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

Saturday has arrived again.

Today was the day to take her daughter to the swimming pool, and Gao Qinghe planned to pick her up from school after her afternoon nap, as usual.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Baohai returned halfway through his afternoon nap.

Qi Lianxin, who was mending her granddaughter's pants, was attracted by the sound of the door opening and looked up in surprise.

"Why are you back so early today?"

"Starting this week, the company will change the one-day-a-half-day weekend to a regular one.

Jiang Baohai quickly changed his shoes, but did not put down his handbag.

Qi Lianxin asked curiously, "Are we going out again?"

Jiang Baohai nodded to his mother and quietly pushed open the door to the master bedroom and went inside.

Gao Qinghe was woken up by the noise and asked lazily, squinting her eyes, "Why are you back?"

Jiang Baohai sat down on the edge of the bed, and Gao Qinghe's eyes snapped open and she stared at him.

Who gave you permission to touch my silk bedsheets with your outer clothes?!

The man, whose buttocks were about to touch the edge of the bed, immediately moved away awkwardly. He could only squat by the bed, reach out and gently stroke his wife's pert nose, and coax her softly:
"Get up quickly. From now on, the company's holiday will be changed to one and a half days. I'll accompany you to take Yueyue to the Children's Palace on Saturday."

Gao Qinghe hadn't quite caught on yet, so she stretched and sat up, teasing him:
"Is it because you want to rest for half a day, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Baohai retorted, "If this isn't employee benefit, then it just shows that I'm a handsome and kind-hearted boss."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned closer and said, "I'm being your free driver, shouldn't you give me a reward?"

"It's already free, why would you want a reward?"

Gao Qinghe pushed him away ruthlessly. He came in without changing his clothes and smelled of dust.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was only a few minutes off. I yawned, quickly got out of bed, and changed my clothes.

The wardrobe is already half full, and 99% of the clothes inside are brand new ones that have just been bought, with the tags still on.

Gao Qinghe pondered whether to wear a dress or a tank top with shorts.
I have a free driver today, so I'll wear a black strappy dress and my new black silk satin high heels.

By the way, you can pair it with gold jewelry; the larger the piece, the better the fashion effect.

Gao Qinghe immediately took out the gold jewelry from the safe and paired it with her all-black outfit; the effect was indeed quite good.

Her long hair was held up with a shark clip, with the ends casually falling down, giving her a lazy yet elegant look.

"How was it?" Gao Qinghe circled around in front of her husband, eagerly awaiting his feedback.

Jiang Baohai's expression, however, was quite intriguing.

"We're going to the Children's Palace, not to a banquet, honey," the man gently reminded her.

Gao Qinghe: "I think it's great."

"Then wait for me."

Join if you can't beat it!

Jiang Baohai immediately took out his newly made dark red suit, which he hadn't had time to wear yet, and put it on.

I went to the bathroom and got my hair waxed, then styled it into a slicked-back look.

Afterwards, feeling that something was still missing, they took out their wedding gold rings and gave one to each of them.

The couple exchanged a glance, then walked hand in hand out of their home to pick up Jiang Qiyue from kindergarten.

Qi Lianxin's jaw dropped in astonishment, remaining agape even after the front door was completely closed.

The striking contrast of black and red, the woman's elegant gait, the man's dashing stride—the beautiful woman and handsome man—dazzled passersby the moment they stepped out of the elevator.

Jiang Baohai took off his sunglasses and said to the teacher in a deep voice, "We've come to pick up Jiang Qiyue."

The ending note has an exceptionally strong bubbly sound.

The teacher shuddered and looked the couple in front of him up and down.

The woman is beautiful, the man is handsome, and their demeanor is... pretentious!

Jiang Qiyue, who had just run out in surprise, was caught off guard by her parents' charming smiles, and her little body froze.

The little boy's surprised smile quickly faded. He looked up at the teacher's embarrassed expression, then looked back at his classmates' shocked whispers.

Finally, we return to the two couples in front of us who always turn heads.

Jiang Qiyue comforted herself: There must be a reason why Mom and Dad dress like this.

Head down, one in each hand, she quickly pulled the two adults out of the kindergarten! However, the same scene and reaction played out again at the swimming pool.

And the effect lasted for a full hour and a half.

Jiang Qiyue wished she could bury her head in the coach's abs and never look up again to face those strange and bizarre gazes.

Parents waiting area on the shore.

Because of the elaborate attire of Gao Qinghe and her husband, which was out of place with the environment.

The two of them were able to have a bench all to themselves.

Jiang Baohai, wearing sunglasses, stood with his legs apart and arms crossed, gazing at the male coach in the pool.

Tsk, he's just so-so, not as handsome as Daniel Wu.

Gao Qinghe crossed her legs, rested her elbows on her knees, and smiled as she admired the beautiful scenery.

My mood was visibly wonderful.

Jiang Baohai scoffed and reached out to turn his wife's face towards him.

"Look how amazing our Yueyue is."

Upon noticing her father's gaze, Jiang Qiyue excitedly waved from the water.

Gao Qinghe glanced at it perfunctorily, then unconsciously turned her face away again.

Jiang Qiyue: "."

Wow, the coach's back muscles are really well-developed, and his skin seems a bit tanned since last time.

Gao Qinghe shook her head. Today's swim trunks were no good; they were too high-waisted and blocked her V-line.

Jiang Baohai narrowed his eyes dangerously, staring intently at the young male head coach for a full twenty seconds.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Jiang Baohai whispered in his wife's ear, kissed her, and got up to leave.

Mature men have the financial means to solve problems.

When I came out of the restroom, I took a short detour of about half a minute and knocked on the door of the young man's office.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the teachers.

Jiang Baohai raised one hand: "I want to report this. I think the swimming coach at your palace is dressed too revealingly. My baby is a girl, and this is not a good influence. I hope that next time I come, I will see the coach wearing a full swimsuit."

After speaking, Jiang glanced around at the old equipment in the corner, flicked his finger, and tossed out a business card.

"I think the equipment here is all old, let's replace it with a new set."

"By the way, there are too few chairs in the waiting area of ​​the swimming pool, and they are not comfortable. I suggest replacing them. Parents are waiting for too long, so a comfortable rest area would be better."

Finally, he pointed to the phone number on the business card for the bewildered teachers.

"Our company covers all replacement costs. Just call the number above."

Jiang Baohai stood up and waved, "I hope everyone has a pleasant afternoon."

The teachers all stood up and watched him leave.

They turned around and looked at each other, both seeing the same feeling in each other's eyes—they had never seen such a pretentious person in their eight lifetimes!

"and many more!"

A teacher picked up the business card and examined it carefully: Jianghai Coal Mine Group President's Office.

It looks familiar; I think I've seen it in the newspaper before.

"It can't be true, can it?" The teacher looked at her colleagues in surprise.

"Holy crap!" another teacher exclaimed, "A coal mine owner from Qing County!"

The other teachers excitedly urged, "Why don't you try calling that number?"

Without further ado, a group of people gathered around the telephone and dialed the number on the business card.

The call was answered quickly.

A pleasant male voice came from the other end of the phone: "President's office, please speak."

The teachers exchanged excited glances—a stroke of good fortune!
They immediately made the swimming coach put on his clothes! (End of Chapter)