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

Chapter 24 The Plea Hidden in the Eyes
[Host, the male lead definitely wants to apologize and smooth things over. Aren't you going to reciprocate by giving him a gift in return?]

The system popped up softly, tentatively exploring.

Gao Qinghe chuckled inwardly, "Did I force him?"

System: [You didn't force him, but even your family can see that he did this because of you. He's gone through all this, aren't you even a little bit moved?]

Gao Qinghe: "You think I'm moved by something as trivial as this? I would have been moved to death long ago."

"My gratitude isn't so cheap!"

The system choked for a moment.

You...you really don't know what's good for you!

Gao Qinghe: "You know you should at least marry the male lead and repay him with your body! I wish you two will never be separated."

The system shuddered.

To be inseparable for eternity—that's such a vicious curse!

[I don’t want to! ]

The system paused for a moment after the words were shouted out.

Gao Qinghe grinned mischievously, "Isn't the male lead great? How can you be dissatisfied with this marriage? She's not a good woman, you know."

The system, enraged, retorted: "I...I'm not human!"

Only humans can marry each other.

Yes, it's not human, so no matter how good the male protagonist is, he could never marry it.

System: [You bad woman! I was going to tell you a secret, but now I don't want to, hmph!]

Gao Qinghe raised an eyebrow. "Say it or don't, it's not like I'm the one who's going to suffocate."

After straightening her collar, Gao Qinghe went back to her room and lay down.

Seeing that the person was about to fall asleep, the system couldn't help but whisper:
Don't you really want to know?

Gao Qinghe remained silent, simply shifting to a more comfortable position to lie down.

System: [I know you're not asleep!]

Okay, I'll tell you quietly. Jiang Baohai is acting strangely.

Now that you've mentioned this, Gao Qinghe is no longer sleepy.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that she still hadn't reacted, the system thought to itself: Stupid host, Jiang Baohai was also reborn.

But since she just cursed it, it won't tell her the truth.

The system says: [Do you know how much Jiang Baohai likes you?]

Gao Qinghe was speechless. "I'm not a system, how would I know?"

The system sighed.

His affection level towards you is -100.

"What?" Gao Qinghe wondered if she had misheard.

How can the favorability rating be negative?
"Why?" Gao Qinghe couldn't understand.

She's beautiful, kind-hearted, humorous, and witty—how could any man have a negative opinion of her?
Not only is it negative, but it's negative by a hundred!
System: [If you want to know, ask him yourself. I'm just a useless system; I can't hear other people's thoughts.]

Gao Qinghe: "."

Damn system, its vengeful nature is unbelievable.

She shrugged, pretending not to care.

"That's true. The favorability rating tested by the waste system isn't necessarily accurate. Who knows if you're judging the system incorrectly by a negative 100?"

System: [I absolutely cannot possibly make a mistake in my testing!]

"Hmph~" smugly: [I won't fall for your reverse psychology this time.]

It just won't say.

Bad women are so capable, you can guess for yourself.

"Hey!" Gao Qinghe shouted in her heart.

The chattering system voice in my mind never came out again.

Gao Qinghe scoffed and stopped asking questions, closing her eyes for a short rest.

But how could Jiang Baohai's favorability towards her be negative?

If the data from this dog system test is correct.

With her favorability rating at -100, why didn't Jiang Baohai stab her to death on the spot?

Therefore, Gao Qinghe was certain.

The dog system deliberately said those things to distract her!

Gao Qinghe's trust level in the system: -200!

A system capable of reading Gao Qinghe's inner thoughts: ? ? ?

But if I told the host now that Jiang Baohai had also been reborn, she definitely wouldn't believe me.

The system experienced frustration for the first time when it couldn't speak its mind.

For a long time afterward, Gao Qinghe felt an undeniable resentment lingering around her. Guessing that the system was unhappy, Gao Qinghe was delighted.

Gao Chongyi acted quickly; he wrote the application materials every year, and this time he only needed to reorganize them.

The next morning, Gao Qinghe received the application materials handwritten by her father.

After a simple lunch.

Gao Qinghe then took her father's application materials and headed to the village committee.

The two small red brick houses, built three years ago, are located near the village primary school.

The mud in front of the house was leveled, and over the years, it had been worn smooth by the villagers coming and going.

A flagpole stands in front of the village committee building, with red flags fluttering in the wind.

There weren't many people here at midday.

Gao Qinghe stood outside the door and asked, "Is Secretary Zhou here?"

Zhou Zhenghua, who was sitting inside preparing to eat lunch, suddenly stood up and looked out the door with surprise.

Gao Qinghe is still dressed the same way she did the day she went to the city.

However, the bun hairstyle was changed to a high ponytail.

Her long, smooth, black hair was tied high on her head, with the ends swaying slightly as she walked.

The sunlight shone on her, making her seem to be bathed in a light golden halo.

She saw Zhou Zhenghua stand up and walk in carrying materials.

In that instant, Zhou Zhenghua felt as if he had seen the sun.

The originally dark, damp, and cold room became warm and bright because of her arrival.

As he saw her approach, his heart clenched, and a strange feeling arose within him.

Gao Qinghe spoke first, explaining her purpose.

"This is the application material written by my father. Secretary Zhou, please take a look and see if there are any problems."

Gao Qinghe handed over the materials.

Zhou Zhenghua seemed to have just come to his senses. "Oh, okay, you sit down first, let me take a look."

Gao Qinghe noticed the aluminum lunchbox on his desk.

Inside was a steamed sweet potato, half a box of white rice, and stir-fried vegetables with sliced ​​meat.

In the countryside, the Zhou family's meals were considered quite good.

Gao Qinghe knew he was about to have lunch, but he didn't say he wanted to eat first.

She didn't mention it again.

I sat down on the bench opposite the desk and waited for the results.

The application materials were not complicated; Gao Chongyi had written them several times before and was already familiar with the format.

But Zhou Zhenghua still read it carefully from beginning to end.

“Uncle Chongyi should have written it before. I’ve read it, and there’s nothing wrong with this application material.”

Zhou Zhenghua gently put down the materials in his hand and looked up at her.

Seeing her give him a grateful smile, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

That smile was so distant, so polite.

Zhou Zhenghua took a deep breath, found an empty file folder, packed the materials, and put them in the drawer.

Suddenly, he said, "Qinghe, I was really angry last time, but I don't want to apologize like that. Can you forgive me?"

Gao Qinghe stood up. "The materials are fine, then I'll leave it to Secretary Zhou."

It was as if he hadn't heard what he just said.

Zhou Zhenghua felt bitter and frowned. "Qinghe, even if you didn't say anything, I would still handle Uncle Chongyi's matter properly."

Gao Qinghe smiled at him, her eyes full of sincerity, "Thank you."

Turn around and leave.

Zhou Zhenghua caught up in a few steps and stood nervously at the door, asking:

"Qinghe, can we still be friends?"

Gao Qinghe turned around and glanced at him.

The men stood at attention like soldiers, their palms pressed tightly against their trouser legs, their tall figures taut and straight.

The shirt collar, which had been neatly buttoned, looked as if it might fall apart at any moment as the breathing became heavier.

Shu Lang's thick eyebrows stared straight at her, his eyes filled with trepidation, anticipation, and a hint of pleading hidden beneath.

Gao Qinghe left without saying a word.

Zhou Zhenghua's hopeful heart sank little by little.

As it plummeted to the bottom, a new obsession arose within it.

His hands, hanging by his sides, suddenly clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

(End of this chapter)