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

Chapter 11 Don't Talk to Older People Like That

The next morning, before dawn.

Gao Qinghe is enjoying a luxurious mansion in her dream, snacking, drinking milk tea, and watching TV series, with a row of exquisite high-end jewelry in front of her.

I was woken up by Huang Ying's loud knocking on the door.

The dream is over, and my heart is broken.

With a fierce determination pressing down on her chest, Gao Qinghe got out of bed and began to dress.

Gao Qinghe, at the age of twenty, was poor but beautiful.

With few nice clothes in her wardrobe, Gao Qinghe remained calm and happily put together an outfit for herself.

She wore a light blue mid-length cotton coat over a white turtleneck sweater.

She wore a pair of black straight-leg corduroy trousers and light-colored sneakers.

She gathered all her freshly washed long hair at the top of her head with her fingers and tied it into a loose bun, leaving a few strands out at her forehead and temples to frame her face.

I also wanted to cover up the faint bruise on my forehead that hadn't completely faded yet.

There are no cosmetics.

Just apply some cold cream to moisturize, then press your lips together until they bleed.

Gao Qinghe has good skin, which is delicate and fair, and her face is clean without a single mole.

Her face shape is a classic Chinese oval face, her eyebrows are neither too thick nor too thin, her eyes are large and bright, and the corners of her eyes are naturally slightly upturned, which softens the softness of her eyebrows and eyes and highlights her sharpness.

Her nose was small and high, and her upper and lower lips were full and alluring.

This face, with makeup, is bright, flamboyant, and eye-catching.

She is pure and radiant without makeup, with a classic elegance.

Her blue and white outfit and casual bun hairstyle made her look playful and lively, which suited her age perfectly.

Looking in the mirror, Gao Qinghe rubbed her eyes vigorously, finally making them misty and less sharp.

Gao Qingmiao called from the doorway, "Sister, are you done yet? If you don't go into town soon, you'll miss the bus."

"coming."

Gao Qinghe put down the mirror and ran out of the room.

Grandma got up early and cooked a bowl of sweet potato noodles for each of the siblings who were going to the city.

Gao Qinghe hadn't finished eating when she heard a car horn coming from the village entrance.

Gao Qingmiao sprang up, grabbed her, and left.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the car won't wait!"

Gao Qinghe thought about the osteoporosis in the elderly and dared not take any steps.

A sudden gust of damp, cold wind from early spring slapped my face.

She paused for a moment, then smiled.

He grabbed Gao Qingmiao's hand and charged forward first.

"Wait a minute, Master! There are still people here who haven't boarded yet!"

The siblings ran all the way to the bus. Gao Qingmiao pushed aside the people blocking the door and pushed her sister on.

Gao Qinghe boarded the bus smoothly, her eyes quickly scanning the area and finding two empty seats.

He rushed over and sat down in one seat, then saved another for his younger brother.

She patted the chair with her delicate hand, "Hurry, hurry, here!"

The people who got on after them saw that there were no empty seats and had to stand, looking at the siblings with great displeasure.

As a result, they were chatting and laughing while looking at the scenery outside the window, completely ignoring them.

The village buses stop whenever someone waves, regardless of whether the seats are full.

Only when the aisle was no longer crowded did they accelerate and head towards the county town.

When she first got on the bus, Gao Qinghe was still marveling at how youth is all about passion.

Gradually, the smile froze.

The mountain road was winding and steep, and the combination of the various smells inside the car made people feel dizzy from the bumpy ride.

Gao Qinghe gritted her teeth and swallowed the acidic liquid.

I endured it for two and a half hours.

We've arrived in the county town.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Gao Qinghe got out.

Breathing in the fresh, clean air, I finally feel alive again.

It takes half an hour to get from the county town to the mine, and you have to transfer.

The shuttle bus doesn't go that way; you can only take a private van.

Many vans passed by the mine, so Gao Qinghe wasn't in a hurry.

Since it was still early, she went to buy a gift first.

