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

"Sis, what level is that Military No. 7 Middle School that Uncle mentioned?"

Gao Qinghe first recalled her memories of her previous life. She had no children of her own, and her knowledge of the schools in the provincial capital came from snippets of information she had gathered from her social media circle.

The No. 7 Military Middle School that my uncle mentioned was later renamed the No. 11 Provincial Middle School, and it was on par with the No. 1 Provincial Middle School in the provincial capital.

I heard from my friends that in the early 1990s, the college entrance rate of No. 7 Middle School was even better than that of No. 1 Middle School, making it the top high school in the province.

In particular, their science scores far surpassed those of other schools.

Because all the physics and chemistry teachers in the school were transferred from the military research institute.

"It seems to be a pretty good high school, comparable to No. 1 High School." Gao Qinghe put it rather tactfully to avoid revealing that she knew too much.

Even so, Gao Qingya couldn't help but let out a low "Holy crap" when she heard it.

"Sis, I feel like I missed out on a million dollars?"

The girl murmured to herself, and without waiting for her sister's response, she clenched her fist again and said:
"But I still support my dad's choice. We can get into university on our own!"

Gao Qinghe was pleased. "Not bad, just like my sister, she has backbone."

Gao Qingya felt pleased to be praised and became even more determined to rely on her own ideas.

Gao Qinghe yawned and said lazily, "I'm not chatting anymore, I'm going to sleep, I'm sleepy."

Gao Qingya gave an "oh" and obediently shut her mouth.

The two sisters slept soundly through the night, only to discover upon waking that so many other people hadn't slept well the previous night.

Needless to say, Mom and Dad had red and swollen eyes, clearly indicating that the couple had been talking all night.

The new grandmother and her uncle and aunt all had dark circles under their eyes.

Perhaps it was because the electric blanket was too hot, but Huo Jinyu got a blister on the corner of her mouth.

Jenny didn't sleep well either, not because of family matters, but because she was used to sleeping on a soft Simmons mattress, and Gao Qingya's hard brown mattress made her toss and turn all night without being able to sleep.

Just as I was starting to adjust a little in the middle of the night, I heard chickens crowing, dogs barking, and the agonizing screams of pigs being slaughtered coming from the neighboring village.

Having grown accustomed to living abroad, Jenny had never had the chance to witness such a vibrant rural morning. From the moment she opened her eyes until dawn, all she could think about was urging her grandmother to hurry back to their old house in the provincial capital.

Unfortunately, she had barely begun to speak when Weng Yehua covered her mouth and dragged her away.

Grandma Tian seemed to be in good spirits. When she saw her two daughters-in-law arrive with glutinous rice, she started making blood sausage.

Huo Jinyu wanted to improve relations between the two families, so she offered to help.

Since her mother-in-law was already involved, Weng Ling dared not remain idle. She borrowed a pair of sleeves from Huang Ying and joined the team making blood sausage.

When Gao Qinghe got up, she saw a group of women sitting in the kitchen making blood sausage, and she felt a magical sense of absurdity.

The family that slaughtered the pig in the village invited everyone to a feast, and Jiang Baohai happened to arrive just in time.

After the family members introduced themselves to each other, Jiang Baohai and his father-in-law led Gao Chongli, Weng Yehua, and Jenny to have a pig-killing feast.

Gao Qingya joined in the fun and went along too.

They didn't return until it was almost dark at dusk.

The Gao brothers, who seemed a bit estranged yesterday, appeared much closer after spending the day together.

Gao Qingya took Jenny to the cellar and brought back a basket of sweet potatoes. The two of them lit a charcoal brazier to roast the sweet potatoes and ate them.

Gao Qingya used Jenny as her oral English practice partner, and Jenny was very cooperative. The two of them had a lot of fun, going back and forth with each other.

Meanwhile, Huo Jinyu learned about Gao Chongyi's life over the years from Grandma Tian and others, and her desire to persuade him to go back faded.

