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

This side of the living room.

Huang Ying, Gao Chongyi, and Gao Qingmiao sat in a row on the sofa, looking very serious.

Gao Qinghe sat alone opposite the three of them, playing with her daughter's small ball in her hand, a smile on her lips.

Gao Qingmiao glanced at her parents, then took out a thick envelope from the inside pocket of her leather jacket, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it in front of Gao Qinghe.

Gao Qinghe put the ball down, picked up the envelope, opened it, and glanced at it: 20,000 yuan.

Not bad, not bad, I'll keep it.

Gao Qingmiao explained, "Sister, this is your share of the profits from the clothing store from July last year to January this year, plus the rent for your store. It was originally 19,800 yuan, but I added 200 yuan for you, making it 20,000 yuan."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and said generously, "Then consider the two hundred as my niece's New Year's money in advance."

Gao Qinghe curled her lips, "Two hundred yuan is something you dare to bring up separately."

"Okay, I'll thank Yueyue's uncle on her behalf." He gave a forced smile.

Gao Qingmiao didn't mind at all, puffed out her chest, and chuckled, "You're welcome, you're welcome. Even siblings should keep clear accounts, right? You taught me that, sister."

Gao Qinghe chuckled, "Then how about calculating the pocket money you usually take from my wallet?"

Gao Qingmiao: "."

After a long pause, he managed to stammer out, "Gao Qingya took it too, why don't you say anything about her?"

Before she could finish speaking, her father slapped her across the face. "You're already at work, how dare you!"

Gao Qingmiao was fuming, but knowing she was in the wrong, she muttered:

"Then when my new store opens, I'll give my sister a share. I'm not the kind of person who likes to take advantage or is ungrateful."

Huang Ying reminded him, "Your dad and I heard what you said. Remember to bring the contract over later."

"I know, I know," Gao Qingmiao replied helplessly. She truly regretted mentioning the extra two hundred.

Of course, he didn't regret giving his older sister shares; he regretted being criticized.

My brother's share has been paid; now it's my parents' turn.

Husband and wife are one; Huang Ying's is Gao Chongyi's, and Gao Chongyi's is Huang Ying's.

As soon as Gao Qinghe picked up the dark red handbag and placed it on the coffee table, she could feel its heavy weight.

As Huang Ying took out money, Gao Chongyi said:

"This is the project payment that your mother and uncle's company settled last year. After deducting various expenses and the remaining working capital, there was a total profit of 120,000. Since you have 15% of the company's shares, you will receive 18,000."

Huang Ying pushed the money to her daughter, saying, "Count it."

After Gao Qinghe finished counting, she took out another red envelope separately.

"Mom, what's this?" Gao Qinghe asked in surprise.

Huang Ying smiled and said, "This is a special gift from Mom. It's not much, just a token. All three of you siblings will receive one, each with a thousand yuan. Your dad and I will save Ya Ya's for her first."

"After she graduates, she can do whatever she wants with it," Gao Chongyi added.

Once the family had settled the money issue, Grandma Tian had also served all the dishes.

Gao Qinghe happily took the money and went back to her bedroom first.

Jiang Baohai quietly followed her in, unaware that Gao Qinghe had already spotted him. He deliberately let out a "hey" to scare her, but ended up being startled by Gao Qinghe instead.

The couple looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You seem so happy. How much money did your parents and Miaomiao give you?"

Jiang Baohai walked over naturally, put his arm around his wife's waist from behind, and turned his head to look at the money in her hand.

Gao Qinghe shook the banknotes, which fluttered up and down like butterfly wings, releasing a unique scent of ink.

"It wasn't much. I just lay around all year doing nothing and only made 39,000 yuan." If he said it wasn't much, he would have been wagging his tail in the air by now.

Jiang Baohai exclaimed in astonishment, "Our parents and brother have really struck it rich!"

Thirty-nine thousand yuan might not be much to the couple.

But compared to city dwellers like Grandpa Wang, whose monthly retirement pension is only a few hundred yuan, this is equivalent to five or six years of his income in one year.

Moreover, this is only the initial stage of the construction company's stabilization and rapid development.

In the future, this dividend will grow exponentially, like a snowball rolling downhill.

Jiang Baohai secretly calculated the other companies his wife had invested in. He didn't know about the ones further away, but nearby were Huang Yanqiu's car rental company and Xiang Nanfei's dealership.

Both sides should expect to make a very considerable profit this year.

Thinking of this, Jiang Baohai tightened his embrace of his wife, leaning against her back and shamelessly saying:

"Rich woman wife, looking for a sugar daddy."

Gao Qinghe chuckled and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, slapping it on his handsome face. "Here, spend it however you like, no need to thank me."

Open the safe and put all the money inside.

The couple briefly admired the lovely RMB and gold bars in the safe for three seconds, then, satisfied, went to eat.

It's rare for both families to get together like this all year round, and with the atmosphere so perfect, Gao Qinghe couldn't help but have a couple more drinks.

By the time we finished eating, it was already 10 p.m.

Jiang Qiyue was already extremely sleepy. Her aunt and younger aunt carried her to the bathroom, washed her face and feet, and coaxed her to bed.

Gao Qinghe suggested, "Let's not go to the old house so late. There's not enough room for so many people there, and it's cold outside. Dad, Mom, Grandma, why don't you stay here and sleep for the night?"

She had already planned it all out: her mother-in-law and sister-in-law would sleep together.

Mom, Grandma, and younger sister slept in Grandma's room, while Dad and younger brother made do on makeshift beds on the floor in their daughter's room. They carried their daughter to the master bedroom where she and Jiang Baohai could sleep comfortably.

Qi Lianxin thought the arrangement was good and warmly invited him to stay.

She genuinely likes her daughter-in-law's family. Being with them makes her feel inexplicably relaxed and happy, as if all the pressure has disappeared.

She wished they could stay a few more days so she would have someone to chat with.

Given such hospitality, and since Huang Ying was indeed quite drunk, Gao Qingmiao and the others decided to stay.

Gao Qinghe lay in a room with her mother, grandmother, and younger sister. Accompanied by Huang Ying's snoring, the three of them chatted until almost dawn before finally going to sleep.

Gao Qinghe, with one arm around her daughter and the other holding her husband's hand, said softly with contentment:
"Jiang Baohai, it's so good that we can be reborn."

Jiang Baohai waited for his wife until midnight, yawning repeatedly. He gave a perfunctory "uh-huh" response, then turned his head and drifted off to sleep.

Gao Qinghe lowered her head and kissed her daughter's rosy cheeks, gently released her, turned around, nestled into her husband's broad chest, and savored the happiness of this blissful family life.

It took a long, long time before I finally fell asleep, reluctant to go.

The next day, Grandma Tian got up early to make her eldest granddaughter's favorite breakfast, and then quietly left with the children.

Huang Ying and Gao Chongyi listened to their daughter and bought the house in the old town that very day.

Afterwards, they stayed in the provincial capital for two more days and took Grandma Tian to the old house.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, we boarded the train back to Qing County and the whole family went back to our hometown to celebrate the New Year.

Upon learning that her parents and grandmother had arrived home safely, Gao Qinghe finally felt relieved.

For the next few days, I focused on helping my husband and sister-in-law prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner.

However, it was mainly Jiang Baohai and Jiang Yu who were doing the work.

She would usually hold her daughter and follow behind the two of them, clapping along, keeping the siblings enthusiastic. (End of Chapter)