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

Jiang Baohai finished his social engagements very late today.

The smell of smoke and alcohol was unbearable, so I took a shower at the hotel before going home to avoid disturbing the peace.

The thought of his wife sleeping soundly in bed, and being able to pull her into his arms, filled him with immense satisfaction.

When the car arrived at the front door, bright lights shone from the living room.

She was actually waiting for me?

Jiang Baohai was overjoyed, never expecting to receive such treatment in his life.

It seems that the decades of marriage in their past life were not in vain; so many years of affection have made her unable to leave him.

Gao Qinghe: You can't sleep at all without your father by your side.

Jiang Baohai didn't get out of the car, but gently honked the horn.

Someone peeked out from inside the house, and then a figure quickly walked out and opened the door.

Jiang Baohai rolled down the car window, about to call out to his wife, but then abruptly changed his mind, "Mom?"

"You're still awake?"

He remembered that his mother did not have the habit of staying up late to watch TV dramas.

Wait, why has he never seen his mother wearing those clothes before?

The dark red pullover knit sweater wasn't the hand-knitted kind; it was the kind of wool sweater advertised on TV—lightweight, stylish, and with a sparkling rhinestone on the chest.

He wore a pair of black nylon straight-leg suit pants, making him look very upright and energetic.

Upon closer inspection, their hairstyles have changed!
When she left home in the morning, her straight hair was tied into a braid and coiled at the back of her head, making her look over fifty, even though she was only forty-five.

Now she has fine, curly hair, half-tied up, with a plastic hair clip at the back of her head.

Suddenly, I looked ten years younger.

With that kind of attire, it's no wonder Jiang Baohai almost mistook his mother for Gao Qinghe.

When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law returned from town in the afternoon, they had already astonished the villagers along the way.

Especially when they heard Gao Qinghe call out "Mom," they thought it was her biological mother from her maternal family who had come.

Qian Qiaolan loved fashion the most; she would try out any new thing that came out. She was the first person in the village to get a perm and wear lipstick.

In the entire Zhao Village, apart from the beautiful new niece-in-law of the fifth brother's family, which woman could outshine her?
With a mixture of curiosity and provocation, Qian Qiaolan turned around.

Who said that was Gao Qinghe's biological mother?

stand out!
Open your dog eyes and take a good look at who this is!
This is fucking Qilian Heart!

So shocked was Qian Qiaolan that she stared blankly the whole way, as if she were still in a dream.

That said, both Jiang Baohai and Jiang Yu are quite good-looking.

As the mother who gave birth to both of them, Jiang's mother must have had good genes.

The love of beauty is human nature, and Jiang's mother was no exception.

When I came out of the barbershop in the afternoon, I wanted to put a plastic bag over my head.

As a result, he was praised by the villagers all the way, and now he's even secretly pleased with himself.

After her son got out of the car, Jiang's mother, clutching the hem of her sweater, said somewhat shyly:
"Is it alright? Your wife chose it, and she insisted on waiting for you to come back and take a look before letting me go back to my room to sleep. She even said that I should wear this at home from now on, and if I dare to take it off, she will immediately throw it into the stove to burn. It really makes me furious."

He yawned immediately after speaking.

I've never stayed up all night before; I'm getting older and can't keep up anymore.

Jiang Baohai gave a thumbs up very seriously, "Great, I'll always listen to your daughter-in-law from now on, it won't go wrong."

Jiang's mother said awkwardly, "You're just protecting your precious daughter-in-law. I'm going to sleep. I really don't know what's wrong with her; she won't even let people sleep, really."

He muttered something to himself, oblivious to the smile lines creeping into his eyes.

"By the way, the milk is still warm in the pot. Take it and drink it yourself, it'll taste different tomorrow."

After giving her instructions, Jiang's mother closed the door.

Gao Qinghe was reclining on the sofa when she saw Jiang Baohai walk in with a glass of hot milk. She proudly showed him her achievement.

