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

Gao Qinghe, who was completely unaware of the conversation between the father and daughter, saw them return, smiled, got up, waved to them, and walked over to them.

"Why did it take you so long to buy this?"

Gao Qinghe noticed the cream stains left on Jiang Qiyue's lips. Since she didn't have any tissues nearby, she simply grabbed her daughter's own clothes and wiped them off for her.

Jiang Qiyue opened her mouth, wanting to save her clothes, then pouted and said, "Never mind."

It's strange that the little guy didn't yell "no".

Gao Qinghe's suspicious gaze fell on the silent man who exuded an aura of unapproachability.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked in a low voice, frowning.

Jiang Qiyue keenly sensed that her father's words were related to what she had just said.

The guilty little guy held his mother's hand in one hand and his father's hand in the other, dragging the two adults by himself.

"Mom and Dad, let's go home!"

Jiang Baohai scoffed coldly and strode forward.

Gao Qinghe glanced down at her daughter and asked, "What's wrong with your dad?"
Jiang Qiyue grinned awkwardly, then shook her head. She didn't know either.

The family was in the elevator. Gao Qinghe struck up a conversation with him twice, but he put his hands in his pockets and acted as if he were deaf.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Jiang Qiyue rushed to her front door, flashing a fake smile in an attempt to lighten the mood, and exclaimed, "I'm home!"

However, the two adults who stepped out of the elevator were both incredibly cool.

Gao Qinghe thought Jiang Baohai was crazy, that he didn't speak his mind.

Jiang Baohai coldly curled his lip. "I'm completely innocent and have always kept my distance from women other than my wife and children, unlike some people."

Jiang Qiyue took the initiative to get slippers for her parents.

She received a pat on the head from her father and a gentle kiss from her mother.

Jiang Baohai went straight into the study, glancing back at the woman before entering.

If you come and explain now, I'll give you another chance!
However, Gao Qinghe led her daughter into the kitchen to wash their hands, both of them with their backs to her, their eyes seemingly looking at nothing.

The door slammed shut with a loud "bang!"

The mother and daughter, who were washing their hands, turned around in surprise.

Jiang Qiyue whispered to her mother, "Mom, Dad seems angry."

Gao Qinghe thought about it the whole way, but couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

The only time I wasn't involved was the short period when my father and daughter went to the cake shop together.

"Baby, what did you and Daddy talk about when you went to buy bread?"

Gao Qinghe took off her and her daughter's dirty clothes and threw them into the washing machine. The mother and daughter then filled the bathtub with water and took a bubble bath together.

Kids love playing with bubbles. It relieves their tension and they chatter away to their moms.

Although the child's language skills were not strong, Gao Qinghe was still able to piece together the general course of events from her daughter's fragmented words.

It turns out it was all caused by "abs".

"What kind of person is he? At his age, he's still getting jealous like this." Gao Qinghe muttered to herself, unable to help but find it amusing.

Jiang Qiyue smeared the bubbles on her mother's face and then took a sniff.

"Mommy, it smells good."

As she was talking, she lunged at her mother's chest, but Gao Qinghe reacted quickly and pulled her away.

"Jiang Qiyue, how old are you?" Gao Qinghe asked, feigning seriousness.

Jiang Qiyue, who was being pulled away, answered reluctantly, "Three years old."

Gao Qinghe Education: "A three-year-old is already a big kid, should we follow the rules for big kids?"

Jiang Qiyue lowered her head, her small hands playing with the bubbles on the water's surface. "Okay."

But she couldn't resist swimming towards her mother, her big eyes darting around, observing her mother's reaction, slowly approaching, and finally nestled in her mother's arms. Gao Qinghe felt a small hand quickly touch her from beneath the bubbles, then withdraw.

It's both infuriating and pathetic.

I had no choice but to grab that little hand and punish her by tickling her armpits.

Jiang Qiyue burst out laughing, splashing water from the bathtub and spilling white foam all over the floor.

The mother and daughter were having a great time, unaware of how much they were suffering while waiting in the study.

It took a full hour for her to take a bath, and when she finished drying her hair, it was almost ten o'clock by the time Gao Qinghe finally put her daughter to sleep in her own bed.

Moving to the new house, where everyone has their own room, Gao Qinghe felt it was the perfect opportunity to have her daughter sleep in a separate room from her parents.

It means staying with the little one until they are completely asleep every day.

At the slightest sound or movement, she immediately opened her eyes.

So Gao Qinghe stayed with her daughter in her room for another hour.

It was almost eleven o'clock when I realized that even if I lifted Jiang Qiyue's hand and put it down, she still wouldn't wake up. Only then did I stretch and walk out of the children's room.

As soon as I stepped outside, I was met with a pair of cold, resentful phoenix eyes.

Gao Qinghe was caught off guard, thinking he was already asleep, and was genuinely startled.

Realizing what had happened, she angrily raised her fist and punched him in the chest.

Just as Jiang Baohai was about to retaliate, Gao Qinghe had already taken his hand.

For the past two years, she has lived a life of luxury, without any worries. She takes care of her skin and maintains it regularly every day, and her hands are even softer than before, so tender that they make people tremble.

If those hands were used... I can't even imagine how amazing it would be.

Gao Qinghe pulled the person into the bedroom, closed the door behind her, and leaned against the door, asking in a low voice with annoyance:

"Are you a cat? You walk without making a sound, you almost scared me into screaming."

She had finally managed to coax Jiang Qiyue, this little devil, to sleep. If she were woken up, she wouldn't be able to enjoy the big bed all tonight.

Just as she was about to continue berating him, a wave of heat hit her, and when Gao Qinghe looked up, her mouth was sealed shut.

Jiang Baohai held the person close to his chest and kissed them until they were both out of breath before letting go.

The last time the couple experienced something this exciting was the last time.

Gao Qinghe's legs went weak, and she had to cling to his neck to keep her balance.

Looking up, Jiang Baohai wasn't much better off than her. He had one hand on her waist and the other on the door, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her, his chest heaving violently, and the dimly lit bedroom was filled with his heavy breathing.

"Jealous?" she asked, a wicked smirk playing on her lips, knowing full well the answer.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Baohai's jealousy burned even brighter. He struggled to suppress the urge to bite off her delicate neck and moved closer to her, asking, "Are your abs nice?"

Gao Qinghe felt an itch on her neck and tried to turn her head away, but Jiang Baohai turned her head back to face him, insisting that she look into his eyes.

For some reason, she suddenly felt like laughing.

"Who are you asking?"

She actually dared to ask him whose name he was asking!

Jiang Baohai couldn't resist and gave her a punitive bite on the ear. "What do you think?"

She hissed, it didn't hurt, but it was so itchy it gave her goosebumps.

Knowing his patience was running out, Gao Qinghe coughed twice and asked in a seemingly serious tone:

"Didn't you say I could show off my beauty to my heart's content? So many people are looking at me on the street and you're not even jealous, you're actually quite smug, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Jiang Baohai said, "That's different!"

One is how others see her, and the other is how she sees others; those are two completely different things. (End of Chapter)