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

Chapter 114 Money or Gift: Choose One

Gao Qinghe is different.

Returning to a familiar place, I relaxed completely and slept soundly.

I only woke up slowly when the sun was shining on my bottom, and I twisted and turned in bed, stretching my body.

She sighed contentedly, "Ah, that feels so good!"

The system time was 10:30 AM.

Huang Yanqiu has left, and only Gao Qinghe's own suitcase and the gifts piled on the coffee table remain in the living room.

The breakfast left by Huang Yanqiu was covered with a gauze cover on the dining table.

A bowl of cold rice noodles, with the cooked and cooled rice noodles and seasonings kept separate, Gao Qinghe can just mix them together and eat it, and the taste is still very fresh.

After breakfast, Gao Qinghe's pager on the table went off.

He hurriedly put down his chopsticks, slung his bag over his shoulder, put all the gifts in one bag, placed it on his suitcase, locked the door, and pushed the suitcase towards the gate of the compound.

Before I had taken more than a few steps, Jiang Baohai strode towards me.

Wearing a light blue casual outfit, he looked less serious and gloomy, and more energetic, like someone in their early twenties.

In short, Gao Qinghe suddenly felt as if she had seen another person.

If it weren't for that familiar face and the unrestrained upturn of his lips, she wouldn't have believed that this person was Jiang Baohai.

Gao Qinghe suddenly recalled that seeing Jiang Baohai in his younger days after her rebirth always gave her a strange feeling.

Seeing Jiang Baohai's outfit now, she suddenly realized what was so strange about it.

I still remember when I first met Jiang Baohai in my past life, he was dressed like a complete nouveau riche.

Big gold necklace, big gold watch, big floral shirt, sunglasses and mobile phone are always with him.

It's not exactly ugly, but it's definitely not good-looking either.

If Jiang Baohai weren't tall, long-legged, and had a decent face, the same outfit on someone else would be a disaster.

It took her many years to correct her astonishing aesthetic sense.

Later on, she became better at dressing, and as she entered middle age, she also developed body image anxiety, so she kept exercising to maintain her figure.

Gao Qinghe recalled the black suit and red shirt she wore when they first met, and all the outfits she wore afterward.

Although she still had that flamboyant and ostentatious style, to be honest, her outfits were actually quite well-coordinated.

Anyway, none of them have ever hit her sore spot.

The most memorable moment was when the two of them kissed in the car, wearing black shirts with large collars.

It looks like a restrained style, but it actually shows a lot of skin; you can even see the chest muscles when you bend over, and the waistline is perfectly highlighted.
"What are you thinking about? I called you but you couldn't hear me!"

Jiang Baohai pressed down on the handle of Gao Qinghe's suitcase, pulling her back as she was about to walk forward.

Didn't you see him already standing in front of you? Why are you still walking forward?

Gao Qinghe realized what was happening and coughed awkwardly twice. "You came pretty quickly. Aren't you busy today?"

Let go of his hand and let him push the suitcase, his eyes scanning the person up and down.

Jiang Baohai knew exactly what he was wearing today; he dressed this way on purpose to look younger.

I have important business to attend to in the village today, but I can't adopt a purely businesslike attitude, so I naturally need to appear more approachable.

Noticing Gao Qinghe's frequent glances over his shoulder, Jiang Baohai puffed out his chest, his heart soaring with pride.

"Show-off," Gao Qinghe thought to herself.

Jiang Baohai's car was parked on the side of the road outside, and the families of the workers from the button factory who passed by would all stop to take a look.

Within just two minutes of the person leaving, a group of curious children had gathered in front of the car.

Upon seeing the car owner approaching, they scattered in a swarm.

Jiang Baohai put the things in the trunk. The car was small, and he had already put in a lot of expensive cigarettes, alcohol and gifts. The suitcase was stuffed full.

Gao Qinghe sensed something was wrong and followed to check, but Jiang Baohai had already closed the trunk door.

She could only catch a fleeting glimpse of the red and green edges.

But that's enough. Gao Qinghe wondered in her mind what was in the system's trunk.

The system obediently replied: 【One box of ginseng, one box of donkey-hide gelatin, one set of inkstone and ink, two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes, and two bottles of Moutai.】 Gao Qinghe's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't stupid; she understood what this was about to do.

That's strange. Why doesn't she feel any joy at the impending achievement of her goal?

On the contrary, I felt a little guilty?
"Get in the car," Jiang Baohai said with a smile as he opened the passenger door.

People are in high spirits when they have good news, and he was already feeling happy even before the good news had happened.

Gao Qinghe suppressed her restless thoughts, nodded, and got into the car.

Jiang Baohai drove the car out and asked her, "Should we go and tell Miaomiao?"

“No need.” Gao Qinghe shook her head. “I already told him yesterday.”

Jiang Baohai then headed straight out of the city.

With all the car windows open, letting the wind blow in, Gao Qinghe placed her hands outside the car window, palms outstretched, feeling the resistance of the wind – it felt great!

However, the enjoyment didn't last long. Once the car got onto the gravel road, all the windows had to be closed, otherwise it would be covered in dust.

Jiang Baohai: "I can drive slower."

That way, you don't have to worry too much about dust when you open the window.

Gao Qinghe: "No need, let it dry in the sun."

He picked up the bag at his feet, took out the ten thousand yuan he had counted out earlier, and placed it on the center console.

"Give me the IOU in a bit."

Jiang Baohai glanced at the center console out of the corner of his eye; there was a neat stack of money, all in new currency.

He smiled easily, "I never intended for you to pay me back."

I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the bag of gifts on the back seat.

Jiang Baohai said, half-testing and half-jokingly, "If you really want to pay me back, just give me a small gift."

Gao Qinghe smiled, "How did you know I brought you a gift?"

Is he really involved?
Jiang Baohai was both surprised and delighted. He slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Let me see it." His tone was impatient.

Gao Qinghe looked at the parked car, then at the expectant eyes in front of her, speechless yet somewhat amused.

However, the fact that someone was so eager to receive the gift he bought made it hard not to feel a sense of pride in his eyes and brows.

Let's just take a look.

Gao Qinghe gestured for him to take the bag from the back seat.

Jiang Baohai, with his long arms and legs, leaned slightly backward and easily brought the bag to the front.

Gao Qinghe opened the bag and rummaged through it.

He glanced at Jiang Baohai sitting in the driver's seat; his eyes were burning with anticipation, his face full of expectation, like a child waiting for candy from his parents.

Gao Qinghe's heart softened.

It's not like you've never received gifts before, why are you acting so pitiful?
Under Jiang Baohai's pleading gaze, he rummaged around and finally pulled out a small box the size of a palm.

Why is it the smallest box? Jiang Baohai felt a little disappointed.

But then she thought that it was already good enough that she remembered to bring him a gift, and her expectations were rekindled.

"Gift or 10,000 yuan, choose one."

Gao Qinghe held the money in one hand and the gift box in the other, her face enigmatic.

Jiang Baohai took the small brown leather box from her palm without hesitation.

"I opened it?" He glanced at her.

Seeing her nod slightly, he took a deep breath and slowly opened the box.

Perhaps because he cherished it so much, his movements were cautious, and he even held his breath, his two brows furrowing unconsciously.

Gao Qinghe was made a little nervous by his serious demeanor and couldn't help but urge him:
"Watch it quickly, stop dawdling."

Jiang Baohai looked up and gave her a reassuring smile, finally opening the box completely without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)