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

"Are you looking for me?"

Ouyang Yan turned around upon hearing the sound. She had a trendy perm, wore light makeup, and was dressed in a long skirt.

The last time Gao Qinghe saw her, she was wearing an apron and her hair was tied up in a messy bun.

It seems that last month, when Zhong celebrated her 55th birthday, Zhou Zhenghua, who had been transferred to the Linxian County Tax Bureau, also returned. Ouyang Yan, who had been separated from her husband for half a year, showed no intention of dressing up when she saw him return.

"I heard you're moving to the provincial capital?"

Ouyang Yan patted her skirt, which had been blown away by the wind. The lake-green gauze skirt shimmered and sparkled in the sunlight. She felt that she was in a very good mood today.

But the sunlight seemed to favor Gao Qinghe. As soon as Gao Qinghe appeared, dressed in a homespun pajamas, the sunlight slanted towards her.

After all these years, Ouyang Yan finally understood that some people are born with dazzling brilliance.

Even though she had become someone else's wife and mother, she still left an indelible mark on her husband's heart.

Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai are indeed preparing to move out. They have taken back one of their two rental properties in the provincial capital, which was renovated at the end of last year. Their family will move in before the start of the school year in September.

Jiang Qiyue has reached the age where she can attend kindergarten.

Jiang Qiyue, who had been taken by her mother to the kindergarten gate since she was little to watch how happy other children were playing, was really looking forward to it.

Gao Qinghe nodded, then politely asked Ouyang Yan, "I heard that Section Chief Zhou's work unit allocated an apartment. Are you planning to move to the neighboring county?"

Ouyang Yan's lips curled into a smile that Gao Qinghe couldn't decipher, a smile that seemed to be both contempt and self-mockery.

"We're moving. My mother-in-law is also planning to move with us. Now that her son is successful, a mother should enjoy the good life along with him."

Gao Qinghe wasn't interested in her family's affairs, but Ouyang Yan's resentful gaze made her uncomfortable.

Her mother-in-law likes to cling to her son, what does that have to do with her?
"What exactly do you want to say to me?"

"Qinghe, can you help me persuade Zhenghua?"

That sounded strange. Gao Qinghe crossed her arms and asked in confusion, "What can I say to him?"

Ouyang Yan said to herself, "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but my husband spends every day with my best friend Hao Huaping. He says they are soulmates and he has never done anything to betray me, but I know that he no longer cares about our family."

“You two grew up together as childhood sweethearts. So many years have passed, and although he hasn’t said anything on the surface, I know that he still has feelings for you. You are a special person to him. So, if you are willing to persuade him, he will definitely listen to you.”

Ouyang Yan looked at Gao Qinghe expectantly, "Please help me, he will definitely listen to you. Just take pity on me and Xiaocao. You also have a daughter. Can you bear to see your child standing at the door waiting for her father to come home, only to be disappointed by his absence?"

Gao Qinghe had only two words in her mind—absurd!
She didn't know how Ouyang Yan could come up with such an absurd idea, actually asking another woman to help persuade her husband to come home and settle down.

"You must have taken the wrong medicine today. I'll pretend I didn't hear your nonsense."

Gao Qinghe turned to go home, but Ouyang Yan quickly grabbed her arm and said emotionally:
"You must promise me! Only you can convince him!"

Realizing she had been too fierce, Ouyang Yan immediately put on a twisted smile and said:
"I'll give you the money, okay? Just tell me how much you want, and I'll give it to you!"

Two streams of murky tears streamed down Gao Qinghe's smiling face. Her brows furrowed, and she forcefully shook off the hand on her arm.

Ouyang Yan was thrown back and stumbled a couple of steps. Before she knew it, she fell to the ground.

"mom!"

A little girl rushed out and tried to pull her mother up, but how could a three-year-old child pull an adult?
Ouyang Yan hugged her daughter tightly, buried her face in her shoulder, and sobbed.

The little girl patted her mother's head, just as her mother would comfort her, "Mommy, don't cry, whimper it won't hurt anymore, whimper~"

The little girl blew hard on her mother, her eyes full of concern. "It's Mommy's birthday today, Mommy, please don't cry, okay?"

Three-year-old Zhou Xiaocao saw her mother crying and started to cry herself out of fear.

The little one suddenly clenched his fists and sobbed, "Daddy's bad, we don't want Daddy anymore, Mommy, don't cry."

"stand up."

Gao Qinghe walked back speechlessly, first pulling Zhou Xiaocao away, then dragging Ouyang Yan up.

It takes some effort to lift a person weighing 130 pounds.

Gao Qinghe was glad that she did aerobics whenever she had free time, and that she was in good physical shape; otherwise, she really wouldn't have been able to hold onto Ouyang Yan, who refused to get up.

"Is it your birthday today?" Gao Qinghe asked tentatively.

Ouyang Yan sneered, without denying it.

On a day meant for a happy birthday, she came here acting crazy. Considering what the child said, Gao Qinghe could guess that the couple must have had a falling out today.

"What happened?"

Ouyang Yan smiled reassuringly at her worried daughter, wiped away her tears of fear, sniffed, and lowered her head to say:
“He said he wanted to celebrate my birthday, and the three of us happily went to the restaurant. I casually asked him if he and Hao Huaping often ate at this restaurant, and he said I was overthinking it and that I was ruining the atmosphere.”

"In the end, I couldn't hold back and argued with him in front of the child. He then left my daughter and me and went back to his workplace."

Gao Qinghe said irritably, "If you're upset, why don't you go after him and cause him trouble? Why are you coming to me for help!"

Ouyang Yan now realized how ridiculous she had been. She apologized to Gao Qinghe, picked up her child, returned to the Zhou family courtyard, quickly packed her and her daughter's luggage, and took the afternoon bus to leave.

"He treated me like this, I will never let them be together openly!"

These are the words Ouyang Yan said before she left.

Seeing her unwilling and resentful expression, Gao Qinghe knew that she had completely fallen into the quagmire of marriage.

There are only two possible outcomes.

Either the two of them get stuck together, struggling in the swamp forever until they die.

Either one of them climbs out of the swamp, stepping on the bones of the other, covered in mud.

At least one person has to die.

If she had to choose between the two, Gao Qinghe would naturally prefer that Ouyang Yan was the one who climbed out.

You can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep unless they choose to wake up on their own.

"Sister, what happened to Ouyang Yan?"

Gao Qingya heard the mother and daughter crying outside the courtyard. When she saw her sister return, she asked in confusion.

Unless necessary, Gao Qinghe would not gossip about other people's affairs. She glanced at her younger sister, signaling her not to be so gossipy.

I scooped up my daughter, who had gotten watermelon juice all over her mouth from eating watermelon on the sofa, and took her to the bathroom to rinse it off.

A handful of water was splashed directly onto the dirty little face. Jiang Qiyue's cry of "Mommy!" was instantly drowned out. She quickly closed her mouth and eyes, resigned to having her face smeared with water by her mother. (End of Chapter)