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

Feeling the tight grip on her waist, Gao Qinghe knew that if she didn't make things clear tonight, she wouldn't be able to get past this old man.

Jiang Baohai asked, "Is he more handsome than me?"

Gao Qinghe looked carefully at the handsome face in front of her and nodded seriously.

"A little bit more handsome than you."

Jiang Baohai was furious when he heard this answer, but he had no way to refute it.

After all, he's not Tony Leung or Takeshi Kaneshiro.

"Younger than me?"

"Yes, she is a little younger than you."

"Richer than me?"

"That's not true."

Gao Qinghe said with satisfaction, "Don't worry, you definitely have more money than him."

Jiang Baohai felt he should be happier, but he just couldn't be.

Because he has nothing but money!
"His abs are better looking than mine?"

After all that buildup, we finally got to this point.

Gao Qinghe suppressed a laugh and shook her head, "Not as good-looking as you."

The feeling of youthful innocence intertwined with a mature body is particularly captivating.

Of course, Gao Qinghe only silently added the last sentence in her mind and did not say it out loud.

Sure enough, the corners of someone's mouth, which they had been suppressing, couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Why are you looking at those that aren't as good-looking as mine? Aren't there enough of the ones at home for you to look at? You can not only look at them, but you can also touch them as you please."

Gao Qinghe grabbed the man's belt in front of her and said, "Let me touch it."

Jiang Baohai's forehead throbbed violently, and he immediately picked the person up and threw him onto the bed.

He then took off his shirt, straddled her, and took her hand, saying, "Touch me, touch me however you like, touch me properly, touch me slowly."

He refused to believe he couldn't satisfy her!

How could a greenhorn have the experience of an old man who has lived two lives?

As their emotions ran high, Jiang Baohai whispered seductively in Gao Qinghe's ear:
"Just glance at those other men outside; they're ignorant and don't know how to serve a woman. So, just focus on your husband, okay?"

Gao Qinghe's mind was filled with his question "Is it okay?", and she didn't hear what he said before. To make herself feel more satisfied, she kept saying "okay".

As expected, the older man was indeed more cunning, and Gao Qinghe slept until noon the next day.

Looking at the crystal chandelier overhead and the blinding sunlight streaming in from the window, I felt a little dazed.

"woke up."

Jiang Baohai's voice suddenly came from inside the room.

Gao Qinghe turned around and saw a man dressed in casual home clothes, sitting on the sofa by the window with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper in his hand, and asking with a smile:

"Are you hungry? I bought some steamed buns and congee with preserved egg. I'll heat them up for you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the time on his wristwatch and smiled indulgently again.

"It's lunchtime, why don't we go downstairs to the restaurant for lunch?"

Gao Qinghe is definitely not someone who likes to waste food; the idea of ​​wasting food is deeply ingrained in the Chinese people.

He shook his head and said, "Let's just eat at home."

"Okay." Jiang Baohai put down the newspaper, got up, went to the bedside, and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. "You wash up first, I'll heat it up."

Gao Qinghe and the others had all reached the door when she suddenly sat up, jolted awake, and asked:
"Where's my baby?!"

The sound of light footsteps came from the living room, growing louder as it approached.

Soon, Jiang Qiyue's small figure appeared at the door.

After being glared at by his father, the little guy only dared to stand at the doorway and tilt his head towards the room.

"Mommy~, Daddy won't let me disturb your sleep." So she's been obediently watching cartoons alone in the living room.

The little girl looked quite proud.

Gao Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, waved her hand, and the little girl immediately made a face at her father, ran into the room, kicked off her slippers, climbed onto her mother's bed, and gave her a big hug. Jiang Baohai gave his daughter a warning nod from afar, then smiled gently at his wife, turned around and went into the kitchen to heat up food for his wife and child.

When Gao Qinghe finished washing up and came out, Jiang Baohai had just heated up the steamed buns and porridge and put them on the table.

