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

Despite her displeasure, Mrs. Zhong took the child in front of so many people.

He instructed Ouyang Yan, "Bring the meat back with you in a bit."

Ouyang Yan gave a perfunctory response, focusing only on tucking the child in and putting on a hat to keep him from getting cold, while watching her mother-in-law take the child home with unease.

The washing machine took fifteen minutes to spin. Ouyang Yan carried the bucket in one hand and twenty pounds of pork in the other, gritting her teeth as she left the Gao family's courtyard.

As she reached the main gate, she seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around to look.

Gao Qinghe quickly pulled the curtains over the window, leaned against the wall, patted her chest, and let out a guilty sigh.

Only fifteen minutes have passed?

That embarrassing moment just now felt like an eternity.

Through the window, she seemed to glimpse Ouyang Yan's miserable life.

"Dongdong, is this the life of a successful leading lady that you were talking about?" Gao Qinghe sneered inwardly.

Dongdong retorted, though her argument was weak, "That's because she's not the real female lead. She hasn't maxed out the male lead's affection for her yet!"

Gao Qinghe dismissed this with disdain.

"So what if you have maxed-out affection? Someone who's already bad will still be the same old jerk no matter how much they love you."

Dongdong: [How do you know it's definitely bad if you're not even max level?]

“I’ve seen it all before in my past life. Even with Hao Huaping, it was just so-so.”

She has no interest in being a stepmother, bearing sons, disciplining wicked mothers-in-law, or wasting all her resources to promote men!
Dongdong: [Then why did you always make things difficult for the male and female leads in your past life? Why did you constantly cause them trouble?]

Gao Qinghe chuckled, thinking to herself, "Because I just don't like him! What? You disagree? Go to hell!"

The system shouldn't have teeth, but Gao Qinghe clearly heard the "clucking" sound of teeth grinding.

A 320-pound pig was sold for 120 pounds. Half of the pig carcass and the head were carried into the house, while the remaining dozens of pounds of meat and various offal were used to make pig soup.

With so many people and an ample supply of charcoal braziers, everyone was busy in the courtyard and didn't feel cold at all; in fact, they were sweating.

Six stoves were set up, and around 10 a.m., the fragrant, fresh pork soup was ready.

A stove, a pot of pork soup, two bowls of pig's blood, two bowls of chili dipping sauce, a large basin of clean, crisp Chinese cabbage, and a bowl of homemade fried tofu.

The simple meal made Gao Qinghe's mouth water, and she couldn't wait to sit down at the table.

Only then did Gao Qingya remember that Jiang Qiyue still had her biological mother, and she quickly handed Jiang Qiyue, whose little face was red from the wind, back to her mother.

Gao Qinghe covered her daughter's face with her warm palms, wanting to warm her up, but the little one was unwilling, turning her head back and forth, refusing to accept it.

Gao Qinghe touched the little hand; it was warm, not cold, so she let it be.

Children need to experience more hardships to strengthen their resistance.

With the entire village, young and old, all present, Huang Ying and her husband greeted their fellow villagers and, after a busy morning, could finally sit down in peace.

Grandma Tian specially steamed a bowl of egg custard for Jiang Qiyue. Gao Qinghe fed her daughter a small half bowl, and then fed the rest of the bowl to herself, successfully earning a sharp look from her grandmother.

Gao Qinghe pleaded pitifully, "Grandma, am I not your most beloved granddaughter?"

What could Old Lady Tian say? He was truly her nemesis!

While her sister was feeding her niece, Gao Qingya quickly ate two large bowls of rice. After finishing, she took over the niece, placed a large bowl of braised pork trotters that she had prepared in advance in front of her sister, and smiled smugly.

"Hehe, sis, you eat more. I'll take Qiyue for a stroll outside."

Gao Qinghe was very pleased to have such a sensible younger sister. After promising her a big red envelope for the New Year, she happily enjoyed the delicious food. At the beginning of the year, as soon as the road repair funds for Jiang Baohai arrived, the village secretary selected one person from each household to buy cement, sand, and stones, extending the road from the village entrance to the front door of every household.

Afterwards, Gao Chongyi bought a truckload of sand and cement and turned the dam in front of his house into a flat cement ground so that his son-in-law could park his car when he came home.

The parking lot was spacious, and Gao Qingya carried Jiang Qiyue as they strolled around.

This location is superb, offering a panoramic view of the entire village and directly facing the stone bridge leading into the village, allowing you to see villagers coming and going.

It was clear who went to the town market and what they bought.

After returning to the village, Zhong would often come to this place to stroll around, her eyes sparkling with gossip.

The snow hasn't fallen yet this year, but according to the weather forecast, it should arrive in the next couple of days before the Lunar New Year.

The buzzing sound of cars coming from the direction of the village entrance.

Gao Qingya, holding Jiang Qiyue, looked over curiously and saw a green jeep slowly driving from the direction of the county town, crossing the stone bridge, and entering the village.

"They've entered the village?"

Gao Qingya looked at it a few more times with curiosity and found that the jeep was actually heading in her direction.

In the entire Shanghe Village, not a single household owns a car.

If there is one, then that's half of it—her brother-in-law.

Moreover, cars and jeeps are not the same.

In the county town, only government vehicles use jeeps for official travel, and even those are the kind of military jeeps that you can tell at a glance are retired from the army.

Just then, the jeep pulled up to the parking lot. Gao Qingya carried Jiang Qiyue back to the front door and looked curiously at the people getting out of the car.

First, a middle-aged man wearing white gloves got out of the driver's seat, went around to the back, and opened the rear door.

Then another person jumped out of the passenger seat and turned back to smile at Gao Qingya.

"Secretary Weng?" Gao Qingya murmured in confusion.

Four people got off the car behind.

A doll-like girl, who looked about the same age as Gao Qingya.

She had blue eyes, black curly hair, and deep-set features. She wore a pink wool sweater, a white knitted skirt, and brown leather boots. Her hair was styled in a princess half-updo like in TV dramas, with curls cascading down her back, bouncing with her movements.

As soon as the girl got out of the car, she saw the pig hair and blood left over from the slaughter of the pig that morning, which hadn't been washed off properly. Her upturned nose wrinkled, and she immediately covered her mouth and nose with her white-gloved hand in disgust, humming a complaint:
"Second brother, are you sure you haven't come to the wrong place?"

She looks like a porcelain doll, but speaks fluent Mandarin.

Weng Yehua, who was called Second Brother, ignored her and helped an old lady with completely white hair get off the bus.

The old lady was dressed like a city dweller, and she wore two dazzling pearls on her ears. Although she looked old, you could still tell how stunningly beautiful she must have been in her youth.

Although the old lady's hair was completely white, her back was still straight. The winding and rugged mountain road had obviously exhausted her energy. She got out of the car and took a couple of breaths of fresh air before she recovered.

Following them was a middle-aged couple; the man was well-dressed, and the woman had a fashionable air about her.

Upon seeing Gao Qingya holding a child at the gate, the woman looked surprised, then glanced back at her husband.

Like, so similar!
The doll, who was still complaining about the poor sanitation in the countryside, was also stunned when she saw Gao Qingya.

Then he said, "So it really is here." (End of Chapter)