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

After a night's sleep and with his wife's psychological support, Jiang Baohai has fully recovered.

When I was eating breakfast, I took the initiative to greet my mother first.

Seeing her son like this, Qi Lianxin felt better. This time, she was truly determined to never have anything to do with Grandpa Wang again.

To avoid getting into more trouble.

Gao Qinghe rarely gets up early, so she wakes her daughter up. The mother and daughter wash up together, and the family sits around the dining table to eat breakfast together, and the atmosphere returns to its usual warm and cozy state.

Jiang Baohai said, "I'll go downstairs later and return that scarf. Mom, what building and apartment number does that old man Wang live in?"

Qi Lianxin told her son Wang's address and instructed him to return the items and not to hit the old man.

Jiang Baohai twitched his lips speechlessly.

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

He's not a hothead; he's not that impulsive.

But to the family of four's surprise, they hadn't even come knocking on their door yet.

Mr. Wang and his daughter actually came to us first.

Gao Qinghe opened the door, thinking it was the property management coming to collect this month's property fees.

Unexpectedly, what I saw was Grandpa Wang with a sheepish grin, and his daughter Wang Xin, whose face was swollen like a steamed bun.

The father and daughter were carrying fruit and two cans of nutritional milk powder. Wang Xin's face was originally expressionless, but after her father nudged her with his elbow, she immediately forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Uncle Wang, what's going on?" Gao Qinghe asked, feigning ignorance.

Grandpa Wang spent the whole night preparing his receptionist speech, but when it came to actually speaking, it came out dry and uninspired:
"Xiao Gao, we are so sorry, we are here to apologize to you and your mother."

Hearing the commotion, Qi Lianxin got up in surprise and walked over, followed closely by Jiang Baohai, who was holding his curious daughter.

The family of four stood inside the doorway. The father and daughter instinctively shrank back, feeling guilty and a little scared.

Especially when he saw Jiang Baohai, Grandpa Wang felt a strange sense of unease.

But then he thought about it again and realized that the person opposite him was just a young man about the same age as his son, so he smiled and nodded in a friendly manner.

Qi Lianxin whispered to her son, "This is Grandpa Wang, his full name is Wang Tongwei."

Jiang Baohai said, "You've come at the perfect time, saving me the trouble of looking for you again."

As she spoke, she went back into the house, took out the unopened box of scarves, and slammed it into Grandpa Wang's arms.

Grandpa Wang was startled; the gift box hadn't even been opened. Could it be that she...
Before Grandpa Wang could even speculate, seeing the box of scarves worth 1888 yuan returned untouched, Wang Xin, already feeling embarrassed, felt as if he had been slapped twice more, his face burning with shame.

She coughed twice, mustered her courage, stepped forward, and solemnly bowed three times to Qi Lianxin.

"Aunt Qi, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you yesterday. I apologize now and ask for your forgiveness!"

As he spoke, he handed over the gift, then gritted his teeth and pulled out an envelope containing five thousand yuan from his bag, handing it over with both hands, anxiously waiting for the other party's reaction.

Her series of actions were completely unexpected by Qi Lianxin.

She paused for a moment before looking at her son and daughter-in-law with some hesitation.

Gao Qinghe shrugged. Whether to forgive or not was her mother-in-law's choice. As long as the money for the scarf was paid back, that was fine.

Jiang Baohai cursed the old man at the door a dozen times in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be magnanimous and said to his mother:

"Mom, I think Ms. Wang Xin's attitude in admitting her mistake was quite sincere. Since it was a misunderstanding and she has made compensation, and we are neighbors after all, we will see each other all the time, so let's just let it go."

What do you think, Mom?

Qi Lianxin breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly, "That's fine then, you can go back now, everything's alright."

After a pause, thinking that the opportunity was too good to miss, he added:
“Miss Wang, young people shouldn’t be so impulsive. I see you’re a mother now, you should try to control your fiery temper.” After saying that, Qi Lianxin finally felt relieved. Without even glancing at the eager Grandpa Wang, she bent down, took her granddaughter’s hand, and went back into the house.

Grandpa Wang: "Xiao Qi."

Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai looked at him with smiles on their faces, their refusal obvious.

Mr. Wang could only look away in disappointment, apologize to the couple again on behalf of his daughter, and leave dejectedly with the gift box in hand.

Wang Xin turned around and glanced at Gao Qinghe several times.

Her thoughts were written all over her face; Gao Qinghe could tell at a glance that she was repeatedly confirming whether she was really going to invest in the boss.

With a wave of their hands, Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai watched as the elevator doors closed before finally closing the door themselves.

With no outsiders around, the family of four looked at each other, their gazes finally settling on a bag of apples and a bag of nutritional milk powder on the ground.

Gao Qinghe's idea was that since she was there to apologize to her mother-in-law, she could handle it herself.

Jiang Baohai didn't stand on ceremony at all, squatting down to ask Jiang Qiyue, "Baby, would you like some milk?"

Do you need to ask?
The little girl nodded frantically, like a chick pecking at rice.

Jiang Baohai picked up a can, took it to the kitchen, took out his daughter's water cup, and mixed milk powder for her.

Jiang Qiyue followed her father around enthusiastically, calling him "Dad" this and "Dad" that, which made the old man beam with joy.

Qi Lianxin shook her head helplessly and put the remaining can of milk powder on the storage shelf, intending to mix it up and drink it for breakfast.

As for the apples, five were picked out on the spot, washed, cut into pieces, and placed in the hands of the excited daughter-in-law.

"Eat up, eat more," Qi Lianxin said irritably.

They have places to eat and drink, and there's still the five thousand yuan compensation left.

Qi Lianxin didn't want it at first, but knowing that her daughter-in-law was easily bothered by money, she accepted it for the sake of future neighborly harmony.

He took out one hundred yuan and put the rest into Gao Qinghe's pajama pocket.

"Mom?" Gao Qinghe asked knowingly, her face full of doubt.

Qi Lianxin: "Take it. It was originally yours. If I had known you bought me such an expensive scarf, I would have made you return it no matter what."

As she spoke, she remembered the cashmere scarf that her daughter-in-law had almost thrown away last night. Qi Lianxin found it, intending to wash it again, lay it out and stretch it out, and think she could wear it again.

Gao Qinghe chuckled, "Then I'll see if there are any cheap and good quality scarves on the street and buy you a new one."

I felt no guilt whatsoever about receiving the money.

Because of the allure of money, I think Grandpa Wang is actually a pretty good person, and he's sensible.

Although Jiang Baohai didn't say it aloud, he planned to observe the old man's character further.

The scarf incident was over and done with.

The elderly folks in the activity room were also very sensible; none of them spread rumors or gossip. Gao Qinghe was satisfied with the quality of her neighbors.

The next day was the day Jiang Yu was to return.

A week had passed since New Year's Day 1994, and Jiang Qiyue pointed to the calendar every day, hoping for her aunt's return.

The happiest person in the family was Qi Lianxin.

Jiang Yu didn't come back for summer vacation, and it had been a year since they last saw each other. Qi Lianxin welcomed her daughter's arrival with great enthusiasm.

The night before, they cleaned the room that Gao Qinghe had specially reserved until it was spotless, laid out a thick new cotton quilt, and put on a newly bought bear-shaped quilt cover that had just been washed and dried and smelled of laundry detergent.

She also bought toothbrushes, water cups, washcloths, foot basins, and other daily necessities, and put a pink floral lace-trimmed cover over the headboard that she had made herself with her new sewing machine. (End of Chapter)