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

Huang Yanqiu parked the car on the side of the road near the clothing store, and Gao Qinghe got out of the car.

Mo Xiaohong, who was standing at the door, suddenly widened her eyes.

"Sister Qinghe!"

She excitedly ran forward a couple of steps, looking in surprise at the van parked in front of her.

Huang Yanqiu sat in the driver's seat, raised her hand and waved to her, "Get in the car, I'll show you my new car."

Mo Xiaohong looked at Gao Qinghe in disbelief. Seeing her nod, she then reported to the shop, "Boss, come out and see! Cousin Yanqiu bought a new car!"

After shouting, he couldn't wait for Gao Qingmiao to come out. After a flurry of activity, he finally opened the car door and excitedly got in.

When Gao Qingmiao heard the commotion and rushed out, she only saw the rear of a bright yellow van.

"Oh my god, sis, you really bought a car for Yanqiu?" Gao Qingmiao admitted that he was jealous.

"Sister, are you still my real sister? You're Huang Yanqiu's real sister, aren't you?!"

Gao Qinghe retorted, "Can you compare to Huang Yanqiu? If an armed robber wanted to kill your sister, would you dare to rush up and fight him?"

Gao Qingmiao puffed out her chest, "I dare! For my sister, I, Gao Qingmiao, would go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Easier said than done." Gao Qinghe clicked her tongue and shook her head, looking up at the second-floor room. "Where's Gao Qingya? Where's Mom?"

After receiving a glare from her older sister, Gao Qingmiao replied dejectedly:
“Go upstairs and see for yourself. Mom is a very busy person now, leaving early and returning late. She and my uncle are constantly running between construction sites and restaurants. I can only see her once every two or three days.”

Before she could finish speaking, Gao Qinghe had already gone upstairs via the side staircase.

Before we even reached the second floor, we could hear music playing.

Gao Qingya didn't close the room door; she was listening to music and dancing her cha-cha inside.

Gao Qinghe knocked on the door twice, but she didn't hear it, lost in her own world.

Jiang Yu started doing her homework as soon as she got home.

This girl, on the other hand, started dancing.

It seems the skin has become loose again after not being tapped for so long.

Gao Qinghe strode into the room, raised her hand and turned off the music. Gao Qingya wailed, "Sister, I was practicing! Why did you turn off my music!"

After she finished wailing, she opened her eyes wide with surprise and asked, "Sis, when did you get here?"

Gao Qinghe leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, and said, "Never mind when I arrived, I'm asking you, how were your midterm exam results?"

Seeing her sister's serious expression, Gao Qingya thought she had committed a serious crime again.

Upon hearing that the question was about grades, he pretended to be calm and said, "It's just so-so, first place, first in the grade."

They didn't forget to add, "Jiang Yu ranked tenth in their grade."

She was more concerned about other people's grades and rankings.

Gao Qinghe realized she had misunderstood the child, her serious expression softened, and she asked her what she was doing, jumping around like that.

Gao Qingya was a little embarrassed and twisted her hands, saying, "I'm rehearsing for the school anniversary gala."

"But I'm not good at jumping, so I came back to practice."

Gao Qinghe asked in surprise, "Why didn't I hear Jiang Yu say that you two don't go to the same school?"

"Tch." Gao Qingya rolled her eyes. "She doesn't participate in any activities, and no one invites her."

There's something Gao Qingya didn't say.

That is, she also extended a sincere invitation to Jiang Yu on behalf of the student council, but unfortunately she was coldly rejected.

Gao Qingya wasn't one to tattle, but she couldn't help but tell her sister, feeling a little wronged:
"Does she have a problem with me? I saw her chatting and laughing with her classmates, but as soon as she saw me, her face fell, as if I owed her millions."

It's a shame she even stood up for Jiang Yu before.

This wasn't the first time Gao Qinghe had heard her younger sister mention Jiang Yu's differential treatment of her.

As someone who's been through it all, she can see right through a child's awkwardness.

