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

Chapter 115 Measuring by Hand
Inside the box was a light gold men's wristwatch, a Shanghai brand all-steel model.

The price is secondary; the most important thing is that it's a watch.

The era of "three turns and one sound" (referring to a radio, a bicycle, a sewing machine, and a radio) has only just passed, but its influence lingers.

A watch has a special meaning.

What does it mean when a woman gives a man a watch?
Doesn't this mean he's expressing all his love? At least that's how Jiang Baohai sees it.

He held the box and watch to his chest, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and finally let out a long sigh of relief, his wish fulfilled.

He then handed the box to Gao Qinghe, decisively took off the international brand watch he had originally bought for tens of thousands of yuan, casually tossed it into the storage drawer, shook his thin sleeve to reveal a section of his wrist, and gave her an embarrassed smile, "Help me put it on."

"Can't you bring it yourself?"

As Gao Qinghe spoke, she took the steel watch out of the box and put it on his wrist.

She knew his wrist size, and the watch strap had been adjusted by the salesperson beforehand so it fit him perfectly.

Jiang Baohai's deep gaze swept over the watch on his wrist. "Did you secretly measure my wrist size?"

Gao Qinghe, unaware that he was asking a question he already knew the answer to, scoffed, "You're overthinking it. I just need to give my height and weight, and the salesperson will know roughly my wrist size."

"Oh." He curled his lips in a mocking smile. "Who told you that you secretly inquired about my height and weight? The Fang Xiaoyu brothers?"

Gao Qinghe looked defiantly at the smug man in front of her, "Do you need to secretly inquire? I've hugged and touched him openly and honestly."

Jiang Baohai's expression changed, and he suddenly leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against her ear, "Then touch me again and hug me again, so you remember it well."

Gao Qinghe chuckled softly, raised her fingers to hook his collar, and deliberately breathed into his open collar.

Jiang Baohai trembled violently, his heart clenched, his chest tensed, his muscles bulged, and all the hairs on his body stood on end.

The arm that was supporting her on the back of the chair seemed to have all its strength drained away, and it went limp, with his entire upper body pressing down on her.

The man buried his head in her shoulder, seemingly embarrassed and angry, and kissed her neck lightly.

Gao Qinghe gasped in shock, her free right hand reaching through his hair, grabbing the roots and pulling the head away from him.

Jiang Baohai winced in pain, his eyes red as he pulled away from her fragrant neck, forcefully removed the hand that was holding him by the head, put it in his mouth, and bit down hard on those slender white fingers in revenge!
She was the one who tempted him first, arousing his appetite, but then she wouldn't let him eat. He needs to be punished to appease his anger!

The stinging pain from her fingertips made Gao Qinghe frown.

That bastard Jiang Baohai actually dared to bite her!

The person who was leaning back in the seat suddenly pulled their hand out and pushed it against the hard chest in front of them, shoving the man on top of them back into the driver's seat.

The difference in strength between men and women is inherent; she simply couldn't possibly push him away with her limited strength.

But Jiang Baohai let her do as she pleased, and then leaned back in the driver's seat, his reddened eyes looking at her with a hint of excitement.

Gao Qinghe stood up and straddled him, and Jiang Baohai instinctively wanted to hug her.

Unexpectedly, she swiftly grabbed his left hand and raised it above his head, saying playfully, "Don't move!"

She shifted her lap, and Jiang Baohai's breath hitched. He said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

"You let me touch and hug you yourself, so you have to keep your word."

Jiang Baohai's eyes were glazed over, "Okay."

He tilted his head back to kiss her, but was pushed back.

"be honest."

She stared at the other large hand that had somehow appeared beside her legs, raising it along with the one she had just grabbed, barely managing to hold it down with one hand.

"No matter what kind of sportswear you wear, you can't unbutton it."

So she had no choice but to crawl in from below to take the measurements. She touched his abs, then his pectoral muscles, her fingertips casually brushing against his nipples. Jiang Baohai let out a muffled groan, almost unable to resist pulling away!

Gao Qinghe pouted and shook her head in disapproval, "No, you can't."

Jiang Baohai closed his eyes in despair. He wanted to move but was afraid of angering her, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

I sighed helplessly, realizing I had played with fire and gotten burned.

He moved his hands to his back, measuring the bulging back muscles one by one with his fingers, and even estimated the number of centimeters in a seemingly professional manner.

From left to right, from top to bottom, finally stopping at the softest part of the lower back.

Before he could even move his fingers, the two large hands that were pressing down on his palms could no longer hold back and suddenly broke free.

Seeing herself about to become prey caught in a spider web, Gao Qinghe ran as fast as she could, lay down on the passenger seat, and said in a serious tone:
"The measurements are done, let's go! It'll get dark soon, and Mom, Dad, and Grandma are waiting for me to come home!"

Jiang Baohai's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at her, forcing out three words through gritted teeth: "Gao, Qing, He!"

The force with which his lips and teeth bit down was as fierce as if he wanted to crush her bones.

Gao Qinghe's heart was pounding, but she didn't show it on her face. She raised her hand to brush her messy hair, fastened her seatbelt, and sat up straight, like a model student listening attentively in class.

“Let’s go,” she said.

Jiang Baohai looked down angrily. How was he going to get such a big bag?!
Gao Qinghe followed his gaze, licked her lips, and thought, "It's so good to be young."

Jiang Baohai was about to explode, but fortunately, he still retained a sliver of rationality.

The man, who hadn't smoked in a long time, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his drawer, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Once outside, the mountain breeze and the scorching sun gradually calmed the fire in my heart.

The cigarette was held between my fingers. I tried to light it with a lighter, then blew it out, afraid she would dislike the smell on me, so in the end I didn't light it.

As Jiang Baohai restarted the car, he made a fierce decision in his mind.

We must get married!
If he doesn't get married soon, his brother will starve!

Gao Qinghe turned her head to look out the window, and the smile on her lips could no longer be held back.

Jiang Baohai felt the person next to him shrugging, and impatiently grabbed one of her hands, squeezing it angrily.

Gao Qinghe cried out in pain, and he quickly let go, asking anxiously, "Does it hurt?"

If they weren't driving, Gao Qinghe would have kicked him. "Nonsense."

"It's all your own fault." The man sounded even more aggrieved than she did.

Gao Qinghe was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with him.

Also afraid that if they went too far, the person would go crazy and they would not get away with it, so they were extremely well-behaved for the rest of the journey.

Jiang Baohai had never felt time pass so slowly. His little hands were clenched so tightly they were damp and warm, but he dared not let go.

This was the only tranquilizer he had. He was afraid that if he relaxed, the tension in his mind would snap, and he wouldn't be able to resist taking care of her in this desolate wilderness.

After finally arriving at Shanghe Village, my mind finally calmed down.

Unable to drive into the village, Jiang Baohai parked the car on the stone bridge, got out, and took the items out of the trunk.

Gao Qinghe saw what he had prepared but didn't say anything.

Jiang Baohai turned his wrist to look at his new watch, his confidence soaring!

(End of this chapter)