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

Chapter 162 Welcoming the bride
Gao Qinghe was sitting comfortably in the room.

Suddenly, someone rushed in.

Even her vibrant rose-red outfit couldn't compare to the dazzling red rose in her hand.

A few petals were shaken off and fell down. Gao Qinghe subconsciously reached out to catch them.

A warm bouquet of flowers was reverently placed into her palm.

Gao Qinghe smiled and raised her head, while Jiang Baohai remained motionless, as if a statue had been frozen in place.

I had long imagined what she would look like on her wedding day; I had even seen the red cheongsam in the store before.

But the impact of the full makeup and styling is still comparable to an atomic bomb explosion.

Her beautiful face appeared unexpectedly, making even the bright red roses pale in comparison.

Jiang Baohai's heart stopped, and he even held his breath, afraid of ruining the beautiful scene before him.

Gao Qinghe held roses in one hand and waved the other in front of the stunned man.

Those long, narrow eyes trembled slightly, their lashes fluttering, their radiance growing ever brighter.

He took her hand in his large hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly, "Wife, I love you."

"Want to make another heart shape with your hands?" Gao Qinghe asked jokingly.

Jiang Baohai immediately used his index finger and thumb to make a small heart shape, just like the young people in the short videos.

Gao Qinghe was amused and lightly hit his chest with a flower, saying, "Greasy."

Jiang Baohai felt a fragrance waft over, and he puffed out his chest, chuckling with pleasure.

"You're such a spendthrift today!"

Gao Qinghe glanced meaningfully at the door, looking rather pained.

Jiang Baohai was delighted; he was happy to be the God of Wealth today.

Meisuan took out the biggest red envelope of the day from the inside pocket of her clothes and handed it to Gao Qinghe.

"Everyone else has it, so my wife can't be without it either."

Giving a red envelope wasn't enough; he then pulled out a red velvet ring box from his pocket.

Inside were two gold rings.

Gao Qinghe prefers diamonds and colored gemstones when wearing jewelry; the shinier, the better.

Gold is valuable, but she doesn't really wear it much.

Jiang Baohai quickly explained, "We couldn't buy a diamond ring, so we'll just have to make do for now."

The solid loach-back ring weighs about 20 grams and feels heavy and substantial when worn.

Gao Qinghe compared the two men's ring fingers, which were gleaming gold, and couldn't help but chuckle, "That's very nouveau riche."

"So what if you're nouveau riche?" Jiang Baohai sat down beside her and said proudly.

"I'm a nouveau riche, and I'm proud of it!"

Others might want to be in this position but can't.

Gao Qinghe whispered, "Narcissistic~"

Jiang Baohai didn't care what she said; he couldn't hear anything else anymore, only her face, more beautiful than a rose, in his eyes.

Gao Qinghe placed the flowers on the table and asked him, "Are you just going to sit here and slack off, leaving your brothers behind?"

Turning his head, he found Jiang Baohai sitting upright, staring straight at him. The usually jovial Jiang Baohai had suddenly become serious and composed.

When she saw her looking over, the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

He sighed softly, "Wife, at this moment, you look so beautiful, it's like a dream."

Gao Qinghe looked back at the room filled with the double happiness symbol and the dowry prepared by her family, and heard the increasingly loud noise outside the door.

It really felt like a dream, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

Before the couple could continue their reflections, a commotion erupted in the yard.

The wedding procession rushed in.

Gao Qingya's voice was the loudest: "Stop them!"

The aunts and uncles who were counting red envelopes in front of the door immediately entered "battle" mode.

Inside the house, Gao Qinghe and her husband exchanged an excited glance, then rushed to the window, watching their own commotion as if they were outsiders.

Jiang Baohai clicked his tongue in approval: "Fang Xiaolei is not bad, he even knows how to use feints."

Gao Qinghe looked admiringly at the human wall formed by her younger siblings and said proudly:

"So what if we feint to the east while attacking in the west? We still have a human wave tactic." But no sooner had he finished speaking than a loud "Bang!" was heard.

The wooden door to the room could not bear the weight and collapsed.

Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai turned around in shock, only to watch as a group of people crashed and tumbled in!

Jiang Baohai: "."

Gao Qinghe: "."

The person lying down and the person standing made eye contact, and they both wanted to laugh and cry; the scene was utterly comical.

Fortunately, there were no casualties, and people reacted quickly and helped the person up.

Gao Qingya picked up the broken door panel and tried to piece it back together.

Good heavens, even the door frame collapsed.

After an eerie three-second silence, bursts of wild laughter erupted in the small courtyard.

"Hahaha!!!"

Gao Qinghe laughed and nestled into Jiang Baohai's arms, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Jiang Baohai looked at Fang Xiaoyu and the others who were being helped up, covered his face with his hands, and could only smile bitterly.

After everyone had finished laughing, a shout came from the kitchen that the banquet was about to begin, and the guests dispersed to find their seats.

Gao Qinghe was a must-attend his own banquet.

Completely ignoring the villagers' teasing and jokes, she openly pulled Jiang Baohai out and sat at a table with Lu Gaoming and a few other close friends.

There were a total of eighteen dishes, making it the highest-level wedding banquet in the village at present.

Although the Gao family didn't say anything, everyone could feel how much they valued their daughter.

The banquet ended in the evening.

The guests and villagers who had come from afar all dispersed, leaving only the wedding procession and a few close relatives from the Gao family.

Grandma Tian had someone calculate that it would be best to go out at 6:30 a.m.

Jiang Baohai, shameless as ever, refused to rest with the brothers in the wedding procession. Instead, he insisted on staying in the Gao family's courtyard, feigning illness and playing the victim, despite not being fully recovered from his injury.

When the night was deep and quiet, Gao Qinghe and her sister had already gone back to their room and gone to bed.

Gao Chongyi brought over a bottle of wine and pulled Jiang Baohai to the courtyard, where they drank and chatted until dawn.

As dawn broke on the horizon, it was time to head out.

The elderly father couldn't hold back any longer and began to sob while holding his son-in-law.

Jiang Baohai was so happy he couldn't cry, but he didn't dare to laugh either.

He could only pat his father-in-law's broad back while reassuring him and promising that he would treat his wife well.

"Dad, we'll be back the day after tomorrow."

The elderly father, unable to extricate himself from the grief of parting, suddenly raised his head.

Oh right, I'll be back the day after tomorrow.

What's there to be sad about then!
Gao Chongyi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and patted his son-in-law's shoulder heavily.

"Don't tell your mother I cried."

Jiang Baohai suppressed a laugh and nodded seriously, "Dad, don't worry, I promise to keep this to myself."

6:30 a.m.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, Jiang Baohai carried Gao Qinghe into the wedding car.

Fang Xiaoyu and the others then carried all of the bride's dowry into the car.

Because Gao Qinghe requested that customs be kept as simple as possible, the Gao family only arranged for Gao Qingya to be their bridesmaid.

Gao Qinghe entrusted her suitcase to her younger sister for safekeeping.

Gao Qingya carried it the whole time without letting go, personally placing it in the trunk of the lead car and watching the door close.

After making sure everyone is on the bus, I get on last.

Gao Qinghe was secretly pleased; in crucial moments, her younger sister was still trustworthy.

Grandma Tian, ​​Huang Ying, Gao Chongyi, and Gao Qingmiao stood on the dam, reluctant to see them off.

The wedding procession arrived with great fanfare, and departed with the same fanfare.

Sailing towards a brand new future in the rising sun.

(End of this chapter)