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

Winter break has started.

Gao Qinghe exclaimed that she no longer had to go out in the freezing cold to pick up her child, and she no longer had to go swimming at the Children's Palace. She felt incredibly happy and fulfilled.

Jiang Qiyue, however, hadn't adjusted yet.

I counted on my fingers and asked Grandma which day was Monday.

Qi Lianxin told her, "Tomorrow is Monday."

So, early Monday morning, the little guy got out of bed by himself, without calling or making a sound, and quietly put on his clothes, put on his little backpack, and got ready to go to kindergarten.

But when I went into the living room, I found that my grandmother, who used to be busy making breakfast in the kitchen early in the morning, was gone.

The living room was empty, and the house was unusually quiet.

The sky outside the window was gray. It was probably six o'clock, or maybe seven or eight o'clock, but Jiang Qiyue's biological clock told her that it was time to go to school.

But today, no adult in the family came to wake her up.

The little girl was a little anxious. Had she gotten up too late and her father and grandmother forgotten to wake her?

Jiang Qiyue stood blankly in the dimly lit living room, her little head seemingly blank, and decided to go to kindergarten by herself.

She groped her way to the back of the door, opened the shoe cabinet, found her shoes, took them out, threw off her slippers, and put on her shoes.

Jiang Qiyue felt that her shoes were a little uncomfortable to wear today because she wasn't wearing socks.

But that's okay, she put her shoes on herself.
Jiang Qiyue was very familiar with opening the door before leaving the house; she often came over to open the door for her father when he came home from get off work.

My mother was very considerate and asked the renovation worker to install the door lock a little lower.

Jiang Qiyue tiptoed and raised his hand as high as he could, just enough to pull the doorknob down.

The sound of the lock clicking open was particularly loud in the quiet living room.

Jiang Baohai, still asleep, heard a bit of it. His sense of crisis forced him to wake up a little and he suspiciously pricked up his ears to listen.

Just as he was about to go back to sleep, he found the room quiet and was about to relax.

His wife, who was holding him like a heater, suddenly sprang up from the bed with a somersault.

"Jiang Qiyue!!!"

A roar came from apartment 802 in unit 1 of a building, and Jiang Baohai felt the whole building tremble.

Gao Qinghe rushed out the door barefoot.

Jiang Baohai was startled. Although he didn't know what had happened, when he heard his wife call their daughter's name, he quickly rolled off the bed and ran after her.

at the same time.

The elevator doors opened with a ding.

Jiang Qiyue didn't even close the door. Holding her backpack straps with both hands, she skipped into the elevator, pressed the close button, and then tiptoed to press the number one.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. Thinking she had reached the second floor, she took her short legs and walked out on her own.

As Xiang Nanfei yawned and was getting ready for work, still half-asleep, he felt something walk past his feet.

He looked down and saw a dark, apple-shaped head.

"what?"

Jiang Qiyue tilted her head. Where was she? Why weren't there any big glass doors anymore?

Just then, Xiang Nanfei vaguely heard a roar. The voice sounded familiar, very much like his boss's voice.
and many more!

That apple-headed guy just now looked like a kid, right?

Xiang Nanfei quickly turned around, and Jiang Qiyue, who couldn't find the gate, also turned around in confusion.

Their eyes met, big eyes staring at small eyes.

Jiang Qiyue was pleasantly surprised to see her mother's friend, Uncle, when she heard Uncle in front of her widen his eyes and say, "Holy crap!"

“You’re swearing at Uncle. The teacher said that’s wrong.” Jiang Qiyue held up a finger, shook it from side to side, put on a stern face, glared at him from bottom to top, and corrected him angrily.

Xiang Nanfei shook his head, and he finally confirmed with absolute certainty—his boss's child was missing!
"Yueyue, what are you doing here?" Xiang Nanfei asked in shock.

The little guy, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, innocently said:
"I want to go to kindergarten by myself."

The little boy looked around and then said with some distress, "Uncle Xiang, I think I'm lost, what should I do?"

Children's emotions can come on suddenly. When they realized the hallway was gloomy, they pouted in fear, furrowed their brows, and clenched their fists, looking a little stunned.

Xiang Nanfei was both amused and exasperated. He quickly comforted her, telling her not to be afraid, and said he would take her to find her parents.

It was fine if he didn't mention his parents, but as soon as he did, Jiang Qiyue's eyes immediately filled with tears.

But she didn't forget to say to Xiang Nanfei, "Thank you, Uncle Xiang."

Xiang Nanfei watched as the elevator ascended to the eighth floor, then descended floor by floor, finally stopping on the first floor.

Guessing that the boss might be looking for the child, I quickly took the elevator and sent the child to the first floor.

With a ding, the elevator door opened.

Seeing her parents appear before her, Jiang Qiyue's tears turned to laughter. She didn't even think about why her parents were there, and just happily ran towards them.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Baohai would not be willing to hit his child; Jiang Qiyue was beaten by his mother more often.

But I only lightly tapped her hand to teach her a lesson.

But this time, Jiang Baohai felt that he had to give the kid a good beating!
He grabbed the little guy who was running happily towards him, raised his big hand high above his upturned little bottom, and slapped it down.

Jiang Qiyue was stunned for a moment, her big eyes blinking. She was first confused, then incredulous, and finally felt wronged. Then she burst into tears.

"Daddy's bad, I don't want Daddy anymore!"

Jiang Qiyue cried and said she didn't want her father, and went to her mother's arms.

As a result, the little bottom that hadn't been spanked received another loving slap from its mother.

Xiang Nanfei watched as the little guy was beaten senseless by his parents' combined beating, so bad that he couldn't even cry anymore, and big tears streamed down his face.

"Well, it's good that the child has been found; please don't abort him."

Under Gao Qinghe's cold gaze, the voice gradually weakened until it fell completely silent.

Xiang Nanfei gave an awkward laugh and thought, "Never mind, I'd better go to work."

He gave Jiang Qiyue a sympathetic look that said, "Good luck to you," then turned and walked out of the elevator exit blocked by the family of three, quickly slipping away.

A cold wind blew in through the opening and closing door, and Gao Qinghe, who was wearing a thin nightgown, felt a chill.

Jiang Baohai looked at his wife with concern. He was so anxious to catch up with the child that he forgot to put on his shoes. His bare feet, painted with bright red nail polish, were on the cold floor, and he curled up his toes from the cold.

In order to maintain a stern expression, she couldn't make too many movements.

It's both pitiful and funny.

Jiang Baohai picked up his wife, Gao Qinghe, who was still angry. She struggled a little, but Jiang Baohai said gently, "We'll talk about it when we get home."

He gave Jiang Qiyue, who dared not cry out, a "go in" look, and the little guy dashed into the elevator.

The family of three returned home in silence, and Qi Lianxin, who had been anxiously waiting, breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Qiyue had just been double-beaten by her parents. When she saw her grandmother, she thought she had found a savior and called out "Grandma" in a tearful voice, trying to hide behind her grandmother.

To everyone's surprise, Grandma took a step back and walked towards the kitchen.

"Jiang Qiyue."

Hearing her father's emotionless shouts, Jiang Qiyue knew in her heart that it was all over.

The little guy sensed that he had upset his parents, but he didn't know what he had done wrong. His face full of resentment, tears welling up in his eyes, he followed after them. (End of Chapter)