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

Chapter 3 takes us back to the time before she became a poisonous woman.

However, the doctor thought Gao Qingmiao was mentally ill and did not agree to take X-rays.

The system couldn't find it, but my parents arrived first.

Seeing her parents from forty years ago felt like a lifetime ago to Gao Qinghe.

February is only halfway over, and the first month of the lunar calendar has just passed the fifteenth day. Qing County is experiencing a cold snap this year, and the temperature is still low.

Huang Ying, who is 39 years old this year, has no fine lines on her face. She has a round face and unremarkable features. Her thick, black hair is tucked behind her ears.

She was tall and strong, standing at 1.65 meters and weighing 140 kilograms. She was full of energy and had an inexhaustible amount of strength since childhood.

She was wearing a yellow and red checkered cotton-padded shirt, and underneath was an orange turtleneck sweater that her husband, Gao Chongyi, had knitted when he was pursuing her in his youth.

He wore navy blue trousers made of polyester fabric and green cotton-padded canvas shoes.

Gao Qinghe remembers that this was the outfit her mother always wore when she went to the city. She wouldn't wear it normally when working in the fields, only when she went to the city.

"Bao'er, how are you? Are you feeling any better?"

As soon as Huang Ying entered the ward, her energetic spirit immediately brought fresh vitality to the otherwise dreary room.

Gao Qinghe suppressed the sob rising in her throat, shook her head, and reached out her hand, calling out sweetly, "Mom."

Who would have thought that this energetic and strong woman would eventually be ravaged by cancer and become emaciated?

Huang Ying grabbed her daughter's outstretched hand; it was icy cold, which startled her.

"Your sister's hands are so cold, didn't you even think to get her a hot water bottle?"

These words were directed at Gao Qingmiao.

If it were someone else, carefully taking care of their older sister all by themselves, and being asked this question by their parents, they would feel wronged, or at least a little unhappy.

Gao Qingmiao looked annoyed and grumbled self-reproachfully, "I'll be more careful next time."

"Next time?"

Gao Chongyi walked in carrying a thin blanket that had been folded into neat squares. "There can't be a next time. This time was scary enough."

The patient and their family on the opposite bed stared in surprise as Gao Chongyi walked in.

He was forty years old, tall, with long, thin legs, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose. Most importantly, he had fair skin, wore glasses, and dressed in a modified gray Zhongshan suit. He looked like a movie star.

No wonder the brother and sister on the opposite bed don't look alike at all.

Even with a bruise on her head, my sister is still so beautiful it's heartbreaking.

My younger brother tried hard to dress in the latest fashions, wearing a denim jacket and dyeing his hair yellow. Apart from being tall, his face was so small that you could hardly spot him in a crowd.

It turns out that the older sister took after the father, and the younger brother took after the mother.

Gao Qinghe noticed the surprise on the opposite bed and felt deeply moved.

Who would have thought that a few years later, her father would go bald in middle age and develop a receding hairline?

Gao Chongyi first looked at the big bump on his daughter's head and then asked her if it hurt.

Gao Qinghe shook her head, and her parents immediately became nervous, telling her not to move around.

Gao Qingmiao: "The doctor said my sister has low blood sugar. She just needs to eat on time from now on. The wound on her head has been treated with medicine. She should apply it three times a day and it should heal in a couple of days."

"Dad will buy you a can of milk powder later, and we'll make sure you get some nutrition." Gao Chongyi was extremely distressed.

The nurse came over and said that Gao Chongyi could be discharged. Gao Chongyi went to pay the bill, and Huang Ying helped her daughter fix her hair.

Gao Qinghe's long, smooth black hair was tied into a braid and hung over her shoulder. A few strands of hair fell in front of her forehead, making her pale and delicate face even more pitiful.

Looking at her daughter's face, Huang Ying couldn't help but feel proud. Old Gao's marriage was worthwhile!
Both of his daughters look just like their father; they are both very good-looking.

Gao Qingmiao helped her sister out of bed, picked up her shoes and put them on for her, then carefully put her coat on, and finally put her hands in her pockets, not daring to let them get cold.

