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

"Having a nightmare?"

Jiang Baohai tucked the blanket around his wife, pulled a chair to the edge of the bed, sat down at the head of the bed, and looked at her, asking questions.

Gao Qinghe nodded, recalling the annoyance and anger she felt from being rushed earlier, and took a deep breath before letting it go.

Judging from the man's reaction, he probably didn't hear what she yelled.

Sure enough, Jiang Baohai asked curiously, "What did you dream about? I just heard you yelling 'Get out'."

"I dreamt of ghosts, so I told them to get lost," Gao Qinghe said, unable to help but laugh at her own made-up story.

Jiang Baohai had no doubts; after all, dreaming of ghosts was quite normal.

Seeing her smile, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Would you like something to eat?" Jiang Baohai asked with concern.

You should eat something to line your stomach before taking the medicine.

Gao Qinghe glanced at the medicine wrapped in white paper on the bedside table; judging from the marks, it was a pill that was difficult to swallow.

She closed her eyes reluctantly. "Wait a bit, we'll go out to eat after the IV drip is finished."

"Are you able to walk?" Jiang Baohai asked, frowning.

Gao Qinghe: "Sweating it out will be fine. Go home after the IV drip is finished."

Jiang Baohai instinctively wanted to say no, but Gao Qinghe opened her eyes, blinked pitifully, and said in a coquettish voice:

"I want to sleep in my own bed tonight."

Jiang Baohai's raised eyebrows drooped involuntarily, thinking to himself, "Who can withstand this!"

"Let's finish this first. Do you want some water?"

This was practically an agreement, and Gao Qinghe beamed, "Mhm."

Jiang Baohai sighed helplessly, got up to fetch her hot water, and poured it into the two cups repeatedly to cool it down.

"I can't do it manually," she said.

She looked at him with expectant eyes.

Jiang Baohai gritted his teeth to suppress the sudden surge of anger within him.

He helped her up with one hand, and with the other hand, he held a cup and fed her water.

Gao Qinghe sipped her drink slowly, then gently touched his cheek with satisfaction. "Thank you, honey~"

It's moist, soft, and fragrant.

Jiang Baohai, unable to bear it any longer, whispered the domineering CEO's famous line through gritted teeth in her ear:

"Woman, you are playing with fire!"

Gao Qinghe raised an eyebrow. So what? What can be done?
Jiang Baohai gave those pink lips a warning bite, "Wait till you're better and see what I do to you!"

He put her down, got up, and went to stand by the window to feel the cold wind.

"Husband~"

Shout, shout, what are you yelling for!

"Lao Jiang."

Oh, so now she's called Lao Jiang, and she doesn't even call him "husband" anymore?

"Jiang Baohai!"

They called me by my full name? Something's not right.

Jiang Baohai quickly turned around and saw Gao Qinghe pointing at the empty IV drip bottle, saying irritably:

"What are you standing there for? Call a nurse!"

She looked down and, oh dear, the blood had started flowing back.

"Damn it!" Jiang Baohai rushed out of the ward.

After the last bottle of medicine was finished, the nurse removed the needle, gave a few instructions, and left.

Gao Qinghe's stomach was rumbling, so Jiang Baohai helped her put on her coat and led her outside to find something delicious to eat.

After the couple had eaten and drunk their fill, Gao Qinghe planned to go straight home, but Jiang Baohai disagreed. He pulled her back to the ward first, then asked the doctor about her condition. After confirming that the problem wasn't serious, he made her take her medicine before they prepared to go home.

Gao Qinghe didn't know where Jiang Baohai got the scarf from, but it covered her entire head, leaving only her big, bright eyes showing. "What are you doing?" Gao Qinghe's voice sounded muffled as she covered her mouth as well.

Jiang Baohai said coldly, "Block the wind. It's gotten really cold outside today."

Gao Qinghe's lips twitched. What kind of wind could she possibly catch while sitting in the car?
However, with the man being so attentive, Gao Qinghe didn't want to spoil the mood and obediently cooperated.

