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

Don't make up Chapter 67.
Jiang Baohai handed the things in his hand to Gao Qingmiao.

Holding the 20,000 yuan mobile phone in her hand, Gao Qingmiao felt a little excited.

So this is what it feels like to have 20,000 yuan in your hand!

Jiang Baohai took off his coat and draped it over Gao Qinghe.

Gao Qinghe shrugged, "I'm not cold."

He picked up the knitted cardigan he had prepared and put it on, his gaze sweeping over the red insulated box in Gao Qingmiao's hand.

What are you doing here? Looking for me?

Jiang Baohai raised an eyebrow. Wasn't this obvious?
Seeing that she didn't seem cold at all, Jiang Baohai reluctantly put his coat back on and waved the insulated food container in front of Gao Qinghe.

Gao Qinghe found it amusing: "Did you bring me food especially?"

She looked at the sun, which was about to set in the west, when Jiang Baohai suddenly had an epiphany.

"My mom just made some braised pork ribs, so I brought them over for you to try," Jiang Baohai said.

Gao Qinghe pouted, "By the way, it seems you have something else to do?"

Jiang Baohai: "I need to talk to you about something."

He glanced at Gao Qingmiao indifferently as he spoke.

Gao Qingmiao quickly said, "You two can chat anytime, I'm going home now."

Pushing his bicycle ahead, he thought miserably, "When will someone bring me braised pork ribs?"
Of all the meats, Gao Qinghe's favorite is pork.

Pork ribs are her favorite part, especially when braised in soy sauce.

Gao Qinghe took the insulated box and gave Jiang Baohai a meaningful look.
How did you know that my favorite food is braised pork ribs?

Jiang Baohai invited her to walk along the side of the street, saying as they walked, "My mom made it casually, and I just brought it casually. It's a coincidence."

Actually, it wasn't even lunchtime yet, Gao Qinghe didn't believe it.

It takes at least an hour to make braised pork ribs, not including the time spent preparing the ingredients.

The fact that they brought the ribs over means they must have been preparing them at noon.

Jiang Baohai didn't hear any sound from the person next to him, so he turned to the side and looked down.

He was met with Gao Qinghe's teasing expression, which seemed to say, "I know you care about your image, so I'll pretend I don't know anything."

Suddenly, I was speechless at my own obvious attempt to cover up my mistake.

"Speaking of which, we haven't officially gone on a date since we met, does that count?" Gao Qinghe asked with a smile.

Her bright, expectant eyes looked up at him.

Jiang Baohai only stared at him for two seconds before looking away, his ears turning slightly red.

That damn woman is pulling this trick again!

Unwilling to engage with her flirtatious tactics, Jiang Baohai changed the subject.

"You rented a place in the city? Where are you staying?"

Gao Qinghe pointed ahead, “The button factory workers’ compound.”

Suddenly, she added, "I almost forgot to tell you. I'm so sorry that Master Xiaolei waited for me at the intersection for the past two days."

Jiang Baohai's seemingly composed expression froze instantly.

On second thought, Fang Xiaolei's clumsy acting skills were indeed no match for Gao Qinghe's cunning eyes.

His furrowed brows relaxed again, and he smiled as he said:
"It's nothing. I was just on my way to deliver goods to town anyway. I'll talk to him later and tell him he doesn't need to wait for you anymore."

She takes all the credit for herself and then waits for her to thank her afterward.

Unexpectedly, Gao Qinghe changed the subject even faster than he did.

"Didn't you want to see me about something? What is it?"

The two walked across an intersection, and Jiang Baohai instinctively walked to her left, raising his right hand as if to protect her behind his back.

Gao Qinghe's heart skipped a beat as she suddenly remembered Jiang Baohai from her previous life.

She was suddenly taken back to forty years ago by the system. In that original world, she was celebrating her sixtieth birthday. Was she dead or in a coma?
If Jiang Baohai knew she was dead, or in a coma and wouldn't wake up, would he be so anxious that he would have a stroke?

The 65-year-old man ruined his health with tobacco and alcohol when he was young because he was busy with his business.

I fell seriously ill at the age of sixty and was hospitalized for two months. Although it has been effectively controlled in recent years, I could easily suffer a stroke if I experience a strong shock.

Thinking of this, Gao Qinghe clenched her fists nervously.

Wait, no, no, that's not right.

According to the original plot revealed by the system, Jiang Baohai should be in jail right now.

It's good to be in prison; at least someone is watching over her, which makes her feel more at ease.

If symptoms develop, seek medical attention promptly.

Completely unaware of what Gao Qinghe was thinking, Jiang Baohai spoke with a hint of anger in his voice:
"What are you standing there for when you're crossing the street?!"

Gao Qinghe looked up blankly, "Huh?" "Weren't you watching the car?"

Her unconscious, completely unpretentious innocent expression softened people's hearts.

Jiang Baohai was truly convinced and took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

"Remember to look where you're going next time you cross the street, and don't let your mind wander." His tone softened considerably.

"I'm going on a long trip. This is my phone number and pager number. Call me if anything happens during this time."

Jiang Baohai handed her a newly printed business card with gold foil stamping.

Gao Qinghe's lips twitched slightly; she had reason to suspect that he was advertising.

"How long will it take?" Gao Qinghe asked, putting away her business card.

Jiang Baohai: "At least half a month."

"Oh."

Jiang Baohai squinted, "You just...?"
Gao Qinghe blinked. "What else?"
What kind of care do you expect from a box of braised pork ribs?!
Do you know the manager of the button factory?

Passing by the female factory worker's stall selling buttons, Gao Qinghe suddenly remembered the trade fair and asked expectantly.

Jiang Baohai glanced at the button factory building next door.

"do not know."

She was about to show a disappointed expression.

“But my friend knows him.”

Gao Qinghe's emotions instantly surged. "Could you ask for me? I'd like to meet with the factory manager."

"Why did you meet with the factory manager of the button factory?" Jiang Baohai asked, puzzled.

Does he want to work in a button factory?
In its past life, the button factory seemed to be on the verge of collapse, but unexpectedly it lasted several years longer than the flour mill.

Although it's not a great job, it's stable for ten years.

But isn't setting up a street stall just starting to gain traction?
So you're already thinking of giving up because you're tired?
Jiang Baohai felt a strange sense of relief as he guessed that Gao Qinghe was preparing to return to her previous comfortable life.

I was just about to wave my hand and say, "I'll arrange it for you."

Suddenly, Gao Qinghe's soft, high-pitched voice drifted into my ears.

"I'm looking to do some business with the factory manager of a button factory. You might think I'm overestimating myself, but I want to try first and see how it goes."

"I like money, everyone likes money, and I'm just an ordinary and poor girl. I can't resist the temptation of money."

“I know you think I’m only with you for your money, but I genuinely admire you as a person. Someone like you who can make money and has personal charm is one in a million.”

So, can I stand at the same level as you?

His tone was sincere, yet tinged with self-deprecation.

The self-deprecating humor contained a hint of sincerity.

A mixture of sincerity and worldly desires.

What a woman who is completely unpretentious and honest about her inner desires!

But now, Jiang Baohai pinched that rambling mouth shut with two fingers and raised his mobile phone.

Stop making things up. "I'll call and ask for you right now."

Gao Qinghe nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Mmm!"

(End of this chapter)