Gao Qinghe accepted her younger brother's care without hesitation, because in this family, she was a precious treasure who couldn't lift a finger or carry anything heavy.

In her past life, Zhou Zhenghua said that she was so delicate, what would happen to her after she got married?

At the time, she was completely oblivious to the worry and aversion in his tone about the future, and naively said:

"But you're still here."

She didn't see Zhou Zhenghua's embarrassed and stressed expression at all. Later, she realized that apart from her closest family members, no one could tolerate someone as delicate as her.

No, there's one more person who can handle it.

At that time, she didn't take him seriously. Relying on his love for her, she acted recklessly and without restraint.

Holding her younger brother with her left hand and her mother with her right, Gao Qinghe walked out of the hospital, thinking to herself.

We absolutely have to treat them well this time!

Gao Chongyi did not return after paying the fee. Huang Ying explained:

“Your dad asked Xiao Li from the next village to come pick us up in his tricycle. He went out to meet him, so we’ll wait at the door for a while.”

Gao Qinghe nodded obediently and looked up at the familiar and nostalgic place in front of her.

After the country opened up, Qing County saw a surge in individual businesses, and a large number of factory workers also flocked to the city.

The low wooden houses were demolished and tall buildings were built, but the tallest of them did not exceed six stories.

Downstairs are shops, upstairs are living people, and clothes that have just been washed are hung out to dry on ropes in the corridor.

On the newly repaired and widened cement road, white passenger buses are parked haphazardly on the roadside, and passengers are loading goods onto the roof of the buses.

A duck's head popped out of the car window, its dark little eyes meeting Gao Qinghe's.

The next second, it was grabbed by its owner and stuffed into a bamboo cage.

The supply and marketing cooperative on the street diagonally opposite the hospital changed its name to a department store, and it's now bustling with customers.

The fashion trend from the big city has just arrived.

Amidst the simply dressed crowd, one could see many young people wearing brightly colored fashions and sporting curly hair.

Unfazed by the strange looks from those around them, they gathered at the entrance of the video arcade, laughing and joking, enthusiastically discussing the latest popular songs, dances, and movies.

The cloudy sky cleared up, the sun came out, and the warm sunlight shone on my face.

Gao Qinghe smiled gently, truly feeling as if she had returned to the time before she became a poisonous woman.

Lively hawking cries came from the food stalls on both sides of the hospital gate.

Steaming hot buns, roasted sweet potatoes, and roasted corn filled the air with an enticing aroma.

"Mom, I want to eat roasted sweet potato."

Gao Qinghe leaned on her mother's shoulder and acted coquettishly.

Although she takes good care of herself, she is still sixty years old, and her teeth are not as strong as they were when she was young. She can't eat cold or hard foods, so this soft and hot roasted sweet potato is just right.
Thinking of this, Gao Qinghe paused.

She's a twenty-year-old young woman with incredibly good teeth; she can eat anything!

"I want roasted corn too!"

Gao Qinghe quickly rushed to her younger brother who was buying sweet potatoes and called out in her local dialect.

"understood!"

Gao Qingmiao smiled on the surface, but inwardly she was feeling a pang of heartache.

My secret stash of money totaled only two yuan and fifty cents. I bought roasted sweet potatoes for three mao each and roasted corn for two mao each.

One-fifth of my savings is gone.

After buying the items, they were all handed to Gao Qinghe as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Gao Qinghe felt a pang of sadness when she saw her younger brother's gaze, which he was trying so hard to look away from.

"We'll share it, one portion for each person, and Mom and Dad will eat together too. We'll save Dad's portion for him first."

Gao Qinghe handed the large sweet potato and roasted corn back to her younger brother for him to share.

Gao Qingmiao was overwhelmed with gratitude; her hands trembled as she held the sweet potatoes and corn, showing just how excited she was.

Huang Ying also had a look of surprise and delight, as if her daughter had finally learned to care for her parents, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Gao Qinghe cursed herself in her heart: You were really outrageous before!
(End of this chapter)