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

Qi Lianxin felt like the sky had fallen.

No, it hasn't completely collapsed yet; it's about to collapse.

She prayed silently, "Gods and Buddhas, Guanyin, who saves us from suffering, please let Xiao Hai stay outside a little longer and come back after everyone has fallen asleep."

Unfortunately, none of the gods and Buddhas heard her prayers.

Around six o'clock, Jiang Baohai entered the room, coinciding with his usual mealtime.

Four dishes and a soup were already laid out on the table, five dishes that looked, smelled, and tasted delicious.

Jiang Baohai took a deep breath; the smell of home, so satisfying!
He opened the shoe cabinet and took out his slippers, and suddenly realized that the house was unusually quiet today.

The daughter didn't rush over to greet her father, and the wife's "Welcome back!" greeting didn't ring out either.

There wasn't even a mother's eager "Go wash your hands and sit down to eat."

Strange, so strange.

Jiang Baohai changed his shoes and walked in. The old man, the young man, and the child who were already seated at the dining table all looked at him and tried to force a smile.

It was clear that the mother's smile was forced, with bitterness and a hint of panic in her eyes.

Jiang Qiyue was also more well-behaved than ever before, giving her father a sweet smile before quietly eating her rice with a spoon.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Baohai looked at his wife suspiciously.

Gao Qinghe took out the scarf gift box that was on the empty chair next to her.

Qi Lian wanted to stop her, but as soon as she moved, Jiang Baohai glanced over with a scrutinizing gaze.

"What is this?" Jiang Baohai asked suspiciously as he opened the gift box, observing the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

He recognized the brand of the scarf; it was a high-end brand.

"What's wrong with this scarf? Is it a gift for me?" President Jiang asked with a hint of anticipation.

Gao Qinghe reminded her, "Take a closer look, is this a man's?"

Jiang Baohai looked down and examined it again. It was dark red and could be worn by both men and women.

However, the patterns on the scarf are indeed more feminine.

"Whose is it?" Jiang Baohai asked in a deep voice, losing his patience.

Qi Lianxin stammered, "It was...it was given to me by Grandpa Wang."

What old man?
Which old man?

Jiang Baohai was completely bewildered, but his man's intuition told him that this old man Wang was definitely not a good person.

Gao Qinghe patted the empty seat next to her, gesturing for the man to sit down, and calmly recounted what had happened that afternoon.

He added that the fish his family had eaten over the past few months were all kindly provided by Grandpa Wang.

After speaking, she glanced at the expression on the man's face beside her.

Are you not angry at all?
Jiang Baohai, while picking up food with his chopsticks, asked with a stern face, "Have you been to the clinic?"

Qi Lianxin shook her head, "I'm fine, it's just that the scarf Xiao He bought is broken."

Five thousand yuan is enough to make her feel the pinch for ten years!
Jiang Baohai nodded subconsciously, and perhaps because he was too angry, he actually smiled.

"Mom, if you don't want to pursue this, that's fine too. I'll take this scarf back to return it for you when I go out tomorrow."

"but."

Just as Qi Lianxin was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Jiang Baohai changed the subject, looking at her seriously to confirm:
"Mom, are you really sure you want to cut ties with this old man?"

Qi Lianxin said, "I knew you wouldn't agree. From now on, I'll only live by your father's memorial tablet. I shouldn't have thought about these messy things. Today is all my fault."

Jiang Baohai was furious when he heard this. Wrong, wrong, wrong! She blamed everything on her own fault. Would she die if she didn't admit her mistakes?
Jiang Baohai put down his bowl and wanted to slam his chopsticks down. He couldn't control his emotions whenever his mother was involved; he was truly fed up with her way of speaking.

He asked her in a kind and gentle tone, wanting to understand her difficulties and listen to her thoughts, but she said such strange things.

Fortunately, Gao Qinghe grasped his hand in time. Feeling the warmth from his hand, Jiang Baohai took a deep breath in frustration, lowered his eyes, and whispered:

“Mom, you don’t have to spend your whole life guarding Dad’s memorial tablet. If you really want to find someone, Xiaoyu and I will support you.”

"But then again, if that person is this old man Wang, I don't agree."

After saying this, Jiang Baohai got up from the dining table and returned to his room.

Qi Lianxin's tears, which she had been holding back, suddenly streamed down her face. Afraid that her granddaughter would notice something was wrong, she hurriedly hid in the bathroom.

Gao Qinghe shook her head helplessly and patted her daughter's peering head.

"It's okay, eat slowly, eat more, the rest is all ours~"

"Mom, did Dad and Grandma have a fight?" Jiang Qiyue asked.

Gao Qinghe smiled and said, "No, they just had a disagreement when expressing their opinions, and it will be fine soon."

If Mom says it's okay, then it must be okay.

Jiang Qiyue nodded and tried her best to eat more vegetables so as not to waste any.

When Qi Lianxin calmed down and returned to continue eating, she found four empty plates.

On the dinner table, only half a bowl of soup remained.

Wait, when did this mother and daughter become such big eaters?!
Qi Lianxin pondered this problem all night but still couldn't figure it out.

But for Grandpa Wang, that night was truly agonizing.

In the afternoon, the father and daughter first went to the clinic to apply medicine to Wang Xin's swollen face and get some anti-inflammatory drugs before going to the hotel to pick up their grandson and go home together.

The father and daughter remained silent the whole way home, and when they arrived, they each cooked their own meals without saying a word, relying entirely on the child to liven things up.

Out of consideration for the child, both of them suppressed their anger and waited until the child fell asleep before sitting down face to face to have a proper talk.

Wang Xin wasn't most concerned about his father's love life; rather, he was interested in the business card Gao Qinghe had just tossed to him.

In fact, she had looked at it several times along the way. The gold lettering on the business card was clearly printed, and she recognized every single word.

But when put together, they create an unreal, illusory feeling.

This sense of unreality turned into shock after she called her friends back home and received confirmation.

Gao Qinghe is actually the behind-the-scenes boss of the hottest investment company in Shanghai right now!

"How is this possible? How could she be the owner of an investment company? She doesn't look like it at all. How could this be?"

But the facts are clear: her friend in China works in the finance industry, and he would never joke about something like this.

Wang Xin recalled what he had said that afternoon and suddenly felt his face hurt even more.

Grandpa Wang was also shocked when he learned about Gao Qinghe's background.

He used to only know that Qi Lianxin's son was a coal mine owner and that his daughter-in-law just stayed at home eating and sleeping.

I never expected this, I really never expected it. It turns out that he was a real hidden talent.

"Wang Xin, you'd better go and apologize to them tomorrow!" Grandpa Wang said firmly.

Wang Xin had initially wanted to ask why, but now that he realized it was all just his imagination and that he had misunderstood others, he could only sheepishly lower his head and say, "I understand."

Grandpa Wang wasn't about to let her off the hook, reminding her, "You tore someone's five-thousand-yuan scarf, you have to pay for it!"

Wang Xin said with a glimmer of hope, "You believe her when she says five thousand? Unless she produces the invoice, I'll only compensate her two hundred at most."

"Are you still trying to deny it?" Grandpa Wang looked up and started looking around for something. He saw the exercise equipment and dumbbells behind the door, took a few big steps over, and was about to pick them up and beat his daughter.

Startled, Wang Xin ran back to his room, whispering nervously as he ran:
"I'll pay! I'll pay, okay?!"

Grandpa Wang said angrily, "Go apologize tomorrow morning, or I'll beat you to death!"

Wang Xin was so frightened that he quickly closed the door. (End of Chapter)