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

"Whoa!" Qi Lian was startled and quickly stepped aside, too embarrassed to ask:

"Little girl, did I bump into you?"

Hao Huaping, carrying a fruit basket, hurriedly shook her head. "I'm fine, Auntie. Oh, by the way, do you know a resident on the 12th floor of a building? Is their surname Gu?"

Qi Lianxin first sized up the young man in front of her. He had a very special temperament and smelled of ink. He shouldn't be a bad person.

Qi Lianxin asked in confusion, "What's your relationship to their family?"

Hao Huaping did not answer directly, but said, "I just went upstairs and knocked on the door but no one answered, so I'm not sure if I've found the right place."

Qi Lianxin felt that this must be someone she knew well to say such a thing, and said warmly:
"They've probably gone to work. Their nanny just went out to buy groceries and might not be back for a while."

"Okay, then I'll go upstairs and wait a bit." Hao Huaping stepped aside, making way for Qi Lianxin, and politely thanked her.

"It's alright, it's alright, don't mention it."

Qi Lianxin walked away with a smile. When she reached the elevator, she hesitated for a while, pondering. Her son and daughter-in-law had already taught her, and she had succeeded somewhat haphazardly that morning. Now, after a couple more tries, she was able to get on the elevator smoothly.

When they arrived at her doorstep, Qi Lianxin slapped her forehead – she recognized the girl!
I felt like he looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before. I thought I was just imagining things.

Just then, she remembered that her daughter-in-law, who was sleeping in late, should get up, and a thought flashed through her mind—she had seen that person in the maternity ward three years ago!
Whose is it again?

Qi Lianxin took out her keys to open the door while thinking for a long time but couldn't remember.

Gao Qinghe had just had a good sleep and came out of the room with her hair disheveled.

"Mom, you're back after going out?" Gao Qinghe asked in surprise.

Qi Lianxin said, "I've already gone out twice."

After changing into slippers, I immediately rolled up my sleeves and went into the kitchen to wash my hands and start cooking rice noodles for her.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner today? Have you all eaten?" Gao Qinghe asked curiously as she washed her face and applied face cream.

She didn't know what kind of face cream it was, but it smelled strangely fragrant. Qi Lianxin turned around and saw a face as white and tender as a peeled egg. Youth is truly wonderful.

"Rice noodles!" Gao Qinghe exclaimed with delight, "Mom, I'm so lucky to have you. I wake up to hot rice noodles from my hometown. I'm so happy!"

Qi Lianxin scoffed at her: "Stop trying to sweet-talk me into doing chores for you. I'm not falling for that."

That's what she said, but her smile was wider than anyone else's.

"Mom, you've got wrinkles around your eyes from laughing. After we finish eating, let's go to the mall and I'll get you a set of skincare products so you can take care of yourself."

Gao Qinghe opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of milk, opened it, and drank it directly.

It was icy cold, and I gulped it down in a few big mouthfuls. It was incredibly refreshing.

"Ouch!" Qi Lianxin snatched it from her, frowning and warning, "Be careful of diarrhea from drinking something so cold so early in the morning!"

With half a bottle remaining, he took out a hot milk pot, heated it up, and then placed it in front of Gao Qinghe.

"Thank you, Mom." Gao Qinghe wasn't ungrateful; her smile was brighter than a flower.

Upon seeing the milk, Qi Lianxin's memory was triggered by related images, and she suddenly exclaimed excitedly:
"My God! I finally remembered!"

Gao Qinghe, with powder in her mouth, looked up blankly and asked vaguely, "What are you thinking about?"

Qi Lianxin sat down opposite her and told her about the girl downstairs who had asked her questions.

"I've been trying to figure out who that person was, and then I saw you drinking milk. It finally dawned on me—wasn't that the poor little girl in your ward back then who didn't have enough milk? She was a teacher, right? Her name was something like Ping."

Gao Qinghe: "Hao Huaping?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Qi Lianxin nodded; that was the name.

Qi Lianxin wondered, why wasn't his daughter-in-law smiling anymore?

