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

Chapter 159 Silver Bracelet

What are you doing at my house so late at night?

Gao Qinghe stood inside the door, her beautiful eyes scanning the man at the door with suspicion.

He stood ramrod straight, wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, black polyester trousers, and white sneakers, with his hands hanging at his sides.

Her hair looked freshly washed, and a gentle breeze carried its delicate fragrance.

Those pure, shy, and expectant eyes made him look like an innocent young man.

Zhou Zhenghua's excellent color is indeed rare on the market.

At this moment, Gao Qinghe suddenly understood why she had been so desperate for him when she was young in her previous life.

Unfortunately, once a woman gains experience, it becomes difficult for her to be attracted by a simple and beautiful appearance.

Zhou Zhenghua stared blankly at the woman in the moonlight, only snapping back to reality when he heard her soft cough.

"Qinghe, I sincerely wish you all the best knowing you're getting married."

Zhou Zhenghua's face was sincere, but he couldn't hide the insincere twitching at the corner of his eye.

This wasn't his true feeling; it was heartbreaking to say it.

But he knew that if he didn't say that, the people inside would just close the door.

Gao Qinghe asked in surprise, "You came all this way so late just to wish me a happy birthday?"

Thinking she wanted to hear something else, Zhou Zhenghua immediately looked at her expectantly, "Don't you want me to bless you?"

Gao Qinghe smiled faintly, neither responding to his words nor looking into his expectant eyes, but simply pointing to the courtyard next door.

"I accept your blessing. If there's nothing else, you can go back now."

Just as Zhou Zhenghua was about to speak, Gao Qinghe continued, "It's late at night, and I don't want anyone to misunderstand."

He was speechless, a hurt expression on his face, but his feet seemed to take root, and he didn't move an inch.

Gao Qinghe frowned, "Aren't you leaving?"

"We've known each other for twenty years, and you're just so eager for me to leave?" Zhou Zhenghua stared at her, his tone slightly angry.

Gao Qinghe was surprised again. "Are you deaf or blind? Isn't it obvious to me? If I have to say it out loud, I'd rather you just get lost! I get annoyed just looking at you!"

Zhou Zhenghua felt as if a sharp sword had pierced his heart with a "thud," causing him to tremble uncontrollably from the pain.

He swallowed hard, took an exquisite jewelry box from his pocket, and handed it to her.

"Qinghe, I don't know why you have to say such hurtful things, but I want to tell you that I will never forget our 20-year relationship."

"Besides romantic love, there are also friendship and family love in this world. We've grown up together since we were little, and we'll never have another bond like this in our lives. If you don't cherish it, I will!"

Seeing that she didn't come to accept his gift, Zhou Zhenghua opened the box himself, inside which were two silver bracelets.

"Whether you believe it or not, I mean it, I want you to be happy."

"We have a custom here where older brothers add to their younger sisters' dowry. If you still consider me your older brother, then please accept these silver bracelets."

"What if they don't acknowledge it? Should I just throw it away?"

Before Zhou Zhenghua could finish speaking, Gao Qinghe immediately retorted with a question.

Her expression was serious; she didn't seem to be joking at all.

Zhou Zhenghua's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you really going to break off our friendship?"

Gao Qinghe shook her head, "Severing ties is too much of a stretch."

Zhou Zhenghua smiled and said, "Then take it. I picked this out especially for you. It will definitely look good on you."

The silver bracelet shimmered beautifully in the moonlight.

Gao Qingya was tempted and looked forward to her sister accepting it so she could wear it herself.

To everyone's surprise, her sister's face suddenly darkened as she laughed.

"Zhou Zhenghua, stop acting all sentimental, okay?"

Gao Qinghe lowered her eyes and glanced lightly at the bracelet, then said sarcastically:
"Bringing the silver bracelet you gave me to the Jiang family, who are you trying to annoy? Are you afraid my husband won't argue with me?" Gao Qinghe felt she needed to re-evaluate the man in front of her.

Wearing a righteous and awe-inspiring face, yet doing such despicable things, she's a scheming and manipulative green tea bitch.

With his hidden thoughts exposed, Zhou Zhenghua showed a moment of panic on his face.

But he quickly regained his innocent and sincere demeanor, excitedly explaining, "Qinghe, you've misunderstood, I didn't mean that!"

Gao Qinghe didn't want to hear his explanation, and pointed behind him, "Your house is a complete mess, and you still have the mood to come and give me a bracelet? You're something else."

"We're still friends, right?" Zhou Zhenghua hurriedly asked.

His response was a loud bang as the door slammed shut.

"Brother Zhenghua, what are you doing over there?"

Ouyang Yan's puzzled question rang out from behind.

Zhou Zhenghua hurriedly hid the silver bracelet in his hand into his pants pocket, turned around somewhat embarrassedly, and shook his head, saying, "I didn't do anything."

"Didn't you go to bed? Why are you out here?"

Zhou Zhenghua walked over and asked with a natural, slight smile.

After a moment of panic, he calmed down.

He didn't do anything wrong, nor did he offend anyone, so what's there to panic about?

Can't there be pure friendship between men and women?
He and Qinghe were completely innocent; they hadn't done anything inappropriate. He just wanted to salvage their friendship.

With that thought in mind, Zhou Zhenghua simply took out the bracelet he had hidden in his pocket and showed it to Ouyang Yan.

Before his wife could even question him, he said, "Qinghe and I grew up together. We don't have any girls in our family, so I've always treated her like a younger sister."

"According to our local custom, the older brother will give his younger sister jewelry as a dowry, so I bought this bracelet to give to her."

At this point, Zhou Zhenghua sighed dejectedly, "But she didn't want it."

Ouyang Yan should have been happy, since her husband hadn't hidden anything from her.

But she felt a tightness in her chest.

Why doesn't she want it?

Ouyang Yan wanted to open the jewelry box to see what the silver bracelet inside looked like. Was it too ugly?
Zhou Zhenghua's taste in gifts isn't bad, it's just terrible!

From the time they met until now, he has never once truly touched her heart.

Zhou Zhenghua dared not let her see it; his intuition told him that his wife would definitely get angry if she did.

But he was too slow, and Ouyang Yan still managed to open the box.

A pair of silver bracelets with lotus flower patterns, the intricate and delicate designs were slowly and meticulously crafted by an old silversmith, hammering out the patterns one hammer blow at a time.

It has a pure silver-white color and looks very high-quality, unlike the cheap silver sold by weight in silver shops.

"She doesn't want someone so beautiful?"

Zhou Zhenghua noticed the change in Ouyang Yan's tone and quickly said, "If you like it, you can wear it."

Ouyang Yan was instantly delighted: "Really for me?"

But when Zhou Zhenghua helped her put it on, a strong sense of grievance suddenly welled up in her heart.

“You’ve never given me such a beautiful silver bracelet before,” Ouyang Yan suddenly accused, her eyes filled with tears.

Zhou Zhenghua coaxed, "Isn't this already given to you?"

Ouyang Yan refused to wear it, took off the bracelet and threw it to Zhou Zhenghua, saying, "You only give me what she doesn't want? I don't want it anymore!"

She turned around and stormed into the room, expecting Zhou Zhenghua to immediately follow her in and coax her.

Unexpectedly, he put the bracelet on the table, fetched water to wash his face and feet, and went to sleep.

Ouyang Yan was incredulous. Looking at the "dead person" lying next to her, she shed tears of grievance that soaked her pillow.

(End of this chapter)