next to her. Both mother and daughter had rosy cheeks and were properly covered with blankets.

Jiang Baohai couldn't help but lean over and kiss each of them, then tucked the blankets in for the mother and daughter.

Gao Qinghe was woken up and lazily reminded him, "Wear more clothes."

After saying that, he hugged his daughter and went back to sleep.

Five-month-old Jiang Qiyue has been weaned off nighttime feedings by her mother and can now sleep through the night. Gao Qinghe feels much happier now.

The baby is like a warm stove; it's so comfortable to hold him.

Unable to resist rubbing her cheek against her daughter's warm, rosy cheeks, Gao Qinghe smiled contentedly.

Jiang Baohai felt envious, jealous, and resentful, but what could he do when the boss was the big boss?

Resigned to his fate, he got up, put on a thick coat, grabbed his cell phone, and headed out.

However, his carefree attitude lasted less than three seconds before the cold wind blowing in front of his house made him shrink back, and he couldn't be carefree at all!
"Mom, it's getting cold. Could you help Qinghe change into a Xinjiang cotton quilt later? I'm leaving now!"

"I know, I know."

Qi Lianxin was getting annoyed by his son constantly talking about his daughter-in-law.

After the car drove away, Qi Lianxin closed the courtyard gate and calculated the days on her fingers.

Oh, next Saturday is the Winter Solstice, and my daughter will be on holiday for the week, so she can come home and have a meal together.

We definitely have to eat dog meat on the Winter Solstice. I don't know when the dog meat vendors in town will open, but I'll buy a couple of pounds of dog meat to have something fresh.

Thinking of this, Qi Lianxin couldn't help but glance at the doghouse under the eaves.

Xiao Hei has been away from home for two months.

They haven't come back yet. Could they have been caught by dog ​​traffickers and sold as meat?
Qi Lianxin's heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, the familiar barking of a dog rang out at the front door and then howled away.

It seemed like it was just to tell them that it was still alive.

Qi Lianxin patted his chest, feeling both helpless and amused. Could this dog have become a spirit?

However, Gao Qinghe, who was awakened by the barking of dogs, was not in a good mood.

Sooner or later, she'll break the legs of this dog that doesn't like coming home!
Little Black, who loves freedom: trembled and dared not make a sound anymore.

Unable to go back to sleep, Gao Qinghe shook her daughter awake, the mother and daughter wanting to be together.

Wake up, Jiang Qiyue didn't cry. She opened her eyes and saw her beautiful mother, and smiled happily.

Gao Qinghe found herself a red outfit and then chose a matching red one for her daughter.

The mother and daughter, dressed in matching outfits, happily went to the bathroom to wash up.

Little Qiyue sat in the bamboo cart brought by her grandfather, her little legs kicking in the air, wishing she could stand up.

The little chubby hand reached out onto the sink, wanting Mom's sparkling rhinestone shark clip.

Gao Qinghe gave her a hair tie and that was it. She tied her hair up and did her skincare routine.

The extra face cream was applied to Jiang Qiyue's small face, and it was used up perfectly, with not a drop wasted.
Qi Lianxin called for dinner and then asked, "Grandma's little Yueyue, do you want to eat porridge today?"

Jiang Qiyue tapped the little bowl and spoon that the little one had specially made, and immediately waved excitedly.

That means it can't speak anymore, otherwise it would definitely shout: "I want to eat!"
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Gao Qinghe leaned close to her mother-in-law and took a deep sniff; it was full of the scent of her childhood.

"Mom, I want a bowl too," Gao Qinghe requested.

She didn't feel embarrassed at all about competing with her daughter for food.

Qi Lianxin has gotten used to it. Now, whenever her granddaughter has something new to eat, no matter how salty or bland it is, her mother has to try it.

Sometimes when my son comes home at night, he's too lazy to cook, so he makes me a bowl of soup as a late-night snack.