"Thank you for your concern, honey."

"Those little mouths are so sweet, I'll kiss them until they're swollen when I get back," Jiang Baohai thought viciously to himself.

I've only been here for a morning, and there's not much to pack.

Moreover, he needed to come back for an IV drip tomorrow, so Jiang Baohai took the medicine.

The couple left the ward hand in hand, preparing to go home.

When I got to the lobby on the first floor, I suddenly saw a man carrying a woman whose face was covered in blood rushing in, shouting for a doctor to come quickly.

The couple couldn't help but take a second look; why did he look so familiar?

Gao Qinghe tugged at her husband's finger, "I didn't see wrong, did I? Zhou Zhenghua brought Hao Huaping to the hospital?"

Jiang Baohai nodded seriously, "You're not mistaken, it's the two of them."

Looking down, Jiang Baohai noticed the curiosity in her eyes was almost overflowing. Without saying a word, he silently took his wife's hand and walked towards the emergency room.

Hao Huaping suffered a head injury, and beads of blood kept falling from her hair, leaving two horrifying bloodstains on her face.

The blood dripped down his chin onto his clothes, quickly soaking the area, making him look like he was bleeding all over.

When Zhou Zhenghua saw this, he panicked, but he had to pretend to be calm when faced with the doctor's questions.

"What's wrong with her?"

While asking the patient's family members questions, the doctor searched for wounds on Hao Huaping's head.

Instead of finding the wound, we found several pieces of broken porcelain.

Zhou Zhenghua said, "It was accidentally hit by a vase, a ceramic vase."

The doctor had located the bleeding point, picked up scissors and cut off the obstructing ring of hair, but it still didn't work, so he took out a razor and shaved off the entire patch of hair.

The wound was fully exposed, giving anyone the creeps.

The doctor clicked his tongue twice to express his sympathy, quickly cleaned the wound, applied anesthetic, and stitched it up.

Seeing Hao Huaping's pale face and dizzy appearance, Zhou Zhenghua asked anxiously:

"Doctor, how is it? Is the injury serious?"

The doctor said, "He seems fine for now, but we'll need to take him for an X-ray to check for a concussion."

"How could you be so careless? If it had hit your temple any more, it could have been fatal!"

Zhou Zhenghua gave a cold laugh, shook his head at the doctor, and didn't want to talk about it anymore.

The doctor immediately guessed that it was most likely a family conflict.

However, judging from the young man's appearance, it shouldn't have been him who did it.

So who did it?
Zhou Zhenghua thought to himself, "I have to ask the injured woman's father. How could he be so cruel to his own daughter?"

After the wound was bandaged, the doctor gave Hao Huaping a referral for an X-ray. Zhou Zhenghua helped Hao Huaping prepare to go for the X-ray.

The couple, Gao Qinghe and her husband, who were peeking from the doorway, quickly moved away and blended into the group of doctors and patients.

The two people who went to see the photos did not notice the couple's presence.

Photos had to be taken in line, so Zhou Zhenghua helped Hao Huaping to a chair to wait, saying apologetically:
“If I hadn’t upset your uncle, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

Hao Huaping smiled bravely at him, "It has nothing to do with you, it's my problem. I overestimated my dad's snobbishness, and I also blame myself for having wishful thinking and not telling my dad the truth about you. He hates being deceived the most, which is why he was so furious."

"I just didn't expect that he would actually want to kill me."

Zhou Zhenghua patted her reassuringly, "How could that be? You're overthinking it. Your uncle was just angry for a moment. Maybe he'll regret it after he calms down."

Hao Huaping wanted to shake her head, but then remembered that she was very dizzy, and said dejectedly:
"If only I hadn't gone to the Gao family wedding. I never imagined that Principal Gao was actually Gao Qinghe's uncle. If it weren't for her..."

At this point, the nurse called their number and it was their turn.

Hao Huaping could only swallow her complaints about Gao Qinghe, the "instigator," and follow the nurse inside to cooperate with the examination. (End of Chapter)