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

Chapter 140 Do you think I'm dead?
Ouyang Yan led Zhou Zhenghua in.

Today is Ouyang Yan's homecoming day. The newlywed couple arrived early in the morning and have been entertaining relatives and friends at home. Now that the banquet has ended, they finally have a chance to go out for a stroll alone.

These past two days have been spent entertaining relatives and friends, but the newlyweds haven't felt any sense of ceremony or joy about their wedding.

That's why Ouyang Yan insisted on having a romantic candlelight dinner with her lover today to make the ceremony more complete.

Zhou Zhenghua looked somewhat strained; he was exhausted.

After finally managing to take care of both sides of his relatives and friends, all he wanted was to rest and recharge.

But he couldn't resist Ouyang Yan's insistence, and he also felt that he had indeed neglected her a lot these past two days, so he followed her to this exquisitely decorated little restaurant.

Neither of them expected to see Gao Qinghe here.

"Why are you eating here too?"

Ouyang Yan's tone made it sound as if a girl like Gao Qinghe, who came from the countryside, didn't deserve to dine in such a high-end restaurant.

Zhou Zhenghua immediately noticed Jiang Baohai sitting at the same table as Gao Qinghe.

The man's usually stern face softened considerably at this moment, his eyes and brows filled with tenderness and doting affection. He held the cutlery in his hands and was carefully serving her food.

Whether intentionally or not, noticing a drop of oil on the corner of her mouth, he naturally leaned over and gently wiped it away with a napkin.

Gao Qinghe glanced at him in confusion, and Jiang Baohai explained, "There's oil in it."

A smile played on Gao Qinghe's lips. She saw through it but didn't say anything, and turned to look at Ouyang Yan.

"Excuse me, do you own this restaurant? Why can't I eat here?"

Jiang Baohai disdained to get involved in the clashes between women.

Of course, we'll see if the two of them start fighting.

He has no bottom line about not hitting women; if you dare to lay a hand on his wife, he doesn't care if you're male or female.

However, from her past life to this one, Gao Qinghe has never made him fight; this woman is incredibly powerful.

Jiang Baohai wasn't worried at all. She gave Zhou Zhenghua a polite nod, then scooped up a spoonful of small river shrimp, carefully peeling off the heads to avoid the sharp spines pricking her delicate mouth.

Ouyang Yan was momentarily speechless at Gao Qinghe's question.

"I...that's not what I meant," she explained awkwardly.

Gao Qinghe smiled faintly and shrugged, "I didn't mean anything by it."

The waiter came over, which greatly eased Ouyang Yan's embarrassment.

The two went to sit down in an empty corner. Ouyang Yan quickly ordered and handed the menu to Zhou Zhenghua.

But he found himself staring blankly at Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai sitting by the window.

To be precise, they were keeping an eye on Gao Qinghe.

She chatted and laughed with Jiang Baohai in a relaxed and soft tone, so as not to disturb the other guests around them.

But because their voices were low, the two of them always stood very close when they talked.

Although they were separated by a dining table, there seemed to be no distance between them. The woman smiled charmingly, and the man listened patiently, responding to every word, and even feeding her.

Seeing this scene easily brings to mind one word—affectionate.

It was a blooming red rose, and the neon lights outside the window reflected on her face through the glass, making her appear even more beautiful and dazzling.

And just thinking about how this rose was meant to bloom for me...

Zhou Zhenghua's brows furrowed tightly, and a suffocating feeling of jealousy and hatred welled up in his heart.

Jiang Baohai suddenly turned his head, his fierce gaze sweeping over.

Zhou Zhenghua, do you think I'm dead?!
"Ahem~" Zhou Zhenghua coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, then looked away and randomly ordered a drink.

Ouyang Yan urged him to order a couple more dishes, but Zhou Zhenghua had already eaten too much at the banquet and waved his hand, saying no.

Ouyang Yan returned the menu to the waiter, then leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and glared at him, looking displeased. Zhou Zhenghua, feeling guilty, avoided eye contact with her, got up to unfold the tablecloth, helped her set the table, and then sat down again.

He forced himself not to pay attention to the two people by the window.

But the woman's coquettish laughter and the delicate fragrance wafting through the air captivated every one of his senses, making them impossible to ignore.

Just as Zhou Zhenghua couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to get up and leave regardless of everything,

Jiang Baohai raised his hand and called out, "Waiter, the bill, please."

The two finally finished their dinner.

Zhou Zhenghua's torment has finally come to an end.

We didn't order many dishes, so only a small portion of wild mushroom and chicken soup was left.

Gao Qinghe poured the leftover rice into the soup, asked the waiter for a takeaway bag, and packed it all up to take away.

If Xiao Hei gets to eat this midnight snack, he'll definitely wag his tail with joy.

"Let's go." Gao Qinghe got up and left her seat, jogging over to push open the glass door of the restaurant.

Jiang Baohai carried clothes he had bought that afternoon in one hand and leftover food steaming in the other. He looked at his wife, who was eagerly opening the door for him, with amusement. "Happy" was not enough to describe how he felt at that moment.

I'm so happy I could cry!

Unable to resist, I leaned down and kissed her hair, then used my back to press against the door, gesturing for her to go out first.

Ouyang Yan watched this scene in silence, suddenly feeling a huge sense of loss and disappointment.

Outside, Zhou Zhenghua wouldn't even hold her hand.

But what about others?

They kissed openly and naturally; you could tell at a glance they were a loving couple.

No woman doesn't crave her husband's favoritism, but she never received it from Zhou Zhenghua.

Did she regret marrying him? Ouyang Yan asked herself in her heart.

It's ridiculous that she didn't dare to answer.

If it's a mistake, then let it continue to be a mistake, a complete and utter mistake!
Gao Qinghe led Jiang Baohai into the alley of the pedestrian street.

Before she could even whistle, Little Black had already smelled her scent and came rushing out of the dark alley barking.

Those two glowing green eyes startled Jiang Baohai, who instinctively stood in front of Gao Qinghe.

Deep down, I felt a tiny bit of regret for indulging her in keeping a wild and untamed dangerous dog.

However, this regret vanished instantly when she saw the delighted smile on her face.

Keep raising it, and if things get really bad, I'll just find a chance to secretly catch this dog and get it vaccinated against rabies.

Xiao Hei was also familiar with Jiang Baohai's aura. It circled around Gao Qinghe a few times, then came to Jiang Baohai and scrutinized him carefully. It wagged its tail at the fragrant leftovers in Jiang Baohai's hand.

Gao Qinghe laughed out loud, "I thought you had backbone, but it turns out a little leftovers can subdue you."

The dog looked at Gao Qinghe with blank eyes, appearing a bit dazed, not understanding what she was muttering.

Jiang Baohai chuckled, found the dog bowl that Gao Qingmiao had placed in the corner, and poured the leftover food into it.

Little Black barked excitedly, then wagged its tail and buried its head in its food.

The dog's eyes widened as it ate the delicious chicken soup, a truly human touch.

After feeding the dog, Jiang Baohai drove Gao Qinghe back to the compound.

When they parted, he held her close and kissed her deeply, then watched her leave, panting heavily.

I only felt relieved enough to drive back after hearing the sound of the iron gate in the yard opening.

(End of this chapter)