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

Chapter 75 Her love is quite presentable.
Zhou Zhenghua said, "The village thinks that the engineering team arranged by the higher-ups is definitely more professional than us, so we'll have them help us bring the water pipes to our homes. That would save us trouble. What do you think, Uncle Chongyi?"

The village chief added, "Of course, it's based on the principle of voluntariness. If someone doesn't want to spend more money, the village won't force them."

Huang Ying exchanged a surprised glance with Gao Chongyi. "This is great news! We're willing to pay, but we don't know if it'll be expensive."

“Not expensive.”

Zhou Zhenghua calculated the cost of materials and labor, and said, "If it's for your family, 50 yuan should be enough."

"You have to pay in advance so it will be easier to register later."

Zhou Zhenghua assured: "Don't worry, we will refund any overpayment or make up any underpayment. The village will absolutely not misuse a single penny. We will keep a record of every transaction, and once the tap water is connected, we will issue a bill for public display."

Arriving at this point, the Gao family is clearly not the first one.

Huang Ying asked, "Has anyone paid yet?"

The village chief and Zhou Zhenghua exchanged an awkward glance and shook their heads.

Fifty yuan may not sound like much, but for villagers who have no wage income, even twenty yuan might not be enough to afford.

Huang Ying couldn't care less about what happened to other families, but since her family had the money, they were definitely going to take this opportunity to bring running water into their home.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get the money."

Zhou Zhenghua glanced at Gao Qinghe, who was sitting at the door eating pig liver.

He had an idea in his mind that he wanted to say, but he couldn't predict how she would react, and his expression looked a little conflicted.

The village chief's toes, which were resting under the table, gently tapped Zhou Zhenghua's instep.

Zhou Zhenghua turned to look at the village chief, who then winked at Gao Qinghe, signaling him to speak quickly when he had the chance.

The male lead keeps looking at you; he seems to have something to say to you.

The system gets inexplicably excited whenever the male protagonist is mentioned.

Gao Qinghe felt that her system was a treacherous and despicable thing.

He asked with a sinister glint in his eyes, "Have I been too nice to you lately, and you've gotten too bold?"

System: [They were just reminding you, they didn't ask you to increase the male lead's affection level.]

Gao Qinghe thought to herself, "Thank goodness you didn't make me try to gain favor with you."

Otherwise, neither of us will see the sun rise tomorrow.

Finally, after much internal struggle, Zhou Zhenghua mustered his courage and whispered as he prepared to leave:
"Qinghe, can we go outside and talk to each other for a bit?"

Gao Qinghe looked up and glanced at him, then at the smiling village chief.

The village chief patted Zhou Zhenghua on the shoulder, "I'll go ahead and wait for you."

The word "cannot" was drowned out by the village chief's voice.

Gao Qinghe is just too curious; otherwise, she would never have gone out with Zhou Zhenghua.

She was determined to hear what Zhou Zhenghua and the village chief were really up to.

A lone man and a lone woman stood under the old locust tree.

Gao Qinghe raised her hand to signal Zhou Zhenghua not to get too close and to keep his distance.

Zhou Zhenghua gave a helpless bitter smile and stood at her arm's length away.

"Is this all right?"

Gao Qinghe raised an eyebrow with difficulty. "Speak, what is it?"

Zhou Zhenghua organized his thoughts, but before he could speak, Gao Qinghe interrupted him.

"I don't have that much patience to finish in one sentence."

Zhou Zhenghua took a deep breath and reorganized his thoughts, but still found it difficult to speak.

But then I realized that I was doing this for the villagers, not for myself.

He then said seriously, "I want tap water to reach every household in Shanghe Village, but we still need some funds. I was thinking that you know Boss Jiang, could you talk to him and help us make up for the shortfall?"

Seeing Gao Qinghe's expression change, Zhou Zhenghua quickly added, "This kind of thing is actually very beneficial to him as well."

“Donating several thousand yuan can not only bring a good reputation to the company, but also receive praise from the government. All the villagers in Shanghe Village will be grateful to him.”

Gao Qinghe wanted to swear, but the words were too vulgar. She swallowed them again and again, and finally managed to swallow them down.

He reached out, gesturing for Zhou Zhenghua to bring him his notebook.

Zhou Zhenghua asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?" Gao Qinghe remained silent, snatched the page, flipped to a blank page, quickly wrote down a string of numbers, and handed it back.

"This is Jiang Baohai's contact number."

Gao Qinghe shrugged. "I have no right to agree to this for him. Since you want to do this good deed, then you should contact him yourself."

"Oh, by the way, if it works, remember to return the fifty yuan my mom just prepaid."

After saying that, Gao Qinghe turned and left.

Zhou Zhenghua then realized what was happening and quickly grabbed her.

Gao Qinghe turned around and almost slapped him again.

However, this time Zhou Zhenghua seemed to have taken precautions and dodged in time.

Gao Qinghe pouted, feeling rather disappointed, as her slap missed its mark.

Zhou Zhenghua anxiously explained, "Qinghe, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean to use you. I'm only doing this for the village. I hope you can understand."

"Understand what? Understand that you're only using my relationship with Jiang Baohai to create political achievements for yourself so you can get promoted?"

Gao Qinghe's sharp words directly exposed Zhou Zhenghua's true nature, which he had hidden so deeply that he himself had forgotten it.

He opened his mouth, but when he met her all-seeing, mocking black eyes...

He instantly lost all the strength to argue.

Zhou Zhenghua looked down at the phone numbers in his notebook and couldn't help but think.

If it were before, how would she have reacted if she had known his true nature?

The answer is that she would definitely do anything to help him achieve his goal.

She would never look at him with that mocking gaze again.

Gao Qinghe's love is actually quite presentable.

She will quietly do everything she wants.

But she doesn't love him anymore.

Despite having achieved half of his goal, Zhou Zhenghua looked more frustrated than if he had failed completely.

"Thank you for calling me. I'll contact them myself, but please don't be angry with me, okay?"

Zhou Zhenghua looked at her pleadingly.

Gao Qinghe gave a disdainful snort.

Zhou Zhenghua felt a pang of bitterness. "Are you protecting that coal boss because you're afraid I'll take advantage of him even a little?"

Gao Qinghe looked him up and down, then asked in surprise:

"Aren't you just trying to take advantage of him?"

Zhou Zhenghua was speechless.

Such high-sounding words as "for the village" and "for the villagers" are fine to say in front of others, but that's all.

To her, it sounded like a joke.

Zhou Zhenghua slowly loosened her hand, and murmured dejectedly, "On behalf of the village, I thank you for providing the phone number. Thank you, Comrade Gao Qinghe."

Gao Qinghe patted her sleeve, which he had touched, with disdain, and scoffed:
"That sounds more palatable."

Zhou Zhenghua was overjoyed and quickly looked up at her, thinking that she was no longer angry.

As a result, the other party only left him with the sight of their departing back.

It was as if he were some kind of cockroach or bedbug; all I wanted to do was get away from him as quickly as possible.

Zhou Zhenghua sighed deeply. It seemed that she had no feelings for him at all.

Looking at the phone numbers in the notebook again, Zhou Zhenghua thought of the county leaders' evaluation of Jiang Baohai.

Stingy, slick, all smiles in public but ruthless in private, a vicious cobra.

You should call someone like that and ask them for money.

Just imagining that scenario made Zhou Zhenghua's palms start to sweat.

(End of this chapter)