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

Chapter 50 Rainy Night
Gao Qinghe only knew that there was a deep rift between the brother and sister, but she didn't know the specifics.

In any case, Jiang Yu disliked her brother very much; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she hated him.

Having lived abroad for decades, and perhaps due to her age, Jiang Yu had come to terms with things and contacted Gao Qinghe twice. She would also specially select gifts to send to her during holidays.

However, Jiang Baohai was not included.

Only Gao Qinghe had Jiang Yu's contact information and address.

Jiang Baohai wanted to find his sister, so he could only ask Gao Qinghe to pass on his message.

Gao Qinghe found her relationship with her sister-in-law, who was practically alive but also like a dead person, with occasional moments of resurrection, quite pleasant.

If she hadn't been reborn.

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath. This time, barring any unforeseen circumstances, she should be able to contact Jiang Baohai's family ahead of time.

The meal is ready.

Huang Ying brought the dishes to the table, and Gao Qingmiao set out the bowls and chopsticks.

Gao Chongyi and Jiang Baohai, who were having a good chat, quickly got up and moved the table out.

Everyone took their seats and sat around the square table to eat dinner together.

"Would you like some wine?" Huang Ying asked tentatively.

Jiang Baohai refused, saying, "I don't like drinking."

"Okay, then drink more soup." Huang Ying felt a little regretful.

A person's character is revealed after drinking; if she doesn't drink, she'll just have to wait until next time.

Jiang Baohai regretted not returning to the city directly earlier.

He was forced to come to the Gao family's door by the heavy rain. Were they testing him as their future son-in-law?
What about Gao Qinghe?
Gao Qinghe held her rice bowl, eating the food her younger brother had put on her plate. When she asked for soup, her eyes swept over the table, and her grandmother immediately filled her bowl.

If he could, he had no doubt that this woman wouldn't even bother to hold the bowl; she could simply lie down and wait for the food to be fed to her.

She didn't notice him at all from beginning to end.

She was the one who brought him home, but then she just dumped him and ignored him?
Or did she think that since he was already at her house, he couldn't escape her grasp?
A fire suddenly ignited in Jiang Baohai's heart, and he wanted to make Gao Qinghe feel uncomfortable.

But look at your rice bowl piled high with vegetables, and the warm and concerned faces of Huang Ying, Gao Chongyi, and Gao Qingmiao.
The misfortune should not extend to family members!
Jiang Baohai silently repeated it twice in his mind before suppressing the anger in his heart.

He knew his grandmother's cooking skills. The farm-style dishes were fresh, the cured pork and dried bamboo shoots were stir-fried until crispy, and the small fish were fried until crispy. Stir-fried with chopped green peppers, the aroma alone was enough to whet one's appetite.

Jiang Baohai buried his head in his food, and before he had finished the first bowl, the second bowl was already being served to him.

Compared to Gao Qinghe, isn't this almost the same as being fed into someone's mouth?

A strange sense of balance suddenly settled over me.

After dinner, Huang Ying arranged for Gao Qinghe to give up her room for her to stay in.

The nameless anger in Jiang Baohai's heart instantly dissipated completely.

"Auntie, I'm so sorry," Jiang Baohai said, feigning embarrassment.

Huang Ying said firmly, "It's fine, let's arrange it this way."

Gao Qinghe looked at her in disbelief, "Mom! Aren't I your dearest baby?"
Grandma Tian coaxed with a smile, "Wouldn't it be nice if you slept with Grandma tonight?"

"Sleeping with Grandma is certainly nice, but..."

Gao Qinghe was unhappy. "Why should he have my room? Can't he just sleep with Miaomiao?"

Jiang Baohai politely declined, "How about I squeeze in with Miaomiao? I'm really sorry to cause you trouble."

Before he could finish speaking, Gao Chongyi raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.

"Gao Qingmiao, take your sister's blanket to your grandmother's room."

After saying that, seeing her daughter's aggrieved expression, she quickly pulled her aside and whispered comforting words:

"It's just for one night. We're guests, how can we let them squeeze in to sleep? Besides, look at Miaomiao's bed, it can sleep two people."

Gao Qinghe snorted and reluctantly glanced behind the cabinet.

In the dark and small cubicle, there was only a single bed made of a bench and wooden planks.

She had almost forgotten how pitifully her younger brother used to sleep; if she made him squeeze in with Jiang Baohai again, she would be utterly inhuman. "...Okay."

Gao Qinghe nodded reluctantly; at least there was a normal four-poster bed in her grandmother's room.

Gao Qingmiao felt her sister's loving gaze and sniffed.

He knew that his older sister cared about her poor brother!
The heavy rain was still falling outside.

Jiang Baohai held up his mobile phone and searched the room for a signal before finally managing to make the call.

After informing Fang Xiaoyu of his situation, he took off his coat, turned off the light, and lay down.

Gao Qinghe can roll over once when she sleeps alone in her small single bed.

As soon as Jiang Baohai lay down, he felt a little cramped.

Huang Ying changed to a completely new set of quilts and pillows, and there was a faint floral scent of laundry detergent on the bed.

It smells fresh and clean, and helps you sleep.

Jiang Baohai took a deep, relaxed breath, but his carefree brows suddenly furrowed.

The laundry detergent's floral scent is mixed with a faint, delicate orchid fragrance.

But it made him involuntarily recall the original owner of the bed beneath him.

This is Gao Qinghe's scent, which even she herself can't smell.

In the past, when the two were deeply in love, Jiang Baohai buried his face in her neck and asked her in a hoarse voice what perfume she was wearing, saying that it smelled so good that he was going crazy.

Gao Qinghe blushed, completely absorbed in the moment, "I didn't wear perfume today."

As body temperature rose, the fragrance became increasingly intense, filling every corner of the room.

Jiang Baohai both loved and hated this scent, because just standing in the space she had been in would turn him into a lowly animal with only primal instincts.

He doesn't act like a human being!

There is a slight "click" sound.

The sound of clattering footsteps came from the main room.

Gao Qinghe, wearing a knitted cardigan, walked out of her grandmother's room in a daze.

Holding a flashlight in one hand and feeling for a straw hat on the wall with the other, he went to the back of the house to relieve himself.

The system was extremely cautious throughout, fearing that she might fall and have an accident. It resigned itself to acting as a navigator, gently coaxing and guiding her all the way until she was safely back in the house, at which point it finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, I watched helplessly as Gao Qinghe pushed open her room door, squinted, and walked in.

He skillfully found his way to his small bed, turned off the flashlight and placed it on the bedside table, and took off his coat and threw it on the wooden box next to him.

The damp air made her shiver, and she threw off the covers and lay down on the bed.

In fact, the moment Gao Qinghe lifted the blanket, she already realized that something seemed amiss.

Why is there someone else in her bed?
But my body reacted faster than my brain, and I lay down without thinking.

When the cool arm touched the hot, hardened chest, Gao Qinghe couldn't help but gasp.

Her closed eyes snapped open instantly, and she looked inside.

In the darkness, a pair of burning, narrow eyes were staring at her with a mocking gaze.

The rain outside the window suddenly stopped.

A mischievous laugh rang out in the quiet, rainy night.

Gao Qinghe gasped in surprise and instinctively rolled to the side of the bed.

"It's all here."

His long, muscular arm swiftly reached out, grabbing her small waist and pulling her tightly into his arms.

As Gao Qinghe looked up, Jiang Baohai's arrogant and handsome face was right in front of her.

The two faced each other, their noses almost touching. His hot breath sprayed on her face, and his slightly narrowed eyes held an undisguised desire to invade.

(End of this chapter)