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

Early Tuesday morning, Jiang Baohai drove to Shanghe Village to pick up his wife and children to take them home.

Jiang Qiyue was squatting in the parking lot, using her grandfather's teapot to pour mud and roll it into balls. Seeing her father's black Santana in the distance, she excitedly shouted:
"Dad! Daddy!"

Although they call each other every day, the father and daughter haven't seen each other for half a month.

As soon as Jiang Baohai got out of the car, a small cannonball came hurtling up at him.

"Sweetie, have you missed Daddy?"

Jiang Baohai picked up his daughter, turned his face to her, and the little girl immediately expressed her longing with a loud kiss on the wooden horse.

"I miss my dad and my grandma the most."

Jiang Baohai rubbed his daughter's hair, and when he saw her dirty hands and the mud balls on the ground, his heart skipped a beat.

Looking down, I was shocked to find muddy handprints on my newly bought trousers and shirt.

"Jiang Qiyue, you really are a good daughter to your father," Jiang Baohai said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Qiyue chuckled and immediately put her little hands behind her back.

Now, her own clothes are dirty too.

The father and daughter exchanged a glance, hesitating whether to go into the courtyard, when Gao Qinghe, who had heard the commotion, came out with a smile.

Without even getting close, just by vaguely seeing the stiff postures of the father and daughter, one could guess that Jiang Qiyue must have done something bad again.

Upon closer inspection, oh, it's Dad's teapot. Oh well, it's alright then.

"Go wash up," Gao Qinghe said to the father and daughter with a smile.

The father and daughter exchanged a glance; it seemed that Mom/your mom was in a good mood today.

Jiang Baohai carried his daughter over, kissed his wife, and then took his daughter to wash her hands.

As for the clothes, they won't get clean if you wash them now. Once they're dry, just rub them a few times with your hands and the dirt will come off completely.

Jiang Baohai is so experienced that this is clearly not the first time he has dealt with this kind of problem.

Having a mischievous, active, and very curious daughter, the father can only try to protect her.

The father and daughter had reached an agreement, and Jiang Qiyue stretched out her little hands and obediently cooperated with her father to clean her.

"Make the soap," the little girl reminded her father.

After washing her hands clean, she held them up to her nose and smelled them. They smelled so good! Then she held them up to her father so he could smell them too.

Jiang Baohai took a sniff, and exclaimed, "It smells like lemon!"

"Want to have lunch before you leave?" Grandma Tian asked.

"Grandma," Jiang Baohai greeted her, saying that it was hot at noon and he should leave early so he wouldn't have lunch at home.

Following its little tail, it went straight upstairs to its bedroom.

Jiang Qiyue eagerly opened the wardrobe, Jiang Baohai took out a duffel bag, and Jiang Qiyue carried her mother's clothes to the sofa. The father and daughter worked together seamlessly and quickly packed her mother's clothes.

Jiang Qiyue's clothes had already been packed by her aunt, and her toys and fish tail specimen were put into a small crossbody bag, which she carried herself.

The father and daughter came downstairs with their luggage, just as Gao Qinghe finished her breakfast.

"Goodbye, Madam! Goodbye, Grandpa! Goodbye, Auntie! Goodbye, chicks!"

Jiang Qiyue waved goodbye to everyone and the chickens in the yard, then hugged her little shoulder bag and obediently climbed into the back seat, where her father had specially customized a fixed seat cushion for her.

Jiang Baohai fastened the ties for her and couldn't resist pinching his daughter's serious-looking chubby face.

Jiang Qiyue grinned and made a face at her father.

Jiang Baohai couldn't help but chuckle, patting his daughter's apple-shaped head and instructing, "Mommy will be sitting in the front with Daddy today. Call Daddy if you need anything." Jiang Qiyue waved her hand impatiently, "Okay!"

From the time she became conscious, Jiang Qiyue knew that as long as her father was around, her mother wouldn't belong to her alone.

The car door closed, Gao Qinghe gestured to her family not to see her off, nodded to Jiang Baohai, and the three of them drove away.

Grandma Tian was reluctant to leave and stood in front of the parking lot for a long time before turning around.

But then I thought about it again. Now the train from the provincial capital goes directly to Qing County. If I miss them, I can just take the train into the city. It only takes four hours to get there. I sighed in my heart, thinking that the country is getting better and better.

As Gao Qinghe and her family of three drove into Zhao Village, they met Qi Lianxin under a big tree at the village entrance, where she was carrying a small stool and chatting with the villagers.

She had been waiting here all morning, just so she could see her granddaughter soon.

Jiang Qiyue saw her grandmother through the car window and shouted, "Grandma!"

Qi Lianxin lifted her off the car, feeling a weight lift from her heart. She immediately told the villagers under the big tree that she was going home.

The grandmother and grandson carried the small stools and walked back by themselves.

Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai drove home first, took the luggage and the vegetables that Grandma Tian had packed out of the car, and put them in their proper places.

We're moving to the provincial capital in three days. There's more food we brought from the village than we can eat. Gao Qinghe instructed her mother-in-law:
"Take some out and deliver them to the neighbors. It's hot, they'll rot if they're left out too long."

Qi Lianxin was preoccupied with her granddaughter. While responding, she took out all the snacks in the house and turned on the TV, trying her best to attract Jiang Qiyue's attention.

"Grandma, how about playing games with Yueyue?"

"What cartoon does Yueyue want to watch? Grandma will pick it for you."

"Grandma will steam some egg custard for Yueyue in a little while. Yueyue loves Grandma's steamed egg custard the most. What will you do if you miss Grandma when you go to the provincial capital and can't eat it?"

As she spoke, she secretly wiped away a tear.

Gao Qinghe changed into her pajamas and came out of the room, only to find herself in the act. She and her husband exchanged a speechless glance.

Jiang Baohai took off his shirt, sat by the door, and rubbed the mud off his daughter's clothes. He said again:
"Mom, if you're so reluctant to part with Yueyue, why don't you come with us to the provincial capital?"

Gao Qinghe lay down on the sofa, eating her daughter's snacks, and even grabbed the remote control to tune to her favorite program.

"Mom, I really can't take care of Yueyue by myself without you."

Jiang Qiyue glared at her mother angrily; she wanted to watch cartoons!
Gao Qinghe: "It's not time to show cartoons yet. If you don't believe me, I'll tune in to every channel for you to watch them."

There were only eight channels in total. Gao Qinghe checked them all, and sure enough, there wasn't a single cartoon.

Jiang Qiyue's expectant, wide eyelids drooped little by little. "Okay."

"Grandma, play house with me."

She took the doll that her grandmother had given her and then went to find the Optimus Prime doll that her father had bought.

There was only an empty box left where the toys were kept. Jiang Qiyue screamed, "Dad! There's a thief in the house!"

Jiang Baohai rushed over and smiled, "Your toys were shipped ahead of schedule. You can play with them once they arrive at your new home."

Jiang Qiyue didn't understand what "sitting" meant, but knowing that she could play at the new house, she felt relieved and continued playing with her dolls.

Qi Lianxin looked at her granddaughter with reluctance, then glanced back at the memorial tablet of Jiang's father on the shrine.

“If you want to leave, then leave. I’m not leaving. I can’t leave your father all alone. If I leave, there will be no one to offer incense to him during festivals.”

With the opening up of policies in the past two years, coupled with Jiang Baohai's lifetime of experience, the group's business has been on track in just three years.

With production stable at home, Jiang Baohai is heading to the provincial capital to explore new markets. (End of Chapter)