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

Chapter 47 Throwing in the Trash Can
Mine——

Fang Xiaoyu drove his boss's car to his designated parking space and parked it.

He got out of the car with a rosy complexion, humming the new song of the Hong Kong superstar.

She was also carrying a beautiful gift bag, which she swung as she walked, clearly in a very good mood.

Jiang Baohai was already annoyed because of some problems with the recently signed mining procedures.

Looking up, he saw Fang Xiaoyu, whom he had sent out on business at noon, walking in humming a tune. His expression turned cold.

Fang Xiaoyu was completely unaware.

Of course, it's also possible that they're pretending not to notice.

"Here you go." He placed the exquisite gift bag he was carrying on the desk.

Jiang Baohai glanced at it and asked, "What the hell?"

Fang Xiaoyu chuckled mischievously, "A special gift from the department store for International Women's Day."

Jiang Baohai had a feeling that he was going to say something more, and stared at him with a sinister look.

Sure enough, Fang Xiaoyu continued, "It was given by Old Qiu from the Forestry Bureau, his wife. There were two portions in total, one for my wife and one for you, boss."

"I've already given my share to my wife. When she saw the gift, she was so happy she wanted to eat me alive!"

"Ahem, of course, there are still important matters to be dealt with at the company. As the manager, I must prioritize the company's interests."

As he spoke, he glanced suggestively at the gift box.

Brother has already tested it for you; every woman you offer is a sure thing, there's no one you can't win over.

Jiang Baohai silently took the gift bag, glanced at it casually, and tossed it back.

"I have no one else to give this to, but your sister-in-law likes it, so you can give this to her too."

"Huh?" Fang Xiaoyu disagreed. "Why isn't anyone delivering it? Miss Gao is in the city. It's a holiday today, aren't you going to visit her, boss?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Baohai suddenly felt that the style of the gift in front of him was somewhat similar to someone's taste.

"Where did you get this gift?" Jiang Baohai asked.

Fang Xiaoyu thought he was worried that the items were of dubious origin, so he explained:

“My wife opened and looked at everything. It was just a silk scarf and a lipstick, nothing valuable.”

"Besides, don't you know that boss Lao Qiu is? With his meager salary, there's no way he could possibly slip money into the gift bag. This gift is perfectly clean, so there's nothing wrong with us taking it."

Jiang Baohai still felt something was off, so he pulled open the ribbon and took a look at what was inside.

The style of the scarf looks more and more like the ones sold at that siblings' stall.

Two "thump-thump" sounds.

A tall, young man appeared at the door.

"Brother, it's almost time. Should I still deliver the coal today?"

After Fang Xiaolei finished speaking, he noticed that the boss was also sitting inside. He quickly took two steps closer and said, "Boss."

The young man, with his sharp eyes, spotted the gift bag on the table and asked in surprise:
"Boss, you bought this gift set too?"

Jiang Baohai raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by 'also'?"
Before Jiang Baohai could ask, Fang Xiaolei said, "Those who went to the city to deliver coal said that this gift set was in high demand in the city today. Miss Gao really knows how to do business; she actually managed to get such a great product."

After hearing his younger brother's words, Fang Xiaoyu's smile vanished.

He silently reached out, intending to take the gift on the table without making a sound.

A hand with distinct knuckles suddenly appeared and grabbed the bag before he could.

"You think of giving away other people's things as gifts? Fang Xiaoyu, how could you even think of that!"

Jiang Baohai's tone was not serious; it even carried a hint of a smile.

Fang Xiaoyu was sweating profusely as he listened.

He wanted to explain, but Jiang Baohai didn't want to listen. He put the gift bag into the filing cabinet under the table and looked up at the bewildered Fang Xiaolei.

"Aren't you going to deliver coal? Why aren't you leaving yet? You still have time."

"Oh? Oh, okay! I'm off right now, goodbye boss."

Fang Xiaolei glanced at his brother with sympathy, then ran faster than a rabbit.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Jiang Baohai glanced coldly at Fang Xiaoyu.