She had just asked someone to make some rice cereal for her granddaughter, and the jar was almost empty after only a few days. Qi Lianxin was annoyed with her son.

Chong's daughter-in-law?
Who in this family would dare to say anything against her!
Qi Lianxin handed Gao Qinghe a bowl of rice porridge that she had just prepared, and then made another bowl for her granddaughter.

Gao Qinghe got her hands on it first, then squatted down in front of her daughter and ate it with gusto.

Seeing his daughter drooling, he burst into laughter.

Qi Lianxin: "."

"Get off and drive."

With a hint of disgust, Qi Lianxin pulled Gao Qinghe away, then sat on a small stool in front of the cart, and lovingly fed her granddaughter, who was drooling with desire, some porridge.

Jiang Qiyue opened her mouth wide and took a big bite. It smelled so good that she kicked her feet up in the car, almost kicking her shoes off.

When Grandma was pulling out the spoon, she greedily opened her mouth and chased after it, luckily she didn't fall headfirst off the bus.

Qi Lian was startled and quickly pressed his impatient granddaughter back into the car, lecturing her:
"Eat slowly, one bite at a time. Grandma won't take it from you. There's still plenty left in our bowls."

After the lecture, I heard Gao Qinghe laughing so hard she could barely breathe from behind.

Jiang Qiyue blinked her big eyes, not understanding why her mother was laughing.

But when Mom is happy, the baby is happy and laughs along with her.

Excited, the little one even patted the car to attract her mother's attention.

Gao Qinghe made a funny face, and the little guy burst out laughing.

Qi Lianxin sighed deeply. She was truly exasperated by these two idiots.

All I could do was remind them, "Eat quickly, it's getting cold."

Jiang Qiyue finished the entire small bowl of rice porridge.

Gao Qinghe tasted the flavors of her childhood and slurped up a bowl of hot rice noodles.

After the mother and daughter had eaten and drunk their fill, they went to the living room, lit a stove to warm the room, and then lay down on the sofa to read together.

Gao Qinghe was reading magazines and novels, while the little guy was playing with the picture cards his dad had bought. He would look at one, then throw it away, having a great time by himself.

The mother and daughter's leisurely time was broken when the phone rang.

"Qinghe, it's done! We've successfully acquired the operating rights for the taxi company!"

Huang Yanqiu's excited cheers came through the phone, and Gao Qinghe's heart skipped a beat.

He hurriedly asked, "Really?"

Huang Yanqiu: "I'd be a dog if I lied to you! Hurry up and get dressed, I'll come pick you up as soon as I'm done here. Remember to bring our Qiyue baby, we're going to Zhizhen to celebrate tonight, it's on me!"

After saying this with great bravado, he hung up the phone.

Gao Qinghe smiled gently, "You're amazing, Huang Yanqiu!"

Overjoyed, she picked up her daughter and showered her with kisses: "Mommy's little darling, shall we dress up beautifully and go to Zhizhen for a delicious meal tonight?"

Jiang Qiyue was stunned by the kiss, and her dazed little face made Gao Qinghe want to take a bite.

"Let's go pick out some clothes."

Hearing the noise, Qi Lianxin poked her head out of the room: "Where are you going? Who called?"

"Huang Yanqiu, the deal is done. You're treating us to dinner tonight."

Gao Qinghe put her daughter on the bed, hummed a song, opened the wardrobe to pick out clothes, and was in a very good mood.

But there is a Chinese idiom that says "extreme joy begets sorrow".

Just as I finished selecting the beautiful clothes, Jiang Baohai called.

Gao Qinghe suddenly realized she had forgotten to share the good news with her husband and was about to tell him.

Then Jiang Baohai coughed twice and said in a serious tone:
"Honey, Sister Hong is treating us to dinner tonight. Get ready, I'll come pick you up later."

Gao Qinghe's smile vanished. It was all over; a trap. (End of Chapter)