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

Chapter 92 The Node of the Deadlock

Gao Qinghe carefully considered her words to avoid provoking Jiang Baohai.

She briefly described what had happened in the alley next to the bookstore yesterday.

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Baohai's eyes suddenly turned cold.

When this man smiles, you might think he's a very easy person to get along with.

But once he stops laughing, you realize that he is a giant crocodile with its head floating in the water, waiting for its prey to die.

"It seems you weren't quite aware of what happened to Xiaoyu at school."

Gao Qinghe tried to keep her tone gentle, "But based on my experience, this isn't the first time something like this has happened in the alley."

“There must have been many tests beforehand, until it was confirmed that the other party would not resist, before making a move.”

"However, this time Ya Ya stopped us and gave us the warnings we needed to give, which should scare that girl away for a while."

The bicycle stopped, and Gao Qinghe jumped off and walked to Jiang Baohai's side, looking at him with concern.

Jiang Baohai held the bicycle with one hand and took out his student ID from his shirt pocket with the other hand to examine it carefully.

On the green cover of the student ID card, there are two particularly conspicuous red ink stains.

The red color seeped into the green cover, making it look like blood flowing from a person.

Jiang Baohai's breath hitched, and images he never wanted to recall flashed before his eyes uncontrollably.

On the day my mother passed away, all the clothes she wore were this color.

If someone drinks an entire bottle of highly toxic pesticide, their internal organs will be completely destroyed, and the blood spurting from their mouth will be a dark, almost blackish red.

Before the incident, Jiang Yugang had a big argument with her mother, and the two had a particularly big dispute.

Finally, Jiang Yu was slapped by her mother and broke down, running away from home.

Before leaving, Jiang Yu shouted at her mother inside the house, "Why, why? All you know is to ask why they treated me like this, but how am I supposed to know why!"

Jiang Baohai was resting in his room when he came out and found that his mother looked particularly unwell and was clearly not in a good mood.

Jiang's mother was not a psychologically strong person. Since her husband's death, she had been living in constant fear, always afraid that something unexpected would happen, and she was shrouded in great anxiety.

Under the influence of these emotions, she will break down and cry because she feels unlucky when faced with problems that are beyond her control or that she cannot solve.

Over the years, Jiang Baohai has handled all the big and small matters in the family by himself.

He was under a lot of pressure during that time, and he felt annoyed by the arguments between his mother and sister.

Before going out to find his sister that day, he couldn't help but say:
"Mom, all you've ever done when Xiaoyu and I have gotten into trouble is cry. I beg you, can you please stop crying forever!"

After saying that, seeing the self-reproach and pain in his mother's eyes, he felt a little regretful.

But fearing that Jiang Yu might run off somewhere, he could only hurry and chase after her.

When he and Jiang Yu returned, their mother was lying motionless on the cold floor, her mouth full of black blood, with an empty medicine bottle lying quietly beside her.

Even now, recalling that dark reddish-black color still sends chills down Jiang Baohai's spine.

Just as he was about to be pulled down by the cold, icy lake, a warm hand grabbed him tightly.

It brought him back to reality all at once.

"Are you OK?"

Gao Qinghe's concerned face shone with a warm light under the orange glow of the setting sun.

This ray of light is enough to dispel all darkness and cold.

"Gao Qinghe, I'm thinking of forgiving you again," Jiang Baohai said unconsciously in a low voice.

Once the words were out of my mouth, my mind had completely calmed down, and I was startled by my own reaction.

Fortunately, Gao Qinghe didn't hear clearly. She let go of his hand, which had warmed up again, and asked in confusion:
"What did you say?"

Jiang Baohai quickly turned his head: "It's nothing!"

Gao Qinghe still stared at him for a while, still a little worried. "Are you alright?"

“I understand that you parents must be very anxious when you encounter this kind of thing, but you really can’t rush it if you want to handle it well.” “The little girl is young and sensitive. If it’s not handled properly, it can easily leave psychological trauma. You must not use your own methods to deal with it.”

"Thank you," Jiang Baohai said sincerely.

He carefully put his student ID away, his attitude serious. "I will handle this matter properly, don't worry."

Is she at ease?
Did she worry about it?
Gao Qinghe rubbed her nose. "It's good that you know. I just happened to run into her."

"What does your sister like? I'll have to thank her in person next time for standing up for her."

Seemingly having figured things out, Jiang Baohai's tone became relaxed again.

He thought he must have found the key to the deadlock from his past life.

Perhaps, if her mother hadn't committed suicide and died young, Xiaoyu could have stayed in this family forever.

As long as he resolves the issue with the student named Yuan Liping, Xiaoyu won't have the subsequent arguments with her mother.

If all of this really changes, the people he should thank the most are the Gao Qinghe sisters.

Gao Qinghe was quite surprised that Jiang Baohai had this intention, but it also showed that she had a good eye for people.

She thought for a moment and said, "Then let's buy her study materials."

A special note: "Those available in the county seat don't count."

Jiang Baohai nodded and kept it in mind.

When he gets back, he'll have Fang Xiaoyu use his connections at the Ministry of Education to get several sets of past exam papers from various counties across the country.

Meanwhile, Gao Qingya, who was diligently memorizing vocabulary at school, was unaware that she was about to receive a generous gift of past exam papers.

The little girl was happy because she could reward herself with a five-minute break to listen to music after memorizing ten more words that day.

That evening, the Gao family warmly entertained Jiang Baohai and Fang Xiaoyu.

The family was both surprised and delighted by the gift that Jiang Baohai had specially brought during his visit.

Grandma Tian kept nudging Gao Qinghe, saying to her, "I'm satisfied with this, I'm satisfied with this!"

She seemed determined to make things difficult for her if she couldn't win over this grandson-in-law.

Without comparison, there is no harm. Thinking of Zhou Zhenghua, who had never said a word before, Grandma Tian felt a hundred times disgusted.

The old lady muttered to herself, "Amitabha, thank you Guanyin Bodhisattva for saving me from suffering and protecting my eldest granddaughter..."

Gao Qinghe was both amused and exasperated.

"Xiao Jiang, Xiao Fang, don't go back tonight. Stay at your uncle's house for the night. The rooms have been prepared for you."

Gao Chongyi warmly urged him to stay.

Jiang Baohai thought of the bed he had slept in last time and felt a little nostalgic.

But he couldn't rest easy until Jiang Yu's matter was dealt with.

He stood up and apologized, saying, "I have some things to take care of at the mine, so I have to leave soon."

Noticing Gao Qinghe's gaze, he deliberately said:
"With Xiao Fang along this time, the two of them can look after each other on the way, so there's no need to worry."

Gao Qinghe, who was pouring her mother some hangover tea, secretly clicked her tongue.

Once Huang Ying got drunk, she became a bit manic, grabbed her daughter, and shoved her violently toward the door.

"Go, go see Xiao Jiang off, don't come back tonight."

Gao Qinghe: "Mom? What are you talking about?"

Jiang Baohai's face turned red from trying to suppress his laughter.

Gao Chongyi quickly helped his wife back inside, then ran out with a flashlight.

The father and daughter escorted the person to the village entrance before returning home to wash their faces and go to bed.

(End of this chapter)