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

Jiang Baohai placed Gao Qinghe, who still hadn't smiled, on the edge of the bed, draped a thick coat over her, dressed himself, and then went to the bathroom to fetch hot water to wash his wife's feet, put on socks, and slippers.

After doing all this, Jiang Baohai stood beside his wife, displaying an attitude of "You can discipline me however you want, I will absolutely support you."

With her husband being so understanding, Gao Qinghe's anger subsided considerably.

As soon as Jiang Qiyue entered the room, she stood with her hands behind her back against the wall directly opposite the headboard, her posture of being punished was very practiced and she was very self-aware.

But his face was full of defiance.

That little expression was exactly the same as Gao Qinghe's.

Anyway, Jiang Baohai was no longer angry after seeing this, and even felt a little guilty for slapping her earlier.

Gao Qinghe was in a similar situation, but this time she had to teach this brat a lesson.

"Jiang Qiyue, how old are you? How dare you sneak out alone?" Gao Qinghe questioned, arms crossed.

The little guy didn't say a word, but just kept shedding tears.

Gao Qinghe was absolutely unyielding and continued sternly, "Have your parents ever told you that children can't go out alone and must be accompanied by an adult? Even if you want to go out, you must tell your parents or grandma first and get their permission."

Jiang Qiyue gave a pitiful "hmm" and accidentally blew out a snot bubble.

She quickly sniffed, and the resentment on her face had disappeared.

She looked like she wanted to get closer, but didn't dare, cautiously observing her parents' reactions.

Jiang Baohai leaned forward unconsciously, but Gao Qinghe glanced at him, so he quickly straightened up and asked the little one with a serious expression:
Do you realize you were wrong?

Jiang Qiyue nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Baohai: "If you're wrong, do you need to apologize?"

Jiang Qiyue seized the opportunity and immediately said to her mother, "Mom, I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time."

Gao Qinghe beckoned, and the little guy immediately rushed over, hugged her tightly, buried his head in her arms, and cried pitifully.

"You can't do that again next time. Also, didn't Mom tell you that it's already a holiday? Holidays are for resting, and you don't need to go to kindergarten anymore, understand?"

Jiang Qiyue had already vented her grievances, and upon hearing this, she looked up and asked in confusion:
"Mommy, when will we go to kindergarten?"

"After the New Year." Gao Qinghe sighed and reached out to wipe away the tears on the little guy's face.

She pushed her out of her arms, glanced at her husband, and said, "Go wash your face with Dad. Look at what you're wearing, why are you wearing a sweater over your coat?"

I helped my daughter put her clothes back on and found that her pants were on quite well. She even knew to wear long underwear and then put cotton pants over them.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't be too nice to her right now, Gao Qinghe would have been tempted to praise her.

Jiang Qiyue glanced at her father; she remembered that he had just spanked her.

Although it doesn't hurt anymore, the little guy secretly made a note of it to his dad.

Jiang Baohai saw through his daughter's little scheme at a glance, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and took her to the bathroom to wash her face.

I was also puzzled. Could it be that the one who gave birth to the child is closer to the one who is closer to the child?
Both of them were beaten, but her mother hit harder, and then her mother hugged her and everything was fine.

Even though he, as the father, spoke up for him, he didn't get any credit.

"Jiang Qiyue, you're being punished by not watching TV for three days."

Jiang Baohai said this as he dragged the child out of the bathroom.

Jiang Qiyue instinctively looked at her mother.

Gao Qinghe: "Your dad is right."

Jiang Qiyue's face, which she had just wiped clean, was almost overwhelmed by tears again.

Unfortunately, this time she couldn't find any allies. Her parents were on her side, and even her grandmother said so:

"Sweetie, let's look at picture books, not watch TV. It's better for your eyes if you don't watch TV." Jiang Qiyue slumped down, went into her room, and buried her head in the covers, protesting silently.

But it was of no use.

Children forget things easily; if you don't make it deep in their minds, they simply won't remember it.

Jiang Baohai stood at the door and secretly watched for a while. Seeing that the little girl started talking to herself while hugging her doll, he shook his head and returned to the living room.

"What are you doing?" Gao Qinghe asked curiously while eating breakfast.

Jiang Baohai rummaged through the TV cabinet, saying, "I'll adjust the door lock height back to normal."

Although his daughter already knows she can't go out alone, he has no idea how long a child under four years old can remember that.

Just to be on the safe side, it's better to adjust the lock for peace of mind.

Found it! The toolbox he deliberately left behind!
Jiang Baohai skipped breakfast, picked up his toolbox, and adjusted the door lock before sitting down to eat his cold rice while asking curiously:

"Honey, how did you find out our daughter went out?"

This morning she jumped up and dashed out the door. Such a quick reaction—is it truly a mother-daughter connection, some kind of telepathic link?
Dongdong: [Of course it was because I reminded you in time! Host, you should thank me~]

Gao Qinghe sincerely said in her heart, "Thank you, Dongdong."

He replied, "I was half asleep when I heard the door open, and I immediately thought of my daughter, so I instinctively rushed out."

"Mom also got up early to buy groceries, how can you be sure it's Yueyue and not Mom?" Jiang Baohai asked.

"I know Mom bought groceries for several days yesterday and wouldn't be able to go out today, so it was just a natural instinct for a mother."

As Gao Qinghe spoke, she couldn't help but give him a smug smile.

Jiang Baohai chuckled and shook his head. "You're pretty good."

I was secretly relieved that I had run into Xiang Nanfei, who lived on the sixth floor.

“Your manager is quite good. Why don’t you invite him over for a meal sometime?” Jiang Baohai suggested.

You should know that after he found out that Xiang Nanfei had pursued Gao Qinghe at the driving school, he was unhappy that Gao Qinghe rented her house to Xiang Nanfei.

However, times have changed. If Jiang Baohai hadn't met Xiang Nanfei this time, he couldn't even imagine what his daughter would have gone through.

In a better scenario, the guards will spot them and stop them, then notify them promptly.

On the worse side, if he were to encounter any of the other people in the building, he might lose his daughter.

Jiang Baohai felt increasingly frightened the more he thought about it. He put down his rice bowl and strode towards his daughter's room, intending to give her some more safety education.

Gao Qinghe sensed his anxiety and followed him, educating her daughter while comforting her husband, and also comforting herself not to fall into a vicious cycle of self-blame.

The existence of the system Dongdong did indeed cause Gao Qinghe to develop a certain degree of security dependence.

But she couldn't forget to remind herself what would happen if the system disappeared one day.

She can use the system, but she absolutely cannot become dependent on it in the slightest.

Gao Qinghe secretly decided that starting next semester, she would personally pick up and drop off her daughter at school.

Upon learning of her daughter-in-law's idea, Qi Lianxin said: I don't believe you can get up in the morning!

Gao Qinghe: "."

But you absolutely cannot lose your fighting spirit verbally.

"It's just getting up early, I can definitely get up if I go to bed early tonight!"

The next day, despite having promised Gu Jingzhou she would arrive early for the project's groundbreaking ceremony, she almost arrived late. (End of Chapter)