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

Chapter 49 Jiang Yu
"Boom——"

A bolt from the blue!

In the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sun, and the sky darkened rapidly.

Jiang Baohai turned on the car lights, his brows furrowing.

The small village is just ahead; if we walk quickly, we can still make it home in time.

Gao Qinghe got out of the car and felt the wind blowing from the gap between the two mountains, with a faint hint of moisture.

This is a sign that a heavy rain is coming.

He turned to her and said, "Don't go back, come stay at my house for the night."

Jiang Baohai hesitated for a moment. Dark clouds were about to drift over when Gao Qinghe yanked open the driver's side door. "Get out!"

Without giving the other person a chance to speak, he reached out and pulled out the car keys.

Jiang Baohai glanced at her darkly, knowing that returning in the rain was not safe. He quickly grabbed his briefcase and mobile phone, slammed the car door shut, and jogged after the siblings.

As soon as the three arrived at their doorstep, a torrential downpour began, and the entire sky darkened. Although it was only a little past six in the afternoon, it looked like the dead of night.

Gao Qingmiao rushed into the house first, shouting loudly, "Dad, Mom, Grandma, we have guests!"

Hearing the commotion, the family members all came out to greet them, taking the baskets and carrying the loads, and urging the siblings to come inside quickly.

Fortunately, they ran fast, and only a few drops of rain got on their shoulders.

When the lights were turned on, the family realized that the guest was tall and had long legs. He was wearing a sharp gray suit and was quite good-looking. What a handsome young man!
Huang Ying grabbed her daughter, who was inspecting the clothes, and asked, "Who is this?"

Jiang Baohai was checking his mobile phone to make sure it wasn't wet when he heard the sound. He looked up and a polite smile naturally appeared on his lips.

"Hello, Auntie. My name is Jiang Baohai. You can call me Xiao Jiang or Xiao Hai, it's up to you."

"I'm so sorry that I didn't have time to prepare anything for my first visit, and with the rain today, I might have to stay at your home again tonight."

He then extended his hand to shake hands with Gao Chongyi, greeted the old lady, and praised her for her good spirits.

Jiang Baohai had a firm grasp on these social niceties and polite gestures.

His family members all had a very good first impression of him. Gao Chongyi even thought that this man was too good at handling things, and secretly gave his wife a look.

Merchants are cunning; it's uncertain whether Qinghe can handle them.

Grandma Tian didn't think too much about it; since they were guests, she quickly smiled and said:
"Xiao Jiang, please sit down. If it weren't for this rain, we wouldn't have met so soon. We would have stayed here tonight and had a peaceful night at home. We can talk about everything else tomorrow."

"We haven't prepared anything, I need to hurry up and cook a few more dishes!"

Tell Gao Qingmiao to quickly make a cup of tea and have Huang Ying and her husband serve the guests.

"Grandma, no need." Jiang Baohai didn't even have time to be polite before the old lady had already nimbly left the main room.

He had no choice but to sit down at the square table in the main room.

"Brother Jiang, have some hot tea first. My grandma cooks very quickly, and we'll be eating in no time," Gao Qingmiao said with a chuckle as she put down her teacup.

Huang Ying brought over a brand new, unused dry towel. "Quick, your clothes are all wet. Wipe them dry quickly, or you might catch a cold."

"Ying'er!" Grandma Tian called from the kitchen.

Huang Ying gave Gao Chongyi a look, indicating to treat him well, and then went to the kitchen to help her mother.

Gao Qinghe and Gao Qingmiao went back inside to change their clothes.

Only Gao Chongyi and Jiang Baohai remained in the main room.

The two sat on either side of each other. Jiang Baohai was busy wiping his head and face, while Gao Chongyi wanted to speak several times but didn't know what to say.

They could only awkwardly look at the wet ground and the rain falling from the eaves.

After wiping his hair, Jiang Baohai folded the towel and placed it on the table, quietly surveying the room in front of him. It was about thirty square meters in size, with a square layout, and an altar and a square table placed directly opposite the main entrance.

On the left, against the wall, is a row of wooden cabinets with black paint. The paint has peeled off, revealing the wood underneath, and they look like they've been used for many years.

A row of hooks was nailed to the right wall, where some farm tools and seeds harvested from the fields were hung.

There is a door on each side of the wall. The door closest to the main entrance leads to the room of the Gao Qinghe sisters, which is also the room with the best lighting and layout.

A wood-burning stove stands to the right of the main entrance, with its chimney extending to the second-floor beams. Through the gaps between the beams and pillars, one can see that the second floor is a semi-sloping attic.

Grandma Tian kept the house tidy and clean, and the low-wattage light bulbs cast a soft glow on the furnishings, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Jiang Baohai didn't live in this house for more than a few days in his previous life.

He didn't have many opportunities to see the people living in the house.

But every time they come, whether it's my mother-in-law, father-in-law, or grandmother, they are always all smiles and full of care.

Grandma would cook a big meal and keep putting food on his plate, urging him to eat more.

My mother-in-law is a straightforward person and has a good capacity for alcohol, but she always advises him to drink less, saying that his health is the most important thing.

My father-in-law is an educated man, but he's not arrogant at all. He never looked down on my background or education, and we get along very well.

He would talk about the interesting things happening outside, and his father-in-law would always seem very interested, listening patiently and offering his own opinions and insights. The two could chat for a long time.

Seeing these faces again, Jiang Baohai felt as if his heart was soaked in rainwater, soft, sour, and with a trace of guilt.

Gao Qinghe deserved to die a horrible death, but her misfortune should not extend to her family. He sincerely hoped that everyone in the Gao family would be well in this lifetime.

Remembering his mother-in-law's illness in his past life, Jiang Baohai asked with concern, "Are you and your aunt well?"

Gao Chongyi was standing there awkwardly in a daze when he suddenly heard these words of concern. He thought to himself that the person's question was really strange.

"Thank goodness, we're all in good health."

"By the way, besides your mother, you also have a younger sister, right?" Gao Chongyi asked uncertainly.

He remembered that Sister-in-law Zheng had said something like that before, that the girl was about the same age as his third son.

Jiang Baohai nodded. "Yes, her name is Jiang Yu, she's sixteen years old, and she attends the county's No. 1 Middle School."

When his younger sister was mentioned, Jiang Baohai's tone seemed unfamiliar, and his expression was a bit strange.

Gao Qinghe came out of the room after changing her clothes and happened to hear the name Jiang Yu. Her eyes darkened slightly.

In her past life, she had only seen her sister-in-law once, on New Year's Eve of her first year of marriage.

From that time until her rebirth, she never saw Jiang Yu again.

Jiang Baohai had something he couldn't mention and someone he couldn't talk about.

One is the death of Jiang's mother.

There's another one, his sister Jiang Yu.

In her previous life, when Gao Qinghe married Jiang Baohai, Jiang's mother had already passed away.

The entire Jiang family avoids discussing Jiang's mother's death with an air of utter reluctance.

Jiang Baohai's younger sister, Jiang Yu, was described by the Jiang family's relatives as a very bright and promising girl who excelled in her studies.

But ever since New Year's Eve that year, Jiang Yu has stayed at school and hasn't gone home during winter and summer vacations.

That's Jiang Baohai's younger sister, and she's still in college. Every year, Gao Qinghe would send her holiday greetings and living expenses during her college years on time.

But after Jiang Yu graduated, Gao Qinghe received the news that she had already gone abroad.

(End of this chapter)