Gao Qinghe swallowed the soft rice noodles in her mouth, pondered for a moment, then smiled again and asked:
"Mom, who do you think she came to see?"

Qi Lianxin said, "The one who goes to kindergarten with our Yueyue, the one surnamed Gu, right?"

"Yes." Gao Qinghe nodded: "Mrs. Gu on the twelfth floor."

Qi Lianxin added, "She also brought a fruit basket, so it seems she came here specifically for this purpose."

She hadn't expected to see Hao Huaping in the provincial capital, after all, it was the provincial capital, far away from their small county.

The Eight Trigrams are an indispensable source of spiritual nourishment for the women of Zhao Village.

Qi Lianxin glanced at her daughter-in-law cautiously and couldn't help but ask tentatively, "I heard that she was reported for having personal misconduct issues. You two know each other, can you tell me if it's true?"

"She doesn't look like the kind of woman who would become a mistress."

As he spoke, he glanced at Gao Qinghe twice.

Gao Qinghe put down her chopsticks speechlessly. "Then what do you think a mistress should look like?"

Qi Lianxin coughed twice, feeling guilty, and looked up at the sky and the ground, but dared not look at her.

I sighed inwardly; appearances can be deceiving.

I never expected someone who looks so respectable would do such a thing.

"I should have ignored her earlier," Qi Lianxin said with a hint of regret.

After listening to her mother-in-law's words, Gao Qinghe had already guessed why Hao Huaping had come here.

She lived in Longjian Community for so many years in her previous life, and she knew all the information about her neighbors in the building.

Mrs. Gu, whose full name is Gu Wen, lives on the twelfth floor. She is a divorced, single, workaholic raising her child.

Yes, it's that dramatic; the "Gu" in her name and the "Gu" in "Gu Jingzhou" are the same person.

Gu Wen is Gu Jingzhou's cousin.

The Gu and Hao families are old friends. Hao Huaping and Gu Jingzhou were taken to play by Gu Wen since they were young, and the three of them had a very good relationship.

Gu Wen's current department is perfectly positioned to resolve the current public opinion storm surrounding Zhou Zhenghua and Hao Huaping.

As long as Gu Wen makes a phone call, Zhou Zhenghua's superiors will easily let the matter drop.

In another month or two, once the storm has passed, who among the ordinary people will still remember these two nobodys?

Even colleagues and superiors, after learning of the higher-ups' attitude, would only jokingly remark over tea: "Which man didn't have one or two confidantes when he was young?"

Gao Qinghe told her mother-in-law to change her clothes, and that she would take her shopping in a little while.

She stood there for a moment, then turned around and went to the phone, dialing a number she had never dialed before.

The phone rang several times, and Gao Qinghe thought no one would answer, when suddenly a deep, suspicious male voice came through.

"Who?"

His family didn't know about this phone number; only his closest friends had it.

A soft laugh suddenly came from the other end of the phone. Gu Jingzhou wasn't lying; goosebumps immediately appeared on his skin.

"Gao Qinghe!?" Gu Jingzhou exclaimed in surprise.

Gao Qinghe laughed and said, "Yes, it's me. What? Did I scare you?"

I was really startled.

However, Gu Jingzhou would never admit it.

He asked somewhat warily, "Why are you calling me? And why this private number?"

Gao Qinghe: "I have something to tell you. Your ex-girlfriend came to see your cousin."

I casually mentioned that Hao Huaping and Zhou Zhenghua had been reported, to test their attitude.

Gu Jingzhou paused for a moment, then said helplessly, "What does her looking for my cousin have to do with me?"

"By the way, you're calling at a good time. I have a project I'd like to ask if you'd be interested in investing in."

Fearing she might refuse with any excuse, Gu Jingzhou quickly offered a tempting offer.

"It's a piece of land."

"Don't pretend you're broke. Even your husband doesn't have as much money as I do. I know exactly how much tax you pay."

Gao Qinghe chuckled, "Okay, name a time, but I'm busy today, I'm going shopping."

The phone call was hung up so decisively.

Gu Jingzhou smiled wryly; this person was more interested in his gossip than making money. (End of Chapter)