Gao Qingmiao asked curiously, "Who is it for?"

"You always have to make a good first impression," Gao Qinghe explained. She stepped into the Xinhua Bookstore, which had just opened.

The sales clerk, who was mopping the floor, did not proactively greet the customers.

Gao Qingmiao looked at her with a ghostly expression. "Sis, you want to buy books?"

In Gao Qingmiao's view, bookstores are sacred and high-class places.

He felt that the atmosphere here clashed with his academic underachiever status, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The sales clerk's scrutinizing gaze, in particular, sent chills down his spine.

Gao Qingmiao pulled her hoodie collar up to cover her face and whispered:
"Sis, let's go. What kind of gifts can you get in a bookstore? They're all boring stuff."

found it!
Gao Qinghe happily took down the heavy "Criminal Law" from the shelf.

The price on the back is 19.8 yuan.

Forget it, Jiang Baohai doesn't deserve it.

Under Gao Qingmiao's surprised gaze, Gao Qinghe quickly put the book back on the bookshelf, turned around and strode out the door.

Startled, Gao Qingmiao quickly followed.

Even though he didn't steal or rob, he was acting as guilty as if he were a thief.

The sales clerk looked completely bewildered.

Gao Qinghe did not give up on buying gifts, and purposefully scanned the area towards the station.

“An abandoned station, that’s it.”

Gao Qinghe stood in front of the used bookstore at the entrance of the abandoned site and asked with a smile:
"Boss, do you have a copy of the Criminal Law here?"

"Yes!" the boss replied enthusiastically, bending down to the corner of the table and handing Gao Qinghe the thick copy of the Criminal Law that was propping up the table.

"Here, one dollar and twenty cents."

Gao Qinghe dusted it off with disdain. The cover looked alright. "Five cents."

"piece!"

"Six cents."

"Eight cents!"

"make a deal."

Gao Qinghe took out a yuan and handed it over, and the shopkeeper gave her two mao in change.

Seeing some pretty wrapping paper in the junkyard, Gao Qinghe shamelessly asked for it.

The book was repackaged and looks presentable now.

Gao Qingmiao watched the whole thing and felt a strange sense of sympathy rising in her heart.

But I don't know who I should sympathize with.

At 11:00 a.m., a van made a brief stop for half a minute at the mine intersection.

The van sped away, kicking up clouds of dust.

Gao Qinghe and Gao Qingmiao, carrying gifts, walked confidently out of the dust.

Trucks loaded with black coal drove out of the mine gate.

There's a security guard shed next to the main gate, where an old gatekeeper sits.

Gao Qinghe was about to enter the mine.

The old man, who seemed to be listening intently to the radio, immediately stood up.

In a harsh voice: "What are you doing? Get out, get out!"

Gao Qinghe wondered to herself, "Didn't Jiang Baohai tell the security guard that she was coming?"
He smiled and said, "I had arranged to meet your boss, Mr. Jiang, here."

A youthful and pretty face came into view, and the gatekeeper stared at it, reluctant to leave.

After a long pause, a voice asked, "Huh?" "What did you just say?"

Gao Qingmiao said unhappily, "Grandpa, are you hard of hearing?!"

Gao Qinghe waved her hand at her younger brother, telling him not to talk to the old man like that.

He turned around and waved to the old man.

The other person immediately moved closer, glancing down at her.

Gao Qinghe suddenly took a deep breath: "I said! I arranged to meet your boss Jiang here! Did you hear me—"

"That shameless, lecherous old man!!!"

After roaring, he didn't even glance at the old face covered in red and green bark, elegantly dusted off his clothes, and walked towards the mine.

He acted as if he were at home.

Gao Qingmiao, fearing the gatekeeper hadn't heard her clearly, cursed again: "You old lecher!"

"Once my sister and Boss Jiang get their marriage certificate, I'll immediately have my brother-in-law fire you, you shameless old bastard!"

"You, you guys!"

The old man trembled all over, feeling so ashamed and indignant that he almost fainted.

(End of this chapter)