“You’ve seen her at her most embarrassing. She owes you a favor and has no way to repay it. Plus, we’re so close now, she doesn’t know how to face you and is afraid you’ll bring up her embarrassing moments, so she can only avoid you.”

Perhaps there's also a phobia of people like Gao Qingya, who are energetic, outgoing, and lively.

Gao Qingya didn't understand, "Then why is she so nice to you?" Gao Qinghe smiled, "I'm not in the same school as her every day."

"Then I won't play with her anymore," Gao Qingya said somewhat sullenly.

Gao Qinghe patted her younger sister's arm, "Take it slow, you're just too impatient."

I have an idea in my head that I can't wait to say, but before I can finish, another one pops up, and I can't even speak clearly anymore.

Fortunately, Gao Qingya is naturally easygoing and quickly forgot about these unpleasant feelings.

Turn the music back on so your sister can see how well you've practiced.

Cha-cha is easy for beginners to learn; even those without a professional dance background can dance it. It mainly involves rhythm and hand-foot coordination.

Gao Qingya was full of energy, but her movements were particularly strange and she couldn't keep up with the music rhythm.

Gao Qinghe laughed so hard she almost choked after reading it once.

After being laughed at for the entire song, Gao Qingya collapsed onto the bed in despair, exclaiming, "So annoying! So annoying!"

Gao Qinghe stopped laughing, cleared her throat with a light cough, and told her to get up.

“I see, you don’t know how to twist your hips at all. Come here, I’ll give you some pointers.”

Gao Qingya didn't believe it: "You've never danced before."

"You haven't jumped it yourself, but you've seen others jump it?"

Gao Qinghe grabbed her and said, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry. I have to accompany Huang Yanqiu to the maternal and child health station later."

Under Gao Qingya's suspicious gaze, Gao Qinghe took the lead and gave a demonstration, looking quite professional. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was a professional dance teacher.

Seeing the little girl stunned, Gao Qinghe thought to herself, "I'm the head of the community's senior dance troupe."

She led her group to participate in professional Latin dance competitions abroad and even won an international excellence award!

However, Gao Qinghe was also curious, isn't breakdancing popular now?
How to choose a Latin cha-cha dance?
Gao Qingya said, "Classes 2, 3, and 4 are all breakdancing. If we want to win first place, we definitely need to do something different from others to have a better chance of winning."

"A Fire in Winter" combined with a modified, passionate cha-cha dance is sure to be a hit!

Having someone to guide you makes a difference; Gao Qingya felt it was much more effective than practicing blindly on her own.

Downstairs, Huang Yanqiu frantically honked her horn, announcing that Gao Qinghe was leaving, and Gao Qingya was reluctant to let this professional teacher go.

Gao Qinghe patted her younger sister's bouncy buttocks.

"Practice what I just taught you repeatedly, turn the rhythm into muscle memory, and it will be easier to learn new movements later."

Gao Qingya nodded emphatically. Being number one in academics wasn't enough; she also wanted to be number one in the school anniversary gala!
Seeing her arrogant expression, Gao Qinghe shook her head helplessly, not knowing whether it was good or bad, and decided to let her be.

I put down two packs of butterfly-shaped sanitary napkins and asked the sales assistant to record her experience using them.

When Gao Qinghe came downstairs, Mo Xiaohong was excitedly describing her experience of riding in a minivan to Gao Qingmiao.

He spoke with such enthusiasm and passion.

Hearing this made Gao Qingmiao feel incredibly sad.

That's his own sister! They buy cars for other people but not for him.

However, upon hearing Gao Qinghe's footsteps coming downstairs, all the resentment on his face vanished, and he grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"Sis, do you think I deserve the Honda CG125 you gave me?"

Gao Qinghe: "What CG125?"

Mo Xiaohong heard Gao Qingmiao recite it every day, and explained, "Motorcycle, imported from Nissan."

It turns out to be a motorcycle model.

Gao Qinghe smiled gently at her younger brother: "Get lost."

Gao Qingmiao bowed and withdrew with her arms crossed, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty."

After everyone left, the young man clenched his fist and swore an oath—

I can buy it myself, humph! (End of Chapter)