That evening, everyone seemed to have truly become a loving family, gathering around a table for a three-hour meal.

The next morning, the green jeep left Shanghe Village with regret.

Gao Chongyi watched the car drive away, then turned to look at his wife, whose eyes were full of worry, and smiled at her.

"Now you can rest assured, when have I ever lied to you?"

Huang Ying couldn't help but laugh, and took out the phone number her mother-in-law had given her. "This is the phone number and address of the old house. After the New Year, take some time to go back and visit."

Gao Chongyi nodded. "It's time to go back and take a look." Behind him, Gao Qinghe leaned against Jiang Baohai, tilting her head back and asking him teasingly:

"How are you feeling? Any surprises?"

Jiang Baohai chuckled helplessly, "It was indeed a bit unexpected."

Who would have thought that the Huo family, which was on par with the Gu family in the Southwest in his previous life, was actually related to his wife?

The jeep was already out of sight when the Gao family, who had been seeing it off at the village entrance, finally returned.

After handing the child over to her younger sister, Gao Qinghe took her husband's hand, and the couple slowly walked at the back.

It was not yet seven o'clock, the sky was foggy, and a cold wind was blowing from the mountain pass. Gao Qinghe shivered from the cold, but was inexplicably excited.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Baohai asked, amused, as he put her hands in his pockets to cover them.

Gao Qinghe said curiously, "There was no family reunion in our past life, but it suddenly happened in this one. Did the butterfly effect we created create too big of a stir?"

"Isn't that good?"

Jiang Baohai squeezed his wife's soft, boneless hand. "I actually think this is quite interesting. If everything were the same as in the last life, it would be extremely boring."

Gao Qinghe: "Aren't you worried about how things will develop in the future?"

Jiang Baohai shook his head. "The unknown represents countless possibilities."

The couple exchanged a glance and said in unison, "I love this feeling!"

The two walked hand in hand past the Zhou family's gate. Hao Huaping was standing at the entrance of the old house, watching them.

When she met Gao Qinghe's gaze, she smiled slightly and said:

"I never imagined that Secretary Weng was actually your cousin."

Gao Qinghe raised an eyebrow. "So?"

Hao Huaping gestured for her to wait a moment, then turned and went into the house. She came out with a red box and handed it to Gao Qinghe.

"Could you please return this thing that he secretly placed in front of my window to him?"

After a pause, Hao Huaping gritted her teeth and said, "Please tell him not to create these kinds of surprises anymore. I don't like him, and I don't see this as a surprise at all."

After saying that, he stuffed the gift into Gao Qinghe's hand, turned around and walked towards the Zhou family's courtyard without looking back.

"Huh?" Gao Qinghe was stunned.

He then glanced at Jiang Baohai in surprise and commented seriously, "This unknown is a bit awkward."

Jiang Baohai shrugged indifferently and urged his wife to open the box and see what surprises were inside.

The box wasn't big, about half the size of a shoebox.

Anyway, Weng Yehua won't be back until after the New Year, so he's not here now.

Gao Qinghe thought to herself that even if she looked, he wouldn't know, so she decisively opened the box.

"Two cups. A lifetime?"

Gao Qinghe's lips twitched violently. What a terrible gift-giving trap for straight men!

Jiang Baohai clicked his tongue, closed the box, and nodded in the direction Hao Huaping had left.
"No wonder he gave her this."

No wonder they weren't surprised at all and even wanted to return it.

Gao Qinghe: "Jiang Baohai, what are you laughing at?"

Jiang Baohai suddenly remembered how protective his dear wife was of her own people, and the sneer on his face instantly froze.

"Ahem." He coughed lightly twice, his fist pressed to his lips, and explained with a pained expression:

"I'm laughing at Hao Huaping for being ungrateful and missing out on such a promising young man."

Gao Qinghe hugged the box and snorted, "Second Brother may be straightforward, but he deserves better!"

Jiang Baohai quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes." (End of Chapter)