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

Chapter 171 Silence is Suffocating
Gao Qinghe had wanted to go to sleep, but the man got excited again.

She wanted to push him away, but before long, he started acting up.

He's always like this; when he wants something, he first makes her feel unbearable before taking advantage of her.

However, Gao Qinghe was truly exhausted. After biting his hard shoulder, her mind went blank as if struck by lightning.

He felt like an octopus that had been pulled ashore by humans, completely paralyzed on the bed, unable to move a single finger.

Jiang Baohai held up his fingertips, looking rather aggrieved, insisting that she see just how hard he was trying.

Gao Qinghe could barely keep her eyes open, but she forced herself to give him a light kiss as a reward.

"Clean it up"

She also reminded him to take care of the cleaning.

Jiang Baohai felt sorry for her, but he felt even more sorry for himself.

He was so upset he felt like he was about to explode, so he grabbed her hand and whispered comforting words in her ear.

Little did they know that those coaxing words sounded like a lullaby to someone who was extremely tired.

About twenty minutes later, Gao Qinghe's hands were sore from holding the product, and she complained, "Why is it taking so long?"

Jiang Baohai buried his head in the crook of her neck, not knowing what to say.

Others might worry about things moving too fast, but she, on the other hand, complained that he was taking too long.

Jiang Baohai himself was helpless to admit it; he never expected to be so strong when he was young.

Also, I blame him for being too greedy, unwilling to end it too quickly, and deliberately holding back.

However, he dared not reveal his true thoughts, otherwise she would definitely be angry.

Jiang Baohai took a deep breath, preparing to fully immerse himself in the experience and no longer deliberately hold back, when the hand suddenly released its grip.

He gasped for breath in despair.

Looking up, I saw that the person next to me had fallen into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

He kissed her tenderly, then helplessly held her small hand in his large one and released it himself.
After lying in bed for a while, Jiang Baohai quietly got up to tidy up.

I'm so glad I installed a gas water heater, otherwise I'd have to run to the kitchen to boil water in the middle of the night.

Zhaozhuang has not yet been connected to natural gas; the entire southwest region was relatively late in getting natural gas.

Currently, only bottled liquefied petroleum gas (LPG) can be used.

In order to adapt it to the water heater, we specially found a professional to come and adjust it.

It was a bit of a hassle, but as long as his wife found it convenient, Jiang Baohai felt it was worth it.

The only concern is to be careful of gas leaks and prevent carbon monoxide poisoning.

However, the bathroom has a window for ventilation, so there's nothing to worry about if you're careful when using it.

If only Jiang's mother had been home before, Jiang Baohai wouldn't have dared to pretend.

But now that he has Gao Qinghe, an experienced person who has used all kinds of home appliances and has enough safety knowledge, he feels much more at ease.

Jiang Baohai brought over hot water, but Gao Qinghe was completely unconscious and let the people around her do as they pleased.

After cleaning up his wife and himself and putting on his pajamas, Jiang Baohai finally lay down to sleep.

Gao Qinghe drank some wine at the wedding, and then had a wild night with Jiang Baohai.

She slept so soundly that she couldn't wake up at all.

When I woke up naturally, I found that it was already bright daylight, and a dazzling round sun outside the window was radiating light and heat as if it were free.

what time is it?
The system time is: [It is currently 10:05 AM.]

Gao Qinghe was startled, but then she caught a glimpse of someone sitting on the headboard out of the corner of her eye, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you still here too?" Gao Qinghe asked casually.

Since she wasn't the only one who overslept, Gao Qinghe instantly felt relieved.

Jiang Baohai woke up early, but seeing his wife sleeping so adorably, he couldn't bear to leave. Also, partly out of a desire to make up for last night, he decided to stay up with her.

Seeing that she was finally awake, Jiang Baohai pinched her cheek and teased, "Don't worry about why I'm still here. We're going back to our parents' home today, so hurry up and get ready. Don't keep Mom, Dad, and Grandma waiting too long."

Gao Qinghe had just sat up when she heard this and, remembering that there was still one last step to complete, she collapsed back onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted.

With time running out, Jiang Baohai managed to roughly recreate the room, but the details were still not perfected.

The mattress was a hard palm fiber mattress with a cotton quilt. Gao Qinghe suddenly fell down, and before Jiang Baohai could even warn her, he heard her cry out in pain.

"My back is so sore, the bed is so hard, why didn't you buy a Simmons mattress?"

Jiang Baohai quickly helped her up, rubbing her back as he asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Seeing her shake her head and glare at him, Jiang Baohai explained helplessly:
"Who knows what kind of mattress you like to sleep on now? I was thinking of waiting for you to come and pick one you like yourself."

Speaking of this, he pointed to the empty room and said, "Now you have something to do. There are still quite a few things to be added to the room."

Gao Qinghe laughed, "I enjoy doing this kind of shopping spree, please let me continue next time."

Then the weather cleared up.

Jiang Baohai asked again if his back still hurt.

Seeing that she was really alright, the two quickly got out of bed and dressed.

The wedding dress she had taken off yesterday was still hanging on the coat rack. Gao Qinghe didn't know what had gotten into her, but she brought her nose close and took a curious sniff.

A strong smell of food and alcohol entered her nasal cavity and quickly spread throughout her head cavity. The stench was so bad that she quickly dropped the food and gagged twice.

Jiang Baohai: "."

We live in a new era now; the old days don't have the custom of newlyweds greeting their parents-in-law with "Good morning" the day after marriage.

Sometimes Jiang Baohai would not get home until midnight after socializing, and it was common for him to sleep until the afternoon of the next day.

Jiang's mother was already used to it.

With someone else in the house this time, the mornings just felt a bit longer.

Gao Qingya and Jiang Yu got up at eight o'clock. Jiang's mother cooked millet porridge and heated up a few bowls of leftover dishes from last night.

The two little girls had already finished their breakfast.

Jiang's mother also ate some.

The people in the master bedroom hadn't gotten up yet, so the three of them sat in the living room waiting.

Gao Qingya wanted to watch TV, but was afraid of disturbing the people who were sleeping, so she stared at Jiang's mother and Jiang Yu, bored.

Jiang's mother sat alone on a single sofa in the corner, twisting a ball of yarn in her hand.

Whether they found Gao Qingya frightening or were intimidated by her overwhelming power yesterday, they didn't dare to glance at her at all, except when they were offering her food.

As for Jiang Yu, let's not even mention him; