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

Jiang Baohai considered it a very unmanly thing for a man to ask his woman how much money she had.

But he never expected that one day he would ask that question himself.

When he saw Gao Qinghe's teasing expression, he immediately regretted it.

Jiang Baohai wanted to put his wife back in his arms, but his hands wouldn't obey him and pulled her even tighter in front of him.

"I'm not going to talk about it anymore, let's watch TV."

"No way!" Gao Qinghe protested.

Having already asked, she was going to give him a little surprise.

Want to run? no way!
"Are you short of money?"

Gao Qinghe turned her husband's face back and looked into his eyes, asking curiously.

Her beautiful eyes were watery, and her eyelashes were long and curled, fluttering like two small fans, alluring without her even realizing it.

"No."

Jiang Baohai held her with one arm and used the other to pick up the remote control to change the channel.

Gao Qinghe snatched the remote control away, tossed it aside, and asked again:
"If you're not short of money, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Jiang Baohai said helplessly, "I'm not going to say anything more. Just pretend I had a brain fart."

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 9:30. It was getting late. I gently pulled the person in my arms to sit down and stood up, saying, "I'll go get some water. Let's wash our feet and get ready for bed."

"Don't leave!"

Gao Qinghe quickly reached out and pulled the man back, then flipped over and straddled him, grabbing his chin and laughing:

"Ask me again, and I'll tell you if you ask me one more time."

Jiang Baohai narrowed his eyes slightly, his damned curiosity being piqued again.

"Really?"

Gao Qinghe nodded seriously.

Jiang Baohai's lips curled up slightly. "Then let me ask you, how much money did you make from reselling government bonds last year?"

Gao Qinghe immediately gave a triumphant "one".

Jiang Baohai raised an eyebrow. As expected, he had guessed that the number would be around this amount.

But I still took a deep breath.

"what about now?"

Gao Qinghe waved her hand and said, "What you see now are just a few houses and two companies."

He paused deliberately for two seconds, then added, "And just the three million or so in my Shanghai stock account."

three million?
Jiang Baohai wondered if he had misheard.

How many shares?

Gao Qinghe held up three fingers and whispered in his ear, "Three million isn't that much, right, honey?"

That smug tone made Jiang Baohai so jealous he almost wanted to grind his teeth to dust.

He pushed the person off him a little, looked them over again, and thought they were beautiful no matter how he looked at them.

Isn't it said that when God opens one window for you, He will also close another?
Why can both windows of the woman in front of him be opened?

Both of them were reborn, so why did God only open a window for him?

A woman who only knew how to spend money in her past life has actually learned how to make money in this one?

Jiang Baohai let himself fall onto the sofa and fell into deep thought.

Gao Qinghe noticed that her husband had become completely strange after learning that she had three million yuan worth of stocks.

The melodramatic TV series ended at 10 PM sharp, and the couple finished washing up and went to bed.

It's a rare opportunity that my daughter isn't sleeping with me, so this is a good time to get things done.

But Gao Qinghe discovered that every time she tried to turn the tables, she was forcefully pushed back down.

Not only that, the man was unusually fierce tonight, as if he wanted to prove something. He only stopped when she bit his shoulder so hard that she left teeth marks.

In that instant, what else did Gao Qinghe not understand?
The older man's pride was hurt by her three million. But last time, when he found out she had over two hundred thousand, didn't he call her his lucky charm?
Looking at his wife's peaceful sleeping face, Jiang Baohai knew that she didn't understand men's hearts at all.

Are two hundred thousand and three million the same thing?

Jiang Baohai rubbed the bite marks on his shoulder, secretly regretting his sharp tongue for asking.

He wasn't afraid of her spending money recklessly, nor was he afraid of her dressing up and indulging in pleasures.

I'm afraid she's not spending his money!
In Jiang Baohai's view, whether in his past life or this life, being rich is his greatest advantage.

But now, his only advantage is gone in front of Gao Qinghe. Will this woman still stay with him obediently in the future?

This is very risky!
Thinking of this, Jiang Baohai's heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't sleep all night.

Gao Qinghe had a good night's sleep and woke up early.

I opened my eyes and was shocked to see a handsome face with dark circles under his eyes.

"Jiang Baohai, what are you doing?" Gao Qinghe asked, patting her chest in an annoyed tone.

Jiang Baohai didn't say anything, but kissed her hard twice, then got out of bed and got dressed.

Gao Qinghe was puzzled, but she couldn't sleep either. She got up, dressed, knocked on her mother-in-law's door, and brought out her daughter, who was already awake, to breastfeed.

When Jiang Baohai saw his daughter, it was as if he had just remembered that he and Gao Qinghe had a child, and a wildly joyful smile appeared on his lips.

He and Gao Qinghe even have a child together. For the sake of the child, she can't possibly run away, right?
"Little Yueyue, I haven't seen you all night. Did you miss Daddy?"

Jiang Baohai, who was about to leave with his briefcase, suddenly ran back and squatted in front of the sofa to play with his daughter.

The little one was happily nursing when this interruption immediately drew his attention, causing him to turn his head to look at his father. He grabbed the "bowl" in his little hands and played with it, giggling happily.

Gao Qinghe turned her daughter's head back and glared at Jiang Baohai with annoyance.

What's wrong with you so early in the morning?

Jiang Baohai coughed twice, "Ahem, well, I'm going to the company now."

Gao Qinghe: "Go ahead." She didn't know what he was dawdling about.

Jiang Baohai kissed his wife and daughter, and then left.

After arriving at the mine, he looked at the empire he had painstakingly built over the years.

Jiang Baohai instantly regained his confidence.

He thought to himself, "It's true that it's easy to overthink at night."

Looking at it now, how can three million shares compare to his coal mine?
You're overthinking it, you're really overthinking it.

Gao Qinghe said she was already used to her husband's occasional inexplicable behavior.

After New Year's Day in 1991, it was December.

After the Laba Festival, the entire county town enters a state of anticipation for the upcoming Chinese New Year.

Gao Qingmiao's store launched a pre-Lunar New Year discount promotion, and with the arrival of the return-to-hometown trend, the store's business is booming.

After Mo Xiaohong left, the store hired two more salespeople.

A married woman in her twenties with sales experience, and a seventeen-year-old student working as a temporary worker during winter break.

Occasionally, when the shop is too busy, Gao Qingya, even on her days off, will come downstairs to help out.

The village primary school is on winter break, and Grandma Tian sold one of her two pigs.

A 300-pound fat pig was picked up by a pig dealer who offered 1.1 yuan per kilogram, for a total of 330 yuan.

They'll keep the other one alive, planning to kill it before the New Year for their own family to eat.

There were also chickens that Grandma Tian had raised for a year. She kept only a few and sold the rest. Combined with the money from selling the pigs, she got a total of four hundred yuan.

This year, all of our family's fields were cultivated by other families, and the grain we received was just enough for the whole family to eat for a year.

As soon as the village primary school was out for a holiday, Gao Chongyi took the two hundred kilograms of rice that the old lady had prepared and went to the city.

One hundred catties were given to Gao Qingmiao.

He personally delivered 100 jin of medicine to Gao Qinghe in Zhao Village, and also took the opportunity to discuss some matters with his daughter. (End of Chapter)