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

Qi Lianxin's cries of pain woke up the whole family.

Jiang Baohai was the first to rush out and saw his mother squatting on the ground in pain. There was a deep and long wound on her forearm, from which blood was gushing out and quickly pooling on the ground.

Jiang Baohai calmed himself down and quickly told Gao Qinghe to take their runaway daughter back to her room, so that the child wouldn't be traumatized by what she saw.

They called Jiang Yu over, first used a thick towel to stop the bleeding, and then immediately sent her to the hospital.

The good news is that the injury isn't too serious; it's a fracture, but with conservative treatment, there's a high chance it will heal completely.

Bad news: eight stitches in my hand, and I won't be able to move for three months.

After receiving the news over the phone, Gao Qinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She prepared some food at home with her child, ate her fill, packed up the stewed bone broth in a lunchbox, and then set off for the hospital.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I unexpectedly ran into Grandpa Wang, who had been waiting there.

In the morning, he took his grandson for a morning exercise in the garden. He saw Jiang Baohai and his sister hurriedly carrying Qi Lianxin into the car. From a distance, he caught a glimpse of Qi Lianxin covered in blood, and his heart jumped into his throat.

Unfortunately, the brother and sister left in a hurry, and by the time he ran over to ask what was going on, it was too late to catch up.

When I went out to ask the security guard what was wrong, he looked blank and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Grandpa Wang's heart was in his throat.

After hurriedly sending her grandson home, she wanted to rush to the hospital to look for him, but when she got to the door, she realized that she didn't know which hospital it was.

Suddenly remembering that he hadn't seen Gao Qinghe earlier, and guessing that she might still be at home, Grandpa Wang decided to try his luck and waited at the elevator entrance on the first floor of a building.

His guess was correct; he actually managed to stop Gao Qinghe and her daughter from going to the hospital.

"Xiao Gao, what happened to your mother?" Grandpa Wang asked anxiously.

Gao Qinghe paused for a moment, then suppressed her surprise and answered as she led the child out, "Fractured hand bone."

Grandpa Wang exclaimed, "My goodness!" and immediately followed, asking, "Which hospital? I'm going to the hospital, right? Can I go with you to take a look?"

He asked cautiously, after all, the two families had just had a misunderstanding not long ago. Although he was determined to go and see for himself, he still had to maintain the proper attitude.

Gao Qinghe glanced back at him. An old man had been waiting downstairs for who knows how long. He exuded a cold aura and his face was full of worry and anxiety, which made people feel sorry for him.

She was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Grandpa Wang cared so much about his wife.

Realistically speaking, older people tend to be more focused on finding a partner than younger people.

The idea of ​​having a companion in old age is simply to have someone to keep you company in your later years. If you find each other agreeable and feel that the other person's circumstances are advantageous to you, then you might as well settle down and live together, so as to avoid being disliked by your children.

But at this moment, seeing Grandpa Wang's undisguised worry and anxiety, Gao Qinghe couldn't help but wonder, is this love?
"Okay, let's go."

Gao Qinghe nodded to signal Grandpa Wang to follow her, and they hailed a taxi directly outside the residential area to head to the First People's Hospital of the provincial capital.

Grandpa Wang kept asking questions along the way, which made Jiang Qiyue, who had finally been calmed down, feel uneasy.

Seeing that he wasn't finished, Gao Qinghe couldn't help but glare at him.

Grandpa Wang then swallowed all his words.

When they got off the bus, he rushed to pay the fare and walked ahead, occasionally turning back to urge Gao Qinghe, who was walking slowly with her child, with his eyes.

Gao Qinghe: "."

What if I suddenly regret bringing him along?
Qi Lianxin seemed dazed, whether from fright or simply not having reacted yet, and showed little emotional fluctuation.

"grandmother!"

Gao Qinghe led her daughter into the ward. Jiang Qiyue's worried call only made her grandmother roll her eyes and turn her blank gaze to her.

"Grandma, are you in pain?" Jiang Qiyue came to the bedside, put her hands on the edge of the bed, and looked up at her with a worried expression.

Qi Lianxin seemed to only then realize that her granddaughter was beside her, and smiled with delight, shaking her head at the child.

"Where's Xiaoyu?" Gao Qinghe asked, putting down the insulated box after not being able to find her sister-in-law.

Jiang Baohai stood with his hands on his hips in the aisle at the foot of the bed, looking somewhat tired, and said:
"I told you to go get the food, and that you didn't need to come. Xiaoyu and I are enough here. Why are you here again?"

Gao Qinghe glanced at her daughter, who was snoring for her grandmother, and shrugged. "Yueyue is clamoring to see her grandmother."

Jiang Baohai asked softly, "Was the child frightened?"

Gao Qinghe shook her head; the little guy is very adaptable.

Seeing that Qi Lianxin's sudden movements had pulled on the needle, Jiang Baohai hissed, "Mom, don't move around! You've forgotten what the doctor told you!"

Qi Lianxin glanced at him with self-reproach, then lay down obediently, looking like a wronged child.

Gao Qinghe tugged at her husband, "Why are you being so fierce? Can't you talk to Mom properly?"

Jiang Baohai couldn't describe his current mood; he just felt extremely annoyed.

Seeing his wife's displeased frown, the coldness on his face subsided. He took a deep breath, softened his tone, and explained to his wife:

“I’ve told her to be careful before, and she’s not even in her sixties or seventies with failing eyesight yet. I don’t know how she managed to slam her hand up onto the door frame.”

"Now that's great, I can't move around for three months, let alone go back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year."

Upon hearing this, Gao Qinghe glanced secretly at the doorway. Grandpa Wang poked his head out, then quickly withdrew it.

Qi Lianxin, whose mood had finally been soothed by her granddaughter, felt sad and guilty again when she heard her son's scolding words.

Gao Qinghe took a step back and re-examined the man in front of her.

"You're easily irritable these days, haven't you noticed?"

Having lived together for decades in their past lives, this man, now in his sixties and seemingly free from confusion, rarely loses his temper in daily life.

But now, he explodes whenever he runs into his mother-in-law.

When his wife asked him this, Jiang Baohai sighed helplessly, turned around and walked out of the ward to reflect on his actions.

Then, they were met with Grandpa Wang's sincere and innocent smile.

Jiang Baohai understood perfectly well; the man must have been brought by his wife.

He scoffed, laughing at himself for being worse than an outsider. He stepped aside, gesturing for the old man to go inside.

Qi Lianxin asked in surprise, "Brother Wang, what brings you here?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but sit up. But Grandpa Wang hadn't forgotten Jiang Baohai's reminder earlier, so he quickly told Qi Lianxin to lie down properly and not move around.

He said he came to check on her out of concern, and seeing that she was doing well, he was relieved.

Jiang Qiyue wanted to stay with her grandmother, but Gao Qinghe didn't force her. She let her stay in the ward and walked out of the ward herself, looking up to find someone's figure.

Jiang Baohai stood in front of the window at the end of the corridor. The cold wind was howling, and passersby were saying that the wind was too strong, but he didn't close the window.

Jiang Baohai chuckled inwardly. He didn't care whether they were cold or the wind was strong. He wasn't the one who opened the window, so he wasn't going to close it!

But when he saw his wife walking over wrapped in her coat, he quickly closed the wide-open window.

Seeing the man's action, Gao Qinghe found it amusing and tentatively asked, "Are you alright?" (End of Chapter)