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

Chapter 13 Why didn't she take away his rice bowl?
Two hundred yuan is more than a month's salary for a regular worker in the city.

The middle-aged woman's gloom vanished the moment she saw it.

Looking again at the girl in the room whom Boss Jiang couldn't take his eyes off, she suddenly realized something.

It's probably intentional that they made her bring people today, to give the girl inside the illusion that Boss Jiang is very popular.

Business people are shrewd and calculating.

The middle-aged woman smiled at Jiang and Hai, then took the red envelope and chased after the little girl who had run away.

He thought to himself, "Boss Jiang is indeed as generous as the rumors say."

Fang Xiaoyu thought her boss was incredibly generous.

If he had known there would be a red envelope, he would have brought his cousins ​​over to meet her, regardless of whether the relationship would work out or not.

Wouldn't it be great to get a thousand or eight hundred yuan worth of it back?
However, this idea was just a thought; it was unlikely that Fang Xiaoyu would actually do it.

He doesn't dare!
After seeing the matchmaker off, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but glance at Gao Qinghe a couple more times out of curiosity.

She is indeed beautiful, but what's even more remarkable is her aura.

She is very different from other women.

Fang Xiaoyu couldn't describe exactly how they differed.

All he knew was that his boss's repeated attempts to cause trouble meant he definitely had feelings for someone else!
"Boss, it seems like the cafeteria has everything ready. Shall we serve the food?" Fang Xiaoyu asked.

Jiang Baohai nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on Gao Qinghe.

Fang Xiaoyu clicked his tongue twice in his mind and immediately went to arrange lunch.

"You're Boss Jiang?"

Gao Qinghe acted as if she had never seen the man at the door before. With a mix of shyness, curiosity, and tentative inquiry, she softly asked to confirm.

Jiang Baohai smiled slightly, nodded, and stepped into the small cubicle.

Seeing Jiang Baohai at the age of twenty-five, Gao Qinghe felt genuinely happy.

Being young is great; you have a good figure and a youthful face.

Jiang Baohai wore a wide-shouldered black suit today, with a dark red open shirt underneath, and a gold chain around his neck.

This kind of outfit would look tacky on anyone else.

However, when Jiang Baohai wears it, it exudes a lazy and dashing sense of style.

The red and gold accents helped to tone down the dullness of the black suit.

A suit with wide shoulder pads makes the shoulders appear wider, the waist slimmer, and the figure taller.

The neckline is low and open, revealing most of the chest.

A thick gold chain lay on her prominent collarbone, and her skin glowed white against the backdrop of her red shirt.

Gao Qinghe's eyes lit up again and again.

But I couldn't help but wonder to myself, isn't it cold enough to expose your neck like that?

The small cubicle was originally a separate dining area.

Jiang Baohai often entertained his men here.

There was a round table in the room. He gestured, "Please sit down."

Gao Qinghe called Gao Qingmiao over and introduced herself:

"My name is Gao Qinghe, and this is my younger brother Gao Qingmiao."

Gao Qingmiao herself was tall and strong, but when Jiang Baohai's gaze swept over her...

He immediately sensed a powerful aura, and he didn't know what to think.

He blurted out, "Hello, brother-in-law!"

Jiang Baohai's polite smile froze.

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The air was so quiet it was suffocating.

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath and stomped hard on Gao Qingmiao's foot under the table.

Gao Qingmiao cried out in pain.

Catching a glimpse of her older sister's murderous glare, she tried to explain, but the more she spoke, the more confused she became, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He lowered his head dejectedly, like a 216-month-old child who had made a mistake.

Gao Qinghe looked at Jiang Baohai, her eyes filled with embarrassment. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't teach you?"

Jiang Baohai's slightly stiff face relaxed, and he remained noncommittal.

"Your brother has a good sense of humor."

Fang Xiaoyu brought people to serve the dishes, and the suffocatingly awkward atmosphere was finally lifted.

The cafeteria chef served six dishes and a soup, including both meat and vegetables, and the portions were very generous, making them look very appetizing.

Gao Qinghe frowned.

All six dishes contained garlic, and even the only soup had plenty of garlic foam floating on top.

"Mr. Jiang, you like garlic so much?" Gao Qingmiao asked in surprise.

Jiang Baohai: "Hmm, what's wrong? Don't you guys eat garlic?"

Gao Qingmiao glanced at her older sister and said, "My sister doesn't eat."

"Oh," Jiang Baohai said in a nonchalant tone, "Then I'm really sorry."

He picked up his chopsticks and ate the food himself, showing no intention of changing the dishes.

Seeing that Gao Qinghe and her brother weren't eating, he kindly explained:

"Business is so good, I've been busy all morning and haven't eaten yet. Do you mind if I finish eating first?"

Gao Qingmiao shook her head and gestured for him to eat quickly and eat more.

He can eat garlic, and he even ate meat with it; it tasted amazing!
Gao Qinghe simply put down her chopsticks, picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a small sip.

I glanced sideways at Jiang Baohai across the table, who was avoiding the garlic cloves, and wondered what he was up to.

Could it be because she stood him up last time, and he's holding a grudge?

Oh, man~
I don't know where he found out, but he somehow knew that she hated garlic the most.

When Gao Qinghe is being kind to someone, no one can resist her charm.

She now treats Jiang Baohai with a completely compensatory and tolerant attitude.

She was starving, but she wasn't angry at all when faced with a table full of dishes covered in garlic.

I never expected Jiang Baohai to be so childish.

"She's actually quite cute," Gao Qinghe thought to herself.

The two sat facing each other.

Jiang Baohai could feel Gao Qinghe's gaze on him.

He appeared very composed, and his movements were neither elegant nor rude.

But his suspicions were gradually confirmed until he became certain.

An uncontrollable surge of malicious pleasure welled up within me, a pleasure that penetrated to the very core of my being!

When I first saw Gao Qinghe today, she was dressed in a pretty blue and white outfit, and she really looked like a twenty-year-old girl.

How could a normal twenty-year-old girl, meeting her blind date for the first time, have the nerve to stare directly at her blind date like that?
And the methods she used on that young girl were not something a twenty-year-old Gao Qinghe would do.

So Jiang Baohai made up his mind at just one glance.

That woman who deserved to die a horrible death is back!
This news is so exciting it sends shivers down my spine.

Now he can't be considered bullying anyone.

Because the people he bullied were not innocent!
While eating, Jiang Baohai was imagining a hundred ways to make Gao Qinghe suffer a terrible death.

Just thinking about it made him want to immediately pour all the garlic from the plate in front of him into her mouth.

Seeing her with red eyes and tears streaming down her face, begging him to let her go and forgive her.

Do you really think he's some kind of magnanimous man who can tolerate his wife having feelings for another man for the rest of her life?!
Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Baohai, caught up in the revenge scenario he had imagined, ate two large bowls of rice in one go.

Wait a minute, something's not right.

Why is that woman's gaze so strange?
He deliberately put in so much garlic, so she couldn't eat a single bite of food. Why didn't she throw away his rice bowl?
Twenty-year-old Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai had never met.

But he endured Gao Qinghe's temper from age twenty-three to sixty for his entire life!

If you dare let her go hungry, I'll flip the table.

If she can't eat, then nobody else can!

(End of this chapter)