Fang Xiaoyu maintained her smile: "I'll call the mining department again and urge them to complete the procedures as soon as possible."

Seeing Jiang Baohai nod, he walked away quickly. The office fell silent instantly. Jiang Baohai was stunned for a moment, then bent down and took out the gift bag from the filing cabinet.

This gift could be given to his mother.

But before he even started delivering the items, he could already imagine how she would react.

For someone with an intense sense of unworthiness, receiving such a gift would make her extremely uncomfortable, causing her to repeatedly refuse it, and she might even make an unbearable suggestion to give it to someone else.

She still gives it to those who treat her badly, hoping that her gesture of goodwill will be appreciated by them.

In that way, she could stand comfortably on the moral high ground, becoming a virtuous wife and loving mother without any moral blemishes, achieving a crushing victory in spirit.

Just thinking about it gave Jiang Baohai a headache.

Most of the time, he would rather live in the mine than go home, just to avoid facing his mother, who insisted on enduring hardship even when there was none.

Even if he could do it all over again, he still couldn't face his mother, and he felt powerless to change her fate of dying two years later.

In his past life, he had imagined how wonderful it would be if his mother had a self-centered personality like Gao Qinghe.

A person without a sense of self will only pour everything, good or bad, onto those closest to them.

That kind of attention and dependence is suffocating.

"Boss! Boss!"

Fang Xiaolei's panicked shouts interrupted Jiang Baohai's thoughts.

He looked up, and Fang Xiaolei rushed in, pointing outside with one hand, and said nervously:

"Miss Gao has arrived!"

The next sentence is: "Should I go hide?"

Jiang Baohai was speechless at first, before he realized who he was talking about.

What is she doing here at this hour?

Jiang Baohai didn't even realize that his expression clearly showed a hint of anticipation.

Although Gao Qinghe was utterly despicable and deserved a terrible death, she was still better than his suffocating mother.

Seeing her, he could breathe freely.

Fang Xiaolei didn't know either. He was just about to drive away in his little blue truck that was delivering coal, and before he even got in the truck, he saw a man and a woman coming to the mine gate.

When the people got closer, they realized it was actually the Gao siblings.

He was originally a security guard, but now he also has to work part-time as a driver. With no one watching the gate, the siblings swaggered over here.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Gao Qinghe's soft, clear voice came from outside the door.

"Director Fang, if he's busy, I won't go in. This is a holiday gift I prepared for my aunt and younger sister. Could you please pass it on to them? I have to go back now, so I'll be leaving now."

Hearing this, Fang Xiaolei, who was standing behind the door, breathed a sigh of relief.

He dared not let Gao Qinghe know that he worked in the mine, otherwise he would lose all face as the boss.

Although he didn't know what was so shameful about it.

This is definitely a plus for girls, isn't it?

But his brother said he couldn't reveal it, so he'd better keep quiet and save face for his boss.

Gao Qinghe had no idea there was someone behind the door. She handed the two prepared gifts to Fang Xiaoyu and prepared to leave.

Jiang Baohai stood up. "Wait a minute!"

Gao Qinghe raised her eyes and smiled meaningfully, "Aren't you busy?"
Jiang Baohai walked out of the office, took the two gifts from Fang Xiaoyu, and handed them to Gao Qinghe.

"What's wrong?" Gao Qinghe asked, puzzled.

Jiang Baohai said earnestly, "I appreciate your kind offer, but my mother won't accept any gifts. Please take it back with you and don't waste your good intentions."

Gao Qinghe felt that these words sounded strange.

Keep smiling, "How will she know I gave her a gift if you don't take it home?"

"What if she absolutely refuses to accept it?" Jiang Baohai asked tentatively.

What is Gao Qinghe's temperament?
"If she doesn't want it and you don't want it either, then just throw it in the trash!" she said irritably.

Jiang Baohai's eyes darkened, but he wasn't angry; instead, he found her somewhat amusing.

So you're not pretending anymore?
(End of this chapter)