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

Thinking about the things her father had asked her to do that she hadn't yet done, Gao Qinghe got up early and planned to go to her mother's company today.

Since moving to the provincial capital, Gao Qinghe has not seen her mother.

She and Jiang Baohai invited her several times, but each time Huang Ying said she was busy or that she would come next time.

As a result, there's no such thing as a next time.

Huang Ying and Zheng Dong's company is located in the city, but their office is usually deserted; you'd never find anyone there.

So Gao Qinghe decided to go directly to the project site that her mother was currently in charge of and try her luck.

The place is far away, so Gao Qinghe plans to drive there herself.

Jiang Qiyue knew that her mother was going to visit her grandmother, so she begged her mother to take her with her at the dinner table.

"You still have to go to kindergarten," Jiang Baohai reminded his daughter with a gloating expression.

Jiang Qiyue glanced at her father unhappily, then looked at her mother expectantly and asked:
"Can't I skip kindergarten today?"

Gao Qinghe finished the soup in her bowl, elegantly wiped the corners of her mouth, and then said:

“There are rules in the kindergarten that students must follow. Didn’t Mom tell you before? We have to follow the school’s rules.”

If her father rejected her, Jiang Qiyue felt that she could still have some hope by acting cute and throwing a tantrum.

But if Mom disagrees, then nothing I say will matter.

The mother would just stand by with her arms crossed, waiting for her to roll around until she had exhausted her last bit of strength, then she would carry her into the kindergarten and hand her over to the teacher.

Jiang Qiyue pouted, snorted, and mumbled something incomprehensible to adults, looking like a very angry child.

Perhaps feeling truly resentful, the family of three went out together. In the elevator, after a long silence, the little one suddenly looked up, puffed out his cheeks, and asked:
"Why doesn't Mommy have to go to kindergarten every day?"

Gao Qinghe thought seriously for a moment, and then, seeing the little guy's unconvinced look, answered with a smile:

"Because Mom is an adult, and adults don't need to go to kindergarten."

Jiang Qiyue frowned. "Why can't adults go?"

"You took this when you were a child."

Of course, that's a lie. Gao Qinghe was a wild child in the village, and she went straight to preschool at the age of six. She had no idea what kindergarten was.

Looking down at her daughter, who was filled with envy, she said, "You guys are so lucky now. You can go to kindergarten at the age of three. Mom and Dad couldn't go when we were kids."

happiness?

Jiang Qiyue asked curiously, "Mom, what is happiness?"

"Yes, happiness is having food to eat when you're hungry, water to drink when you're thirsty, and sleep when you're tired."

Jiang Qiyue looked at her father again.

Jiang Baohai said smugly, "Happiness is that your dad had a wife to drive me to work today."

Is going to work a happy experience?

Jiang Qiyue didn't understand; in any case, she felt that she was not happy at all right now.

Sister Zhen and Gu Nanxing were already waiting downstairs.

To Gao Qinghe and her husband's surprise, Gu Wen was also there.

Upon seeing the family of three appear, he nodded politely, though with a hint of awkwardness.

Jiang Qiyue asked her mother in a low voice what she should call Gu Nanxing's mother.

Gao Qinghe taught her to call her "Auntie".

Jiang Qiyue immediately flashed a bright smile at Gu Wen and said loudly:

Good morning, Auntie!

Gu Wen glanced at her in surprise, then smiled back.

Gao Qinghe thought to herself, "So you can laugh too."

Both sets of parents handed the children over to Sister Zhen and went their separate ways. Jiang Baohai happily sat in the passenger seat, enjoying his wife's chauffeur service for a rare occasion.

Gao Qinghe first drove her husband to his company building and dropped him off before driving alone to the construction site to find her mother.

The journey is not far, it only takes about twenty minutes.

Construction is underway throughout the entire economic development zone, with large machinery such as excavators, loaders, and cranes visible everywhere.

There are many projects, and the dust is particularly heavy.

Jiang Baohai's Santana, which had just been washed and made shiny two days ago, changed color as soon as he entered the development zone.

There was a stretch of road full of potholes and muddy puddles. Gao Qinghe was extremely glad that she had driven there, otherwise her beautiful shoes would have been ruined.

After circling most of the development zone with a frown, Gao Qinghe finally saw the "Yingdong" sign.

The construction site was fenced off, and there was a row of temporary sheds next to it.

Ying Tung Construction Company had strict management. There was a gate to the workers' quarters, and a worker was specifically responsible for guarding the gate to prevent anyone from going in to steal things.

Gao Qinghe parked the car on the open space next to the workers' shed, picked up her bag, and went to the gate.

In a small guard room, a young man in his twenties, wearing a white T-shirt and with a tanned complexion, was engrossed in tinkering with a radio.

He heard the car and noticed someone approaching, but he didn't even look up.

I don't know if he was too focused on fixing his radio or if he hadn't quite adjusted to his mood since he got up early for work.

He didn't look up until Gao Qinghe tapped the glass window with her sunglasses.

Upon seeing the person outside the window, the dark-skinned young man was visibly startled for a moment, then hurriedly dropped the repair tools in his hand, jumped up, and asked:

"Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

Gao Qinghe looked him up and down. He was quite tall, and because he had been doing manual labor for many years, his whole body was covered with a layer of firm muscles.

The t-shirt was thin and light; when the electric fan blew, the clothes clung tightly to the body, clearly revealing the bulging muscles on the chest, and the naturally full lines exuded a primal wildness.

Gao Qinghe slowly inhaled and exhaled, calming down.

“My name is Gao Qinghe, and I’m here to see my mother, Ms. Huang Ying.”

Upon hearing the name Huang Ying, the person opposite instinctively showed a hint of awe, and upon hearing her self-introduction, their eyes revealed surprise once again.

Soon, he came out of the security office, eagerly leading the way for her while saying:

"General Manager Huang went to inspect the construction site with the workers early this morning and won't be back for a while. Ms. Gao, please rest in the lounge for a bit."

He opened a room and bustled around, wiping all the dust off the table and sofa again. Only after making sure his hands were clean did he awkwardly invite Gao Qinghe to sit down.

"Miss Gao, would you like some water?"

He poured a cup of hot water into a white porcelain cup and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. He then stepped back two paces and stood to the side, watching her.

Gao Qinghe frowned slightly. There were crumbs in the cup, but she didn't want to make things difficult for a young man working odd jobs. She politely thanked him but didn't touch it.

I put my bag on the sofa, got up and went outside, curious about what the inside of the shed looked like.

Gao Qinghe wanted to ask the young man a question, only to realize that she didn't know his name.

Fortunately, the other party understood in time, "Miss Gao, my name is Zhang Wei."

Gao Qinghe smiled and asked politely, "How old are you?"

Zhang Wei scratched his head. "Nineteen."

Gao Qinghe looked at his tanned face and couldn't tell that he was only nineteen.

"You're already out here at such a young age?"

Zhang Wei nodded. "My family was poor and couldn't afford to go to high school, so I went to the city to work with other villagers."

Then, with a touch of pride, he added, "I've been working for General Manager Huang for two years now, and I was only transferred to the security office last month." (End of Chapter)