"How about that? I made Mom look ten years younger, even better than getting Thermage or Ultherapy!"

Jiang Baohai didn't waste any words, "Tenfold reimbursement." Gao Qinghe chuckled mischievously, glanced at the side bedroom, and whispered, "No need, Mom paid for it herself."

Jiang Baohai couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. He sat down, opened the milk bottle, and held it to her lips.

Gao Qinghe shook her head and refused, so he picked up the glass and drank it himself.

He gulped down several large mouthfuls, emptying the bottle completely.

"What, your big boss doesn't offer water when he's doing business?" Gao Qinghe frowned, looking like she felt sorry for her husband.

Jiang Baohai had no way to deal with her. He put down the empty bottle, turned off the TV, and carried her into the house.

Gao Qinghe patted his shoulder, "Shoes, shoes!"

The door closed and then opened again. Jiang Baohai took the shoes inside and placed them by the bed.

This interruption dispelled her intention to scare him, and she slowly changed into her pajamas, asking with a hint of sourness:
"You only buy it for Mom, but not for me? Have you forgotten that you have a husband?"

She used to manage all his wardrobe!

Although it was to acquire limited-edition rare leather bags and a bunch of unsellable ugly clothes as part of a purchase quota.

Whether he wears it or not is another matter, but he's part of it too.

Gao Qinghe had guessed that he would ask this question, and pointed to the storage cabinet on the bedside table.

Jiang Baohai raised an eyebrow expectantly, quickly buttoned up his pajamas, and opened the top drawer.

A set of dark gray thermal underwear.

Jiang Baohai laughed, then stopped laughing.

"That's too perfunctory." Unable to resist any longer, he grabbed the person as punishment and kissed them deeply.

After all that fuss, they were about to end up in bed.

Gao Qinghe forcefully pried his head open, pointed her chin at him, and said, "The blankets haven't been laid out yet, hurry up."

Jiang Baohai remained silent, realizing that he was being waited for Jiang Baohai to start working.

I picked the person up and placed them on the dresser to sit on, then rolled up their sleeves to change the bed sheet.

Gao Qinghe leaned on the dresser with both hands, her long legs crossed. "Honey, do you know what? I love the way you do housework the most. You're so different from those flashy, cheap women out there. You have such a wonderful husband vibe. You're simply the best of the best."

Someone thought they were no longer susceptible to this kind of thing.

But his body language betrayed him; his mouth was practically twisted with a grin, and the blanket was shaking violently.

Gao Qinghe originally thought that there would be news about used cars at the earliest next month.

Unexpectedly, on the last day of October, Jiang Baohai drove a clean yellow minivan into the yard.

It also comes with a transportation business license.

"So fast?"

Gao Qinghe jumped off the sofa, quickly put on her slippers, and rushed into the yard to check on the car.

Jiang Baohai frowned unhappily and reached out to pull her back. "Slow down, I don't want you to fall."

"Your reputation is truly impressive, Boss Lady!"

Fang Xiaoyu got out of the van and handed her the keys, business license, vehicle registration, and other documents.

"When Sister Yan heard that it was your friend, Boss Lady, who wanted it, she personally went to choose the car."

Fang Xiaoyu explained, "It's only been driven for half a year. It hasn't been in any accidents or been flooded. It's just that the paint has chipped a bit after being left out in the open for more than a year. Otherwise, it would be almost brand new."

"However, the paint has just been applied, so it looks brand new. Please check it again."

No one present was better at this than Gao Qinghe.

People who enjoy driving generally know a little about repairs, and Gao Qinghe is no exception.

I checked it inside and out, tested the engine, and even drove it around a couple of times. It really is no different from a brand new one.

Gao Qinghe smiled gratefully at Fang Xiaoyu and said, "Please tell Sister Yan that I'll treat her to a meal when she has time."

Fang Xiaoyu assured him that he would definitely pass on the message. (End of Chapter)