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

Gao Qinghe took out her key, first opened the outermost perforated security door, and then opened the inner thick metal door.

The key turned a few times, and then with a click, the door opened.

The new home, decorated primarily in white, yellow, and green, slowly unfolded before the mother and daughter.

The setting sun shone through the semi-circular balcony into the living room, adding a warm orange hue to the furniture.

The decoration and layout are exactly the same as in my previous life, but this time, there is a mischievous little one in the house.

Jiang Qiyue glanced at her mother, received her permission and nodded, then immediately rushed into the new home.

The little one was thrilled to see the large balcony, the first one he'd ever seen, and discovered he could see the swimming pool downstairs in the complex.

The living room was huge, with a white carpet on the floor. The little girl lay down on the floor, rolled around on the carpet, and giggled.

She'd made up her mind; she'd play with Optimus Prime here from now on.

The dining table in the new house is made of stone!
Taking advantage of her mother's inattention, Jiang Qiyue climbed onto the dining chair and bit the tabletop with her upper mouth; the white marble table was rock hard.

The little girl frowned in disgust, patted the table leg with her little hand, and then slipped into the kitchen with her hands behind her back.

The semi-open kitchen is the only difference between this and the kitchen I had in my previous life.

The white, L-shaped kitchen features a well-designed workflow, ample storage space, and a spacious and clean countertop.

Jiang Qiyue tiptoed and opened the refrigerator door. A blast of cold air hit her, but it was empty.

There were no good sodas, no big watermelons, and no milk brick ice cream.

Jiang Qiyue curiously wandered around the kitchen and saw the refrigerator, rice cooker, and another new thing she didn't recognize.

"Mom, what is this?"

The little guy pointed to a square box-like object on the table and asked curiously.

Gao Qinghe closed the door, placed the purchased items on the shoe cabinet by the entrance, and opened the cabinet to find three pairs of brand-new slippers still in their packaging.

It was probably bought when Jiang Baohai came to arrange the furniture and interior decoration last time.

Gao Qinghe unpacked the package, changed into slippers, and then carried her daughter's slippers into the kitchen.

He glanced at it and replied, "This is a microwave oven."

"Mommy, what is Bobo?"

Jiang Qiyue found the last character difficult to pronounce, so she gave it a name.

Gao Qinghe taught her to read it twice, word by word. The little one learned it, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she asked again:
"Mom, what does Bobo do?"

Gao Qinghe figured that if she could read, it meant her language skills were fine, so she let her have her own nickname.

He explained, "A microwave oven is used to heat food."

"Mom, why do we need to heat the food?"
"Because the food will get cold."

Gao Qinghe gestured for her daughter to take off her crystal sandals and put on slippers instead.

The new house had just undergone a thorough cleaning, and the natural wood-colored wooden floors were spotless; she didn't want them to get dirty.

Jiang Qiyue didn't really want to change her shoes. She liked the sandals her dad bought her the most right now. They had sparkly flowers on them, and wearing them made her feel like a princess!

Gao Qinghe lifted her eyelids, and Jiang Qiyue immediately squatted down obediently, changed her shoes herself, picked up the shoes she had taken off and ran to the front door, glanced at her mother, and pointed her little finger at the shoe cabinet.

This is asking her if she wants it stored inside.

Gao Qinghe nodded, and the little guy understood. He opened the shoe cabinet, neatly arranged his crystal inside, closed the door, and ran to the four rooms in the corridor.

Passing by the first room, I only had to glance at it once to know that it must be my parents' room.

Because there are photos of my parents hanging on the wall.

Jiang Qiyue continued exploring without interest. The two rooms opposite the master bedroom were quite small and empty, with only curtains installed.

As they walked into the room next to the master bedroom, the door opened, and Jiang Qiyue's delighted cry of "Mom!" rang out.

A small bed with a few plush toys on the headboard, a small wardrobe with a blue elephant painted on it, a small table and chairs, and a large play area covered with a numbered foam mat.

There was a low cabinet against the wall, covered with unopened, colorful picture books. Jiang Qiyue felt like a little mouse that had fallen into a rice bin, liking this book and that book.

"Mom, I love this home the most!"

Jiang Qiyue ran to her mother with a pile of picture books in her arms and said excitedly.

Gao Qinghe picked up her daughter and stood in front of the balcony, watching the golden sunset slowly descend.

"Wow~" Jiang Qiyue thought the sky outside her new home was so beautiful.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, the doorbell rang.

Jiang Qiyue looked at her mother with surprise, "Dad."

Gao Qinghe heard the familiar sound of keys, put her daughter down, and nodded to her.

The little guy couldn't wait and ran towards the door.

The door opened, and he immediately rushed forward.

Jiang Baohai had just opened the door when his daughter suddenly appeared, picking up the incredibly excited little one and looking up into the room.

Gao Qinghe stood against the light, looking at them from the balcony.

Although he couldn't see his wife's face clearly, Jiang Baohai felt that her gaze was gentle and her lips were adorned with a happy smile.

"I am coming."

"Ah."

“Dad!” Jiang Qiyue pointed to the kitchen and said, “Bobo can heat things up.”

She then pointed towards her room and said there were lots and lots of picture books inside, which she loved.

She also complained about the hard stone dining table in her home.

The sun set quickly, and Jiang Baohai turned on the lights. The bright crystal chandelier in the living room sparkled, and Jiang Qiyue received another new surprise.

He pushed the two suitcases in, closed the door, and found a new pair of men's slippers already placed on the floor.

Jiang Baohai's heart softened. Looking at the mother and daughter who had gathered around him, he thought, this is perhaps the kind of home that a man would risk his life to protect.

"Have you eaten?" Gao Qinghe asked.

Jiang Baohai shook his head. He had been eager to meet up with the two of them as soon as possible and couldn't bear to waste time eating.

Under her father's eye instruction, Jiang Qiyue stretched out her hands and laboriously pushed the two suitcases into her parents' bedroom.

After finishing, she looked up with her cute little face, asking for praise.

Dad gave her a thumbs up, and Mom smiled and ruffled her apple-shaped hair, saying, "Baby, you're great."

Jiang Qiyue instantly felt full of energy and eagerly offered to help with the work.

"You bought noodles and vegetables?"

Jiang Baohai brought the bag from the shoe cabinet inside and was surprised to find that it contained vegetables.

Let's not talk about the past life. In the four years of marriage in this life, he has never seen any vegetables in the bags she brings home.

Gao Qinghe didn't miss his surprised expression, and leaned against the dining table with a smile, saying:

"I guessed you hadn't eaten yet, so I bought some noodles and some greens, tomatoes, and eggs to make noodles for you."

"You'll give it to me?"

Gao Qinghe smiled but remained silent.

Jiang Baohai chuckled helplessly, rolled up his sleeves, and asked, "Would you like to eat some more?"

Jiang Qiyue didn't know what it meant to be full; she always wanted to join in the fun, so she immediately raised her little hand and said:
"Yes, Mom wants some too."

She eagerly pulled out a chair, intending to help wash the vegetables.

She loved helping her mother-in-law and grandmother wash vegetables; it meant she could play in the water. (End of Chapter)