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

Chapter 169 The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber

Because of this will, Uncle Jiang and Uncle Jiang San are still dissatisfied.

Because the old man was taken care of by Jiang Baohai's father.

But the old lady was not dead yet. She lived in the house, and the other two families would come to visit from time to time. They took care of her together for two years before she passed away.

This means the three brothers will live together in their old age, so the house shouldn't just go to Jiang Baohai's father.

If it weren't for the tragic death of Jiang Baohai's father in the mine, we wouldn't know who lives in this house now.

Of course, the current situation of the house is that Jiang Baohai has renovated it himself and bought the land in front of the house, expanding the yard.

The issue of property rights is now impossible to resolve.

Uncle Jiang and Uncle Jiang San watched their nephew prosper and didn't openly compete over such matters.

But in everyday life, they always bring up things like, "If it weren't for us doing this and that, you and your two children wouldn't even have a place to live."

Gao Qinghe had heard Jiang Baohai mention it a few times in her previous life, but she hadn't paid much attention to it.

Anyway, she lives in a big villa in the city, not this small bungalow.

When you have enough money, even the most despicable relatives can become kind and amiable.

Even if they're scheming in their hearts, they'll still put on a fawning smile on their faces.

Back in 1998, Jiang Baohai's cousin wanted to get married but didn't have a house to live in, so he asked to borrow the old house for the wedding. Jiang Baohai didn't say anything and readily lent it to him.

My cousin and his wife stayed there until their son got married.

For some reason, Jiang Baohai later wanted to go back to the village to experience the leisurely rural life. He called his cousin's family in advance to tell them to move out so he could come back.

Good heavens, my cousin's wife led a bunch of people to the company building, crying and saying that the big boss was going to take her house.

Gao Qinghe had forgotten how Jiang Baohai handled the matter at the time.

All she remembers is laughing at Mr. Jiang, this supposedly great philanthropist, for a whole year.

When Jiang Baohai was young, he was good at talking to people and to ghosts, and he was also ruthless.

He only sees things that can bring him profit and things that are useless.

As they get older, they start talking about family and brotherhood.

Those who followed him when they were young, now that they are old and destitute, he still has to arrange for them to live in a nursing home.

Well, I was scammed by my brother and had my house and land seized by my clansmen.

I wanted to build a road in my hometown, so I paid extra to have it built right up to my doorstep. But the villagers still put up banners and cursed me.

There are too many flaws, so many that Gao Qinghe doesn't even want to talk about them anymore.

Jiang Baohai locked the front door, took a shower, and then returned to his room.

He rushed into the house excitedly, closed the door, and turned around to see his wife sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, staring at him speechlessly.

"what happened?"

Looking down at herself, she was clean and tidy. What was it about her that she disliked?
Jiang Baohai subconsciously reflected, "Could I have done something to upset her again without her knowledge?"
Forget it, forget it!

Today is our wedding night, and if we delay any longer, the auspicious time will pass.

Jiang Baohai walked to the bedside, looked at the beautiful woman on the bed, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

He coughed lightly twice, took off his shoes, and got into bed.

We've been married for a long time, and thinking about what we're going to do later, I actually feel a little embarrassed.

The 1.8-meter-wide bed felt quite spacious to Gao Qinghe when she was alone.

As soon as Jiang Baohai got on the bed, he immediately felt the bed sink a little deeper, and his arms pulled inward, making the space feel cramped.

A wave of heat was approaching; it was Jiang Baohai's excessively high body temperature.

Gao Qinghe was wearing a silk nightgown, while Jiang Baohai was wearing a silk short-sleeved pajamas.

The same dark red.

With a "click," Jiang Baohai turned off the overhead light and switched on the bedside wall lamp.

The faint light refracted through the crystal, creating a halo of seven colors and a dreamlike, ambiguous atmosphere.

"Wife, baby."

Jiang Baohai looked at the person beside him and softly called her by the nickname that only he could use. She just sat there quietly, doing nothing, yet his heart was uncontrollably moved by her.

I remember reading a book about emotions before.

The book says there are two kinds of liking.

One type is physical attraction, and the other is psychological attraction.

According to the book, Jiang Baohai felt that his feelings for Gao Qinghe were both psychological and physical.

He felt a strong urge just from smelling her scent and seeing her.

"Come a little closer."

Gao Qinghe suddenly spoke, her voice soft.

Jiang Baohai's Adam's apple bobbed, and he obediently moved closer to her, stretching out his long arm to pull her into his embrace.

Gao Qinghe blocked his arm, grabbed it and placed it beside him, and Jiang Baohai sat upright like a puppet with his hands hanging down.

"Don't move, just stay here."

Gao Qinghe knelt up, facing him, and placed her hand on his half-open collar to unbutton it.

Jiang Baohai smiled slightly, and, fearing it would be inconvenient for her to move, he straightened his muscular chest a little.

He was initially in a hurry, but now he felt that she might want to flirt slowly, so he tried hard to suppress the urge to push her down and lowered his head to peck at her face.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his face got close, she gently pushed him away with her palm.

Those honey-like eyes glanced at him, "I told you not to move!"

Jiang Baohai took a deep breath and leaned back against her.

Okay, okay, I'm going to torment him again.

Finally, all the buttons on his clothes were undone, and the silky pajamas slid down to the sides, revealing his entire abs.

There is also a scar on the left side of my waist.

Gao Qinghe frowned and gently touched it. The stitches had been removed, leaving a light pink scar about seven or eight centimeters long. It felt soft, completely different from the hard muscles around it.

In this state, it feels like if you make any big movements to this thin layer of pink skin, it will immediately burst open.

However, Gao Qinghe was also itching to check, so she confirmed it again.

The warm fingertips tentatively pressed lightly on the pink scar, and an unbearable groan immediately rang out from above.

Gao Qinghe asked with concern, "Why do you still feel unwell? How long will it take before you can move around normally?"

Jiang Baohai, who was already sweating profusely, was taken aback.

What was she mumbling with that little mouth?
Unable to resist disobeying, he reached out and cupped her face, pressing his breath against hers.

Gao Qinghe's eyes were wide open, her clear pupils reflecting his infatuated face.

She couldn't resist giving him a comforting kiss.

After the kiss, I leaned back, afraid I wouldn't be able to withstand the test.

Jiang Baohai slowly realized that he was the only one up there.

Their clear, bright eyes met the slightly narrowed, emotional phoenix eyes, their breaths mingling.

Gao Qinghe earnestly suggested, "I think you need to abstain from sex for a while because of your injury."

Jiang Baohai's misty, moist eyes gradually turned cold, and he gritted his teeth:
"Baby, how can you say such cold things with your warm little mouth!"

Once things were out in the open, Gao Qinghe felt less guilty.

He buttoned up his open pajamas one by one, saying, "Let's wait a bit longer, otherwise I'll end up with a bunch of old-age ailments and I won't dare to fully commit."

Jiang Baohai grabbed her hand and pleaded, "I can do it, you don't need to worry about it, just give it your all!"

"No."

The gentle yet unyielding tone filled Jiang Baohai with despair.

What's the point of living such a bland and tasteless life? He might as well die!

(End of this chapter)