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

Before going to bed that night, the couple had already agreed to go shopping together the next day.

The next day, when it was time to go out...

A phone call came in, and Jiang Baohai immediately had to go to the company.

When Jiang Baohai saw his wife's darkening expression, he knew in his heart that he was doomed.

"Honey, how about this? You go first, and I'll hurry up and finish up my work at the company, then I'll come straight here to find you, okay?" Jiang Baohai said with a guilty smile as he discussed with his wife.

Gao Qinghe took two deep breaths and kicked him out the door!

"You don't need to come. I'll shop by myself!"

Seeing the apologetic look on his face, Gao Qinghe chuckled and said in a gentle but sarcastic tone:

"Jiang Baohai, if you dare to stand me up on our wedding day, you won't need to follow me anywhere anymore."

Jiang Baohai immediately stood at the elevator entrance and vowed: "Even if a project worth hundreds of billions comes to me for cooperation next time, I will still resolutely accompany my wife to the wedding."

"What's money compared to my wife's good mood!"

The elevator arrived. I didn't have time to joke around anymore. I rushed over and kissed my wife. Before she could react, I went back into the elevator, closed the door, and left.

Gao Qinghe raised her hand to wipe the drool off her face, speechless, and couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing his own worthless smile reflected on the elevator door, he quickly switched to a cold and aloof expression.

When the next elevator arrived, Gao Qinghe took it downstairs. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw two people standing in front of the building entrance.

A man and a woman, an elderly man with a tanned complexion and a stylish middle-aged woman.

Wait!
mother-in-law?

Gao Qinghe's body reacted faster than her brain; she darted to the side a few steps, using the tortoise-shell bamboo leaves in the hall as cover.

The old man asked in surprise, "Young lady, didn't you say you were going back to your hometown? Why haven't you left yet?"

Qi Lianxin had just returned from dropping her granddaughter off at kindergarten, carrying a large net bag full of groceries she had just bought at the market, which included half a winter melon. The bag was quite heavy.

Just as she was wondering whether to put her things down first or what, the old man put down his own bucket and fishing rod and reached out to help her carry them.

"Going home?" The old man pointed to the elevator entrance, and seeing Qi Lianxin nod, he helped her carry it over.

Qi Lian felt embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but the old man said, "Don't look down on me because I'm sixty years old. Men are stronger than women, so you don't need to worry about me."

The old man continued the previous topic, and Qi Lianxin said, "I'm not going back. I can't bear to leave my grandson."

"Really?" The old man couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Perhaps realizing he had overreacted, he quickly toned it down and explained:

"Then I don't need to release the fish I catch, hahaha."

Qi Lianxin glanced at the bucket by the door and asked in surprise, "Are you planning to go fishing again today?"

The old man nodded. "Yes, I'm retired now. I live alone. My children are all overseas. Unlike you, I can still take care of my grandchildren. I just go fishing every day to pass the time."

Qi Lianxin only then realized that he lived alone, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Give me all the fish you caught today, I'm planning to marinate some of them."

"But this time you have to take the money, otherwise I'll feel bad taking it from you," Qi Lianxin quickly added.

"By the way, such good fish, you should keep some for yourself too. I cooked it last time, and the kids loved it. They said it was much fresher than the fish you buy at the market."

The old man said proudly, "These are all wild-caught; they can't compare to the feed fish in the market."

“I fish every day, and the number of fish keeps increasing. My freezer is full, and I can’t eat them all. If you hadn’t asked for them, I would have had to release them.”

Qi Lianxin suggested, "You could give it to a relative."

"Hey!" The old man shook his head. "They live far away, and I don't have the patience to deliver it to them."

"Then you should cook for yourself," Qi Lianxin suggested again. The old man said, "I can't finish it all. I live alone, and I only cook one meal a day."

"You cook for yourself?" Qi Lianxin asked in surprise.

The old man chuckled. He seemed to think, "What's so interesting about that? What else can I do? I can't afford to eat out every day."

Qi Lianxin was surprised that a grown man could cook for himself, unlike the older men around her who were all waited on hand and foot.

If you don't have a wife, you can rely on your children to take care of you.

If they don't have children, they'd rather eat out than cook for themselves; they're just too lazy.

Looking at the old man fishing, although he was tanned dark, he always wore a different outfit every time we met, and his sneakers were always very white. I nodded to myself, thinking that this old man was a nice guy.

The two were chatting and didn't even realize they had missed two elevators.

The two only separated when the old man exclaimed "Oh dear!" and looked at his watch. It was almost ten o'clock, and he would miss the bus if he didn't leave soon.

"Oh dear, look at me, I almost forgot again!"

The old man turned back and asked with a smile, "My name is Wang Tongwei, what's your name, young lady?"

"Qilian Heart".

"Alright, alright, you should go back and cook for your daughter-in-law. See you at the usual place this afternoon. I'll give you the fish."

It wasn't until the elevator went up and came down again, and the old man carried the bucket out of the community, that his daughter-in-law, whom he had mentioned, patted her chest and walked out of the stairwell with a look of interest.

"Dongdong, apart from being a bit dark-skinned, this old man looks pretty good."

Gao Qinghe mentally went through the same gossip system.

Dongdong: [I don't want to hear it.]

Gao Qinghe didn't care and continued, "Let's make a bet. I bet this Uncle Wang wants to pursue my mother-in-law."

Dongdong, who was refusing to speak just a second ago: 【I bet your mother-in-law will never agree to him!】

Gao Qinghe: "Of course! My mother-in-law is wonderful. She's young and beautiful, a great cook, and can sew. She's incredibly talented, and her son and daughter-in-law are also wealthy."

Dongdong: [Are you still going to gamble?]

"I'm not gambling anymore!"

Qinghe didn't feel embarrassed at all when she contradicted herself.

She waved down a slow-moving car and asked the driver to take her to the appliance store.

Buy the washing machine first, leave the address of the old house, and have the boss deliver it to the wedding venue on the morning of the wedding.

Only then did she walk to the mall to choose a dress herself.

There was no time left for custom orders, so Gao Qinghe could only choose ready-made clothes and ask the store to help modify the details and dimensions.

It didn't matter that Jiang Baohai wasn't there; she remembered all his measurements.

Gao Qinghe also bought her daughter a little dress: a purple vest, a tutu skirt, and a white shawl.

To complete the look, I added a purple beret.

After National Day, the temperature dropped a bit, and it's quite cool in the mornings and evenings. It's good to have a shawl just in case, so you don't catch a cold.

While Gao Qinghe was having her dress altered at the store, she strolled around the neighborhood by herself, enjoyed a nice afternoon tea, picked up her altered dress, and prepared to take a taxi home.

It was rush hour for workers leaving get off work, and the road was filled with an endless army of bicycles, a truly impressive sight.

It's difficult for taxis and leisurely tour vehicles to pull over; they can only wait until the peak hours are over.

Gao Qinghe was standing by the flowerbed waiting for her ride when a flyer was suddenly handed to her. (End of Chapter)