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

Chapter 150 I was wrong
Gao Qinghe tapped her fingertip on the bedside table. "Get up and eat."

The river embraces the sea, unmoving.

Jiang Yu was anxious for her brother and whispered a reminder: "Brother, your sister-in-law specially went to a big hotel to have the chef cook this for you. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Ha, now you realize you were wrong?

If you're so capable, then keep ignoring my calls and not showing up.

Jiang Baohai closed his eyes, revealing only half of his cold and stern profile.

Jiang Yu glanced at Gao Qinghe hurriedly, but seeing that Gao Qinghe's face was expressionless, making it impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry, she couldn't help but wonder if she had done something wrong.

If she had known her brother would react this way, she definitely wouldn't have asked her sister-in-law to come and see him.

Now look what's happened! Will her sister-in-law also be angry with her?

"Brother," Jiang Yu called out again.

The person on the bed didn't move an inch, only frowned slightly, seemingly not caring at all whether Gao Qinghe was there or not.

Jiang Yu moved to the other side of the hospital bed, squatted down in front of her brother, and whispered, "If you don't get up, your sister-in-law will get angry and leave."

Fine, then go!
Can't I live without her?
Jiang Baohai turned over and lay flat, looking tough. He barely opened his eyelids and glanced at Gao Qinghe.

Noticing her gaze directed his way, he immediately closed his eyes.

Jiang Yu was stunned. It seemed she had misjudged the situation; her brother couldn't let go of anyone at all.

He's as cold as iron, utterly heartless!

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry." Jiang Yu felt very guilty and looked like she was about to cry.

Gao Qinghe smiled reassuringly at her instead, her gaze falling on the doorway, "Xiaoyu, you go out first."

"Should I go out?" Jiang Yu was afraid that her sister-in-law would suffer if she stayed here alone and faced her brother's cold attitude.

Gao Qinghe nodded firmly, "You can go now. You've worked hard these past few days, take a rest."

Jiang Yu hesitated for a moment, then glanced at her brother, who exuded an aura of unapproachability, before leaving the ward, turning back every few steps.

Gao Qinghe: "Close the door."

Jiang Yu was puzzled. Why close the door?
But she still obediently closed the ward door.

Gao Qinghe looked down at the person on the hospital bed; their complexion looked much better than when they had just come out of the operating room.

However, her facial contours are tighter, and she does look much thinner.

Gao Qinghe moved a stool over, sat down by the bed, opened the lunchbox, and took out the two steaming dishes and soup inside, laying them out.

The enticing aroma of food wafted into my nostrils, its fragrance overwhelming.

Jiang Baohai's eyelids twitched, his right hand, which wasn't receiving an IV drip, gripped the bed sheet tightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Gao Qinghe put down the chopsticks and got up to raise the hospital bed.

Jiang Baohai couldn't help but suddenly open his eyes, his dark pupils staring intently at her.

Gao Qinghe wasn't intimidated by him. She sat down again, put the food on her rice, and picked up her bowl. "I gave you plenty of face when Xiaoyu was here."

The implication was clear: don't push your luck; she hadn't settled the score with him yet.

"Open your mouth." Gao Qinghe changed the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of rice and brought it to his mouth.

Jiang Baohai stared at her as if he wanted to devour her, then opened his mouth and viciously ate the rice in one gulp.

The food made by this chef is truly exceptional; it smells amazing!

Gao Qinghe fed him bite by bite.

Jiang Baohai ate bite after bite. His furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his feet, covered by a thin blanket, swayed from side to side.

Soon, the food was completely eaten, and even the soup was drunk clean.

Seeing his smug look, Gao Qinghe couldn't help but snort.

Jiang Baohai's expression froze instantly. Remembering that he would never take the initiative to talk to her, he also snorted.

As I watched her clear the dishes and stand up, looking like she was about to leave, panic gripped my entire body, and I quickly grabbed her wrist.

Gao Qinghe looked down at her wrist, which was tightly gripping her hand, the veins bulging from the effort of restraint. She then looked at the owner of that hand.

Jiang Baohai looked fierce, his jaw tightened, and his lower eyelids twitched slightly. Anyone who didn't know better would think he wanted to beat her up.

But he simply pulled her in front of him, wrapped his arm around her, and rested his thin, slightly pointed chin on her shoulder, silently pleading: Don't go.

A helpless expression appeared on Gao Qinghe's usually indifferent face, and she let out a very soft sigh.

Hearing her sigh, the man behind her tightened his grip, his iron arm locking her firmly against his chest.

Gao Qinghe's back was pressed tightly against his chest, and she could feel the strong heartbeat emanating from him.

And the burning heat from the man's body.

"Let go." She frowned.

The head on his shoulder shook, not only not letting go, but also deliberately pulling her closer to him, bumping Gao Qinghe.

Gao Qinghe gasped, "You touched the wound."

She dared not struggle, fearing it would reopen his wound, but unexpectedly, he went further, questioning her: "Was I wrong?"

Gao Qinghe stared in disbelief: "I was wrong?"

Jiang Baohai selectively ignored the tone of voice, only needing to hear the three words he wanted to hear.

He immediately said, "Okay, it's good that you know you were wrong."

Gao Qinghe choked, really wanting to struggle violently and make someone's wound burst open and die of pain.

But seeing his shameless behavior, I couldn't help but laugh.

Even though her back was turned, he caught her smile and immediately took advantage of the situation, turning his face to kiss her.

Gao Qinghe tried to dodge, but the large hand forcefully turned her head and kissed her without saying a word, quickly and fiercely, giving her no chance to breathe.

While kissing him, he said, "Don't be angry, it was my fault."

He verbally admitted his mistake, but his hand gripping her neck showed no sign of letting go.

Gao Qinghe finally got a chance to catch her breath, but he murmured "I love you" again, taking away all her breath.

Her mind went blank for a moment. This person was really good at seduction!
The man was completely absorbed in his work, his eyes unfocused. Gao Qinghe finally found an opportunity, and taking advantage of his distraction, she grabbed the large hand behind his neck and pushed him back onto the hospital bed.

Before he could react, she climbed on top of him, placed her hands on his neck to avoid touching his wounds, and lowered her head to kiss his deceitful lips.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the ward, and the room temperature rose rapidly due to the two people's actions.

Both of them felt like they were suffocating, but they couldn't stop.

This kiss was a mix of emotions, including relief, surprise, and the joy of finding something lost.

The mingling of their scents proves that they are each other's unique and irreplaceable essence.

At that moment, Gao Qinghe forgot to be angry and to settle scores.

Her heart was gradually filling up with joy and excitement.

Jiang Baohai knew she wanted to take the lead, so he let her.

He stared at her blushing face, her curled eyelashes, and the sweat-dampened strands of hair on her forehead, mesmerized.

Even the fine hairs on her face are playful and cute.

The two were reluctant to part; when she tried to retreat, he pressed closer.

He wanted to retreat, but she was unwilling to leave and chased after him.

Jiang Baohai had never been able to do anything about her. He knew she couldn't take it anymore and should be stopped, but he chose to let himself continue to sink into depravity.

There was a muffled sound of "dong".

After waiting outside for a long time without hearing any movement from inside, Jiang Yu pushed open the door and saw the two people on the bed.

The little girl's pure heart was greatly hurt, and her eyes widened like saucers.

Realizing what had happened, she hurriedly turned to leave, but accidentally bumped her head on the door frame, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.

(End of this chapter)