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

Jiang Baohai subconsciously shook his head, but then realized that the action was against his will, and froze.

Gao Qinghe stepped forward, slipped her hand into the man's suit trouser pocket, grasped his slightly cool hand, squeezed it firmly, and told him it was okay and there was no need to think so much.

"Wife."

Jiang Baohai leaned his head on his wife's shoulder and said with some self-loathing, "I don't want to get angry at her at all, but I don't know why, I just can't help it."

Gao Qinghe listened quietly to his rambling.

She didn't have the chance to meet her mother-in-law in her previous life, so during the decades she spent with Jiang Baohai, she rarely heard him mention his family.

It was through this rebirth that she realized that the usually emotionally stable CEO Jiang could be so childish when facing his mother.

This man seems to have never grown up in front of his mother. Due to his special family circumstances, he has never learned how to get along with his vulnerable and suffering mother.

In the past, when people were not present or needed, there were naturally no problems.

Things are different now. Qi Lianxin is alive and well. She has lived a healthy life until now, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, she will have several more decades of good life ahead of her.

For Jiang Baohai, the prospect of spending decades with his mother in the future might be a bit overwhelming.

But she was her mother after all, and he sincerely hoped that she would live a long and healthy life.

You can't just hope someone dies sooner, can you?
Reading his wife's eyes, Jiang Baohai whispered in her ear, "Don't think too highly of me."

"Rebel!"

Gao Qinghe rolled her eyes at him.

"Old Jiang, I've noticed that none of you, Xiaoyu, or your mother know how to love."

Jiang Baohai instinctively wanted to retort, but Gao Qinghe preemptively said, "You don't know how to love properly."

These words sealed Jiang Baohai's fate, leaving him speechless.

Why was he so infatuated with Gao Qinghe?

It's because she seems to be always surrounded by love that she unconsciously exudes love.

He could live a very fulfilling and peaceful life because of the love she gave him.

Jiang Baohai felt that he must be a born villain to shamelessly absorb the positive energy full of love from her and refuse to let go until his death.

She remained unaware of this secret, helplessly allowing him to drain her resources to fill the void in her being.

She was already captivating enough in her past life.

She seems to have evolved again in this life, concealing her sharp edges and giving all her tenderness to him and their daughter without reservation.

Jiang Baohai is sometimes quite proud of this.

But most of the time, like right now, he felt even worse; he was jealous that his mother and younger sister could take away her energy.

This is also the main reason for his irritability.

"Gao Qinghe, can you please stop being so kind?"

Jiang Baohai whispered in her ear, gritting his teeth as he pleaded.

Gao Qinghe suddenly felt that she had something to do in her life again—to train her husband's family.

Jiang Yu is back.

Grandpa Wang wasn't embarrassed at all. He kindly introduced himself to Jiang Yu, telling her to just call him Uncle Wang.

After the introduction, she continued to take care of Qi Lianxin and make her soup, a pot of bone broth that Gao Qinghe had personally simmered all morning.

I wouldn't say it was bad, but I definitely appreciated the thought behind it.

Jiang Baohai returned to the ward with his wife in his arms. Upon seeing this scene, his first reaction was not to chase away Grandpa Wang, the old man who was so attentive to his mother, but to force Gao Qinghe to promise that he would also stew a pot of bone soup for him later.

Gao Qinghe couldn't help but laugh.

Because when people are speechless, they really do want to laugh!

Perhaps feeling that he had the Jiang family's tacit approval, for the next week, Grandpa Wang came to visit Qi Lianxin every day without fail.

And he never came empty-handed. Either he would make nourishing soups, such as pigeon soup, black chicken soup, or turtle soup, and he would bring a different one every day. Or he would bring a radio and newspaper and play interesting stories for Qi Lianxin to listen to and chat with her.

Qi Lianxin's condition is getting better day by day.

Gao Qinghe was not surprised at all to find that her mother-in-law, who had originally intended to shut her heart away, had opened her heart again.

Wang Xin was already preparing to go back when he was deeply moved to see his father taking such good care of Aunt Qi.

But she had no choice but to accept reality.

Once a person accepts reality, their attitude towards the world becomes much gentler.

Wang Xin brought his child to visit Qi Lianxin.

Gao Qinghe's family was present at the time. Wang Xin stated that she and her brother had discussed it and that if the two elderly people decided to be together, they would not object.

Jiang Baohai and Jiang Yu exchanged a glance, their expressions suggesting they weren't in a good position to accept the situation.

But Jiang Baohai also stated, "As children, all we care about is that our parents are happy."

After that, Grandpa Wang came to the hospital even more often, but he never dared to let Jiang Baohai call him Uncle Wang.

The two spoke their own minds, with Jiang Baohai calling Grandpa Wang by his full name and Grandpa Wang calling Jiang Baohai "General Manager Jiang".

Wang Da-ye persisted until Qi Lianxin was discharged from the hospital. Wang Xin then took him abroad to spend the Chinese New Year with his children, and the two elderly people were forced to separate.

Love has a mysterious power, and Qi Lianxin recovered remarkably well.

The doctor said that it was originally supposed to take three months to recover, but now it looks like there should be noticeable results in two months.

However, bone growth is a long process, which means that Qi Lianxin will not be able to do heavy work or even handle a pot for at least a year.

Jiang Qiyue, who had been eating plain white rice with her mother for half a month, was devastated upon hearing this news.

As the year draws to a close, Jiang Baohai is extremely busy. After his mother was discharged from the hospital and his worries were put aside, he has been even busier than usual.

At home, in front of the sofa.

Gao Qinghe, alone with her mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and daughter, put her hands on her hips and said:
"I want to hire a nanny, and nobody can stop me!"

Jiang Qiyue was the first to raise her little hand in support of her mother's great and wise decision.

Qi Lianxin had no right to speak, but her stubborn expression fully conveyed her protest.

Jiang Yu asked timidly, "It's almost Chinese New Year, will we be able to hire a nanny?"

Gao Qinghe lowered her head. Yes, where can we find a nanny now?

Qi Lianxin swallowed hard and boldly suggested, "Why don't we let Xiaoyu do it? I'll guide her from the side."

Jiang Yu thought it was acceptable and was about to nod when Gao Qinghe raised one hand, her tone resolute:

“No, she still has to do her internship! I’ve already notified the company that she should go there before the New Year to familiarize herself with the environment, and then officially start her internship after the New Year.”

Jiang Qiyue said, "Mom, Dad is cooking noodles."

It means that Dad can cook.

Jiang Baohai, who is far away at the company: Jiang Qiyue, you are truly a good daughter to your father!
Gao Qinghe thought about it seriously and said, "Okay!"

Old Jiang's cooking skills are passable.

“Then it’s settled. Xiaoyu and I will take turns working here for the next few days before the New Year. Once the holiday starts, Yueyue’s dad will take over until we find a nanny.”

Gao Qinghe made the decision forcefully, and no one could object.

Qi Lianxin is no longer the same Qi Lianxin she used to be. She would never again say that her son is a man and that it's improper for a man to cook in the kitchen.

She nodded heavily, got up and asked Jiang Yu to get paper and pen. The mother and daughter sat at the dining table, one reading and the other writing, drafting a menu.

It wasn't for my own stomach, but because I felt sorry for my granddaughter's mouth.

Qi Lianxin shuddered at the thought of Jiang Baohai making noodles for her every day; she couldn't bear to imagine it, absolutely couldn't! (End of Chapter)