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

Chapter 68 He didn't bother to ask
The golden sunset shone on the sycamore trees that had just sprouted tender leaves. A gentle breeze rustled the branches, and the leaves, tinged with gold, swayed as if a golden rain was about to fall.

Gao Qinghe kicked the pebbles idly, glancing occasionally at the sycamore tree ahead.

About ten minutes later, the man finished his phone call and came over.

Gao Qinghe immediately stepped forward and asked, "Is it ready?"

Jiang Baohai nodded. "Go directly to the factory manager's office at 2:30 pm tomorrow to find someone."

Gao Qinghe thought that at most she had just made contact with the person, but she didn't expect that they could even arrange a time.

"Mr. Jiang, who is your friend? He's so capable!"

Boss Jiang?

Jiang Baohai felt extremely uncomfortable hearing this form of address.

But I don't want to correct her for now, lest she think she's so happy about it.

Those who caused him to go to jail in his past life should never be easily forgiven!

"It's not that my friend is so great, it's that I, Jiang Baohai, have a great reputation."

Jiang Baohai concealed the smugness in his eyes and reminded Gao Qinghe not to be late tomorrow.

"They only agreed to spare twenty minutes to see you, an unknown little girl, because of me."

He crossed his arms and glanced at her sideways. "Tell me, how are you going to thank me?"

Gao Qinghe's eyes darted around, and she beckoned to him with her finger.

"Heh~" Jiang Baohai smiled lightly, he had guessed it.

It's definitely going to be something as unoriginal as stealing a kiss on the cheek.

That works too.

He bent down to get closer, turning his face slightly to one side to make it easier for her.

"I'll share some with you."

A piece of braised pork rib was stuffed into my mouth with two fingers. The warm, soft fingertips touched my cool lips.

I didn't feed it correctly, so I pushed it in a little more.

As she left, her thin fingernails brushed against his lower lip, sending a shiver down Jiang Baohai's spine. He turned to look at her in surprise.

Gao Qinghe herself picked up a piece of braised pork rib and put it in her mouth. Like a cat tasting a delightful surprise, her eyes widened instantly.

"Your mom's auntie's pork ribs are so delicious, they're just as good as my grandma's!"

For her, being able to be compared to Old Lady Tian is the highest form of recognition.

Jiang's mother is meticulous; she cuts the ribs into small pieces, making them easy to flavor and convenient to eat. You don't have to gnaw on the bones roughly; you can eat them almost one piece at a time.

After finishing one piece of pork rib, Gao Qinghe picked up another, not even letting go of the sauce on her fingertips.

Since my hands are already dirty, there's no need to make another person's hands dirty too.

While eating, he didn't forget to pick out a tough piece and feed it to Jiang Baohai.

Completely oblivious to the dark shadow that fell on her lips.

Her full, rosy lips were stained with red sauce, making them look like roses covered in morning dew, delicate and alluring.

Jiang Baohai swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he wanted to swallow someone whole. He snatched the ribs she handed him into his mouth and chewed them fiercely.

The vibrant orange-yellow figures dancing in the sunset were so dazzling that it was hard to look away.

He only regretted that it wasn't a dark and windy night when he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.

To suppress his evil thoughts, Jiang Baohai gripped his knuckles so hard that the veins on the back of his hand bulged, almost crushing the mobile phone in his hand.

When I arrived at the entrance of the staff compound, only a third of a box of braised pork ribs remained.

Gao Qinghe took a deep, satisfied breath and took out a handkerchief to wipe her fingers and mouth clean.

Remembering something, she turned around and reached her handkerchief to the corner of someone's mouth behind her, as if she had done it a thousand times, skillfully and naturally wiping away the sauce residue from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Baohai felt that she was looking at him, but it didn't seem like she was looking at him.

Instead, through him, I saw another person.

That person was her husband, with whom she had been married for thirty-seven years.

So, is her heart gradually shifting towards him?

Jiang Baohai really wanted to ask, but in his past life he disdained to ask.

I dare not ask in this lifetime.

If she found out that he had been lying to her about being reborn, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Baohai couldn't help but shiver. "I think you should wear more clothes," Gao Qinghe said, seizing the opportunity to lecture him.

As soon as she finished speaking, she sneezed violently.

Jiang Baohai frowned. He said it was cold, but Jiang Baohai wouldn't believe him.

With a look of slight disdain and helplessness, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Gao Qinghe wanted to push it away, but the coat still carried the warmth of her owner's body, enveloping her in comfort, making her reluctant to let it go.

"I'll take you in."

He needs to go and check the place out before he feels at ease.

Gao Qinghe said nothing more, silently pulled her coat up, and led the way.

Jiang Baohai carried the insulated box and walked behind her, keeping a distance of more than one meter.

When Gao Qinghe turned around and saw his cold and stern expression, she couldn't help but find it a little funny.

The fact that a frivolous and unserious person, who is always openly provocative, pretends to be serious shows just how terrifying the gossipy eyes of the employees' families in the compound are.

Gao Qinghe asked him, "When are you leaving? Where are you going? Are you going alone?"

"Leaving early tomorrow morning, heading south, alone."

Gao Qinghe looked at his face; there was still some youthful innocence between his brows, but his demeanor was mature, as if he were fifty or sixty years old.

But he's only 25 years old, which means he's just a young man who has recently graduated from university and entered the workforce.

However, due to his father's early death, his mother's poor health, and his younger sister's young age, the young man had to shoulder the heavy burden of the family at a very young age.

Other people are 15 years old and in school.

Jiang Baohai was 15 years old when he was in a dark and damp underground mine.

This was a substitute spot that Jiang's mother obtained by spending a whole day and night at Jiang's father's workplace, setting aside all her dignity.

From a temporary miner to a coal boss who controls most of the coal mines in Qing County, the hardships he endured could fill a million-word melodramatic novel.

Oh my, this guy must have had ten versions of his autobiography in his past life!
Thinking of the autobiographies she used to line scented candles in her past life, Gao Qinghe felt both speechless and a little heartbroken.

"Are you tired?" she asked.

Perhaps it's because it's been too long since anyone asked me if I'm tired.

Jiang Baohai was in a daze for a moment before laughing and saying, "It's alright."

This life has really been alright.

He was reborn directly back to the present, instead of when he was 15 years old.

The memories span fifty years between the two lifetimes, and I've long forgotten those hardships.

All he remembers now is the prison food that the woman in front of him made him eat!

Gao Qinghe suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

I touched my neck and looked around; there was no wind.

"I have arrived."

Pointing to the iron gate in front, Gao Qinghe took off the coat she was wearing and handed it back to Jiang Baohai.

He picked up the insulated box himself, waved, and said, "Have a safe trip, see you when you get back."

Once you've used someone, you say goodbye; you don't even plan to invite them in.

Jiang Baohai was so angry he was speechless.

He glanced at the unit number and door number, wrote them down, tossed his coat over his shoulder, and turned to leave with an air of nonchalance.

I walked several steps away, but didn't hear her call out once.

He suddenly stopped and looked back.

With a loud clang.

All that was left for him were two cold, heavy iron gates.

Jiang Baohai laughed, a laugh born of anger!

However, seeing Gao Qinghe's drive to make money, he was a little scared.

He wasn't afraid of her spending money recklessly all over the world.

I'm afraid she might suddenly decide to accomplish something.

It's like he suddenly became obsessed with extreme sports in his past life, which scared him so much that he almost had a heart attack.

She's a sixty-year-old woman, so I suppose she should be more composed by now?
(End of this chapter)