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

Chapter 143 Wife, I Miss You
It's 6 a.m.

Fang Xiaoyu went out to buy breakfast, while Gao Qingmiao lay on the single sofa, fast asleep.

The ward was so quiet that the only sound was the heavy breathing coming from the hospital bed.

Gao Qinghe looked at the large hand that was gripping her wrist, then suddenly loosened its grip, slowly sliding down to her fingertips and grasping one of her fingers.

The man's smugness faded, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I forgive you. I told myself before that as long as you came, I would forgive you."

"It's so quiet, so lonely, so desolate inside, honey. I want to eat abalone and lobster."

Gao Qinghe lowered her eyes, concealing the gloom in them.

"You can't eat seafood, it will give you a stroke."

The man on the hospital bed had tears in his eyes, as if he had been greatly wronged. "Okay, I'll listen to my wife. I won't eat then."

The hand that was holding her fingers greedily spread its fingertips little by little, completely enveloping her entire hand.

His hands were cold after the surgery, and Gao Qinghe seemed to be chilled by the cold, her body trembling slightly for a moment.

His large hand completely enveloped her soft, boneless little hand in his palm, pulled it to his face, and gently rubbed it affectionately.

The touch of skin against skin brought great comfort to the man's anxious heart at that moment.

"I really miss you so much..."

A tear slid down from the corner of her eye and landed on the back of her hand, carrying a burning heat.

The heat made Gao Qinghe's heart clench.

She withdrew her hand and used her fingertips to wipe away the wetness from the corner of his eye.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Gao Qinghe placed her finger on his lips and said, "Be quiet for a while, don't talk."

The person on the bed nodded slightly.

But as soon as she withdrew her finger, he immediately said, "Wife, you stay with me, you're not allowed to leave."

A faint, sinister smile crept across Gao Qinghe's lips. "Fine, I'll stay with you. I won't leave."

"Hand, let's hold hands," he said, extending his hand.

His eyelashes, still glistening with tears, gazed at her with deep eyes that, though seemingly clear, were far from lucid, filled with dependence. He looked exceptionally vulnerable and endearing.

It might be the heat, or it might be the pain; his soaked hair clung to his forehead. Gao Qinghe gently brushed it away before taking his hand, which kept swaying in front of him, insisting that she hold it.

She hooked her toes over a tall wooden stool and sat down in front of the hospital bed.

One hand was held by the man on the hospital bed, while the other hand was raised to check the time displayed on the digital watch.

The anesthesia will wear off completely soon.

Jiang Baohai stopped talking, but instead grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his cheek, as if addicted, occasionally taking a breath and letting out a satisfied sigh.

Gao Qinghe suspected that in his previous life he must have been a silly blue cat.

It's a pity she didn't have a cell phone, otherwise she would definitely have recorded everyone's stupid behavior.

Just imagining the man's incredulous, devastated, and embarrassed reaction when he sees the video, Gao Qinghe can't help but want to burst into laughter.

"You're quite good at keeping secrets, Lao Jiang."

Just before drowsiness struck, Jiang Baohai vaguely heard her say something sinister.

Old Jiang?

Who is Lao Jiang?

Oh, it sounds like the old lady is calling him. Did she drop her phone in the toilet again? Is she telling him to go get it?

Forget it, let's just buy a new one. The nanny can take it out, he can go to sleep first.

Jiang Baohai closed his eyes, feeling as if he had just taken a nap.

It will take at most five minutes.

When he opened his eyes again, his wife was nowhere to be seen.

He looked left and right, his brows gradually furrowing.

"Where's my wife?!" Jiang Baohai panicked and tried to sit up by propping himself up on his arms.

Fang Xiaolei, who was standing by the bedside, quickly held the person down.

"President Jiang, don't move around! You'll reopen your wound!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Baohai realized he'd been stabbed by a bastard. He lay back down, looked at the empty room, and asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Fang Xiaolei smiled sheepishly, "Miss Gao and her brother just left. My brother went to the police station, so I'm here to take care of you."