Jiang Qiyue frowned slightly in disgust, leaning on the table and muttering, "Eating little buns again."

"The ones Daddy warms up by hand are different from the ones outside. Baby, don't you want to try some?"

Jiang Baohai picked up a small steamed bun and put it into his daughter's small plastic bowl, then winked at her mysteriously.

Jiang Qiyue's curiosity was instantly piqued, and she decided to give it a try.

Full of anticipation, I took a big bite, and it tasted exactly the same as the ones I usually buy on the street.

The little guy realized he had been tricked, and with a mouthful of xiaolongbao in his mouth, he didn't know whether to spit it out or swallow it.

"Swallow."

Gao Qinghe glanced at him, and Jiang Qiyue subconsciously swallowed.

Jiang Qiyue refused to eat another xiaolongbao, even if it meant death. Instead, she held a half-bowl of preserved egg porridge and ate it by herself, blowing on it slowly with a spoon.

"Baby misses Grandma. Grandma makes lots of delicious buns, with carrots, corn kernels, and mushrooms."

Jiang Qiyue ate her porridge while talking to herself.

Jiang Baohai pretended not to hear and focused on helping his wife tear off the hardest pleats from the xiaolongbao. He ate the pleats himself, while his wife ate the meat and the soft skin.

Gao Qinghe wanted to drink porridge, but Jiang Baohai stopped her hand and gave her a look that said, "How can your wife work so hard?"

I picked up the bowl and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Gao Qinghe glared at him. What's going on? Our daughter is still here.

Jiang Baohai shook his head. What was there to be afraid of with his own daughter?
Okay. She really didn't have much energy. Gao Qinghe comfortably enjoyed her husband's services.

The couple fed each other, their eyes only on one another.

Jiang Qiyue: "."

Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, as long as Mom and Daddy are reconciled, that's all that matters~
After finishing a not-so-lavish or delicious lunch, the family of three, though full, still craved snacks. They tacitly took out some snacks and sat on the sofa to satisfy their cravings.

I was eating when the phone rang at home.

Jiang Qiyue glanced at her parents, who were sticking together, and the couple exchanged a knowing look.

Jiang Qiyue sighed resignedly, then quickly used her short legs to run to answer the phone.

"Hello? I'm Jiang Qiyue, who are you?"

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Jiang Qiyue threw away the dried sweet potato in her hand and burst into tears.

"Waaaaah, Grandma, Yueyue misses you so much!"

The lovey-dovey couple exchanged a glance, as if they had forgotten something very important.

Gao Qinghe: "What day did your mother say she was coming to the provincial capital?"

Jiang Baohai: "Today?"

TRAIN STATION--

Qi Lianxin, who was eagerly anticipating seeing her granddaughter as soon as she got off the train, was standing in front of a newsstand near the train station, guarding two large, heavy bags, looking helpless and angry.

She called her son and daughter-in-law early in the morning to tell them that she was taking the train at 10 a.m. and would probably arrive at 2 p.m.

The train was just ten minutes late, and she was worried that the young people would have to wait too long. As soon as she got off the train, she hurriedly left the station carrying two heavy bags.

This was Qi Lianxin's first time taking a train. The train station was bustling with people, and strangers kept rushing up to her asking if she needed a ride, if she needed accommodation, and asking who she was looking for in the city, saying they could take her there.

Those people didn't look like good people at all, and Qi Lianxin was terrified, clutching her bundle tightly the whole time.

At that moment, all she could think about was getting off the train quickly. Her son was waiting outside, and once she saw them, everything would be alright.

To her surprise, upon exiting the station, she was met only with unsettling skyscrapers and rapidly moving traffic.

I didn't see even a single familiar face.

Qi Lianxin's first thought was that she had taken the wrong path.

She retraced her steps and circled around several times before she could believe it—her unreliable son and daughter-in-law had completely forgotten she was supposed to come today! (End of Chapter)