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

Chapter 95 But he really did give me a pager!
Huang Yanqiu felt no pain or itching and picked up the seedlings to plant chili peppers with Huang Ying.

Gao Qinghe was so angry that she almost fell backward.

Two people can work fast; the remaining seedlings were planted in less than half an hour.

The three packed up and went down the mountain to go home.

Huang Yanqiu carried firewood and drove the cattle ahead.

Gao Qinghe and her mother walked behind, their brows furrowing with heartache as they looked at her sunburned neck.

"Mom, have you been feeling unwell lately?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Huang Ying looked at her daughter strangely.

Gao Qinghe: "I was worried about you."

Huang Ying felt a warmth in her heart and shook her head. "It's alright, your mother is doing very well. When I was young, there wasn't a single girl in the entire Shanghe Village who could do better than me."

That's something the whole village knows.

Even if you can work hard, you can't work too hard, right?
Gao Qinghe took her mother's rough hand, but Huang Ying, afraid of getting her daughter dirty, shook it off and wouldn't let her hold it.

As a result, Gao Qinghe insisted on holding her hand, which made her a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong with you today? You're so big, why are you still holding your mother's hand? Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"

Thinking about how this child had unusually insisted on going to the fields with her today, Huang Ying felt even more that something was wrong with the child.

Gao Qinghe wasn't afraid of being seen through, so she said, half-truthfully:
"Mom, do you know what I dreamed about last night?"

Huang Ying tentatively asked, "Did you have a nightmare that your mother died?"

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Gao Qinghe spat on the ground in a panic. "That doesn't count! My mom is talking nonsense!"

Huang Ying was amused; she rarely saw such a "rustic" side of her daughter.

This girl disliked these old-fashioned folk customs when she was little. She would even refuse to worship the local earth god when asked to do so.

“Dreams are always the opposite of reality, so don’t be afraid. Mom will definitely live a long and healthy life.”

Huang Ying squeezed her daughter's hand and coaxed her gently.

Gao Qinghe seized the opportunity to say, "Then when I make money and come back, let's go to a big hospital for a check-up as a whole family. If we're sick, we'll get treatment; if we're not, we'll treat it as a trip, okay?"

Huang Ying was both amused and exasperated. The busy farming season was just around the corner, with plowing, transplanting rice seedlings, planting beans, harvesting and pressing rapeseed—endless farm work to do.

Who has time to go to a hospital for a physical examination?

But seeing her daughter's earnest and expectant eyes, Huang Ying couldn't bear to see her disappointed, so she reluctantly nodded.

"Pinky promise, no take-backs!"

Gao Qinghe stretched out her little finger, looking both childish and stubborn.

Huang Ying sighed helplessly and agreed, making a pinky promise to hang herself for a hundred years without fail.

"Are you satisfied?"

Gao Qinghe smiled and said, "Mom, you must wait for me. I'll be back with lots of money soon."

Huang Ying: "Okay!"

"Don't work too hard. If you get tired, stop and rest. Take it slow and don't rush."

“Now Miaomiao and I can earn our own money, Dad’s salary has increased, and our family’s life is better. You don’t have to work as hard as before.”

"Mom, you need to take care of your health, okay?"

"Don't be like those old ladies in the village, who work themselves to the bone trying to save as much as possible, only to end up getting sick and emptying their savings."

Huang Ying was already annoyed by her daughter's incessant nagging.

I was trying to figure out how to shut her up.

Then we heard an old lady's voice coming from the convenience store.

"Xiao He! I got a call from you!"

Huang Ying felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly pushed Bao'er, who was constantly chattering beside her, out of the room.

"Go back the call quickly, don't keep them waiting!"

Huang Yanqiu's in-laws were on the way there, so the two of them went to the convenience store together.

"Auntie, who is it?"

Gao Qinghe fanned herself with a straw hat and walked into the store with a big smile.

The old lady gave her a knowing look and said, "Who else could it be but your boyfriend?"

A group of young women and housewives, who had nothing to do, sat by the door and burst into laughter upon hearing this.

As soon as Gao Qinghe picked up the phone, everyone quieted down, holding their breath and listening intently.

Anyone else in this situation would have blushed deeply.

Gao Qinghe leaned against the counter with an open and generous air, even smiling at them. Being good-looking, she looked youthful and radiant even in an old school uniform.

The young wives secretly envied each other, and all resented that their mothers hadn't chosen a husband as handsome as Gao Chongyi.

The call was answered quickly.

Gao Qinghe asked, "What do you want from me?"

Jiang Baohai, who had waited two hours for a call back, instantly lost all hope when asked this question.

Of course, it was his fault.

How could he possibly have any expectations of a woman like Gao Qinghe!
"Where did you go? Why did it take you so long to come back?"

Gao Qinghe: "I went with my mom to plant chili peppers."

"You grow chili peppers?"

"Yeah~"

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Gao Qinghe asked suspiciously, "You called me just to ask this?"

"No."

"Then tell me."

"Never mind, it's nothing. I just wanted to let you know I'm home."

I only remembered to tell her this afternoon after she arrived last night. Isn't that a bit too late?
I miss her, that's all. Why do I have to say I'm going home?

Gao Qinghe chuckled knowingly, "Hmm, I understand. Anything else?"

There was a long silence on the other end, but the call didn't end.

Another half minute passed.

Jiang Baohai said, "I'll buy you a pager later. Call me back quickly. Bye."

It sounded cold, like a leader giving orders to a junior employee.

The phone went dead. Gao Qinghe shrugged and hung up.

"What did you say?" Auntie asked, her gossipy face close to hers.

Gao Qinghe ignored her and asked directly, "How much?"

"One dollar and two cents."

Gao Qinghe paid the money and turned to leave.

You'd think she wasn't having a good time chatting and the couple was arguing.

But they didn't see Gao Qinghe's wildly upturned lips.

Although the coal mine owner spoke coldly, he really did give out pagers!

So what if my tone is a little harsh?
She loves hearing that kind of voice!
System's rant: [Host, do you have any dignity? Any self-respect? How could you be so easily bought off by material things?]

Gao Qinghe: "Get out!"

The system went silent instantly.

The payment from the button factory hadn't come through yet, so Gao Qinghe stayed home leisurely for a few more days.

But I never expected that after that phone call...

Jiang Baohai seemed to be addicted, calling her an average of two times a day.

Each phone call was very short; sometimes it was just asking her, "Have you eaten? What did you eat?"
It ended abruptly.

The longest conversation I had was about Jiang Yu.

Jiang Baohai returned to the city and went to find Yuan Liping's parents, and resolved the issue with them.

The other party was very cooperative and even brought their daughter to Jiang Yu's home to apologize in person.

However, just because the Yuan family has been appeased doesn't mean that Yuan Liping will necessarily listen to her parents.

Jiang Baohai said, "I can only tell her to tell me immediately if anything happens in the future. If all else fails, I will have to let her transfer schools."

After speaking, he waited anxiously for Gao Qinghe's reaction.

Hearing her say, "You've done a great job,"...

The person on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Jiang Baohai himself knew how important that sentence was to him.

And this is the person who firmly affirmed him.

Whether in the past life or now, there is only Gao Qinghe.

(End of this chapter)