"Mr. Jiang, are you thirsty?"

Jiang Baohai breathed a sigh of relief and nodded when he heard that the siblings had just left.

Fang Xiaolei slapped his forehead. "I'm sorry, the doctor said you can't eat or drink anything right now."

Jiang Baohai rolled his eyes at him speechlessly. Couldn't he just ask him what he was doing? Was he deliberately trying to make him uncomfortable?

Realizing he had made a foolish mistake, Fang Xiaolei quickly changed the subject.

"Well, Miss Gao and her brother donated a lot of blood to save you, so they'll probably need to rest and recuperate for the next couple of days. When Miss Gao left, she said that you should come to see her again after you're discharged from the hospital, and that she wouldn't come to take care of you anymore."

"And about the wedding, Miss Gao said, she said..."

Jiang Baohai, unable to bear his stammering words any longer, finally raised his voice and asked:
"What did she say?"

Fang Xiaolei: "She said she hates being lied to the most, and that the wedding is off."

Before he could finish speaking, the man on the hospital bed changed his expression drastically and threw off the blanket, trying to get out of bed.

Fang Xiaolei was so frightened that she quickly stopped him, "President Jiang, you can't get out of bed yet. Please lie back down. The doctor worked so hard to pull you back from the brink of death, and Miss Gao gave you so much blood. If you do this, all of everyone's efforts will be wasted!"

“I know you’re anxious, but don’t worry. Miss Gao was just saying that in anger. When she left, she told me to call your family and ask them to come and take care of you.”

Jiang Baohai grabbed his collar with great force, and Fang Xiaolei almost suffocated.

"Was she really just saying that out of anger?"

How could Fang Xiaolei dare to say otherwise?

She immediately nodded, "Yes, that was just something said in anger. If she had known that you, President Jiang, would have reacted so strongly, she definitely wouldn't have said those words out of concern."

As the grip on his collar loosened, Fang Xiaolei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped Jiang Baohai lie down again.

The man seemed much calmer, but Jiang Baohai habitually hid his true thoughts in front of outsiders.

Actually, my mind was a complete mess.

"She said she hates being lied to the most?" Jiang Baohai tried to calm down and sort out the situation.

Fang Xiaolei nodded and, unable to contain his curiosity, asked:

"Mr. Jiang, are you hiding something that Miss Gao has discovered?"

He remembered that when he came to the hospital to take over his shift, Ms. Gao was still wearing her pajamas. It was obvious that she had rushed to the hospital and hadn't even had time to change her clothes.

Such concern doesn't seem like someone who genuinely doesn't want to get married.

On the day the wedding date was set, Jiang Baohai returned to the mine and couldn't wait to tell all the workers the good news.

Jiang Baohai was quite pleased with himself, feeling the envious and jealous looks from the miners.

Overjoyed, he waved his hand and ordered the canteen chef to slaughter two pigs on his wedding day so that the miners could have a good meal and share in his happiness.

Therefore, Fang Xiaolei knew that their wedding was approaching.

"Today is the 2nd, and the wedding day is the 11th. Boss, with your current injury, you'll need to stay in bed for at least half a month. Could it be that Miss Gao said she wouldn't get married because she felt sorry for you?" Fang Xiaolei analyzed seriously.

Jiang Baohai gritted his teeth and muttered, "It's over, the old woman must have found out."

Fang Xiaolei: "What did you say?"

Jiang Baohai gave him a cold look, "None of your business."

Fang Xiaolei: "Oh."

After a moment's thought, Jiang Baohai knew exactly where the problem lay.

He did not have amnesia; he remembered what had just happened after a little thought.

I just don't quite remember what I said.

Damn anesthetic!
And that damn Fang Xiaoyu!

Before he went into the operating room, he sat up in shock from his deathbed and told himself to keep a close eye on his mouth until the anesthesia wore off completely.

It seems this guy doesn't remember anything at all.

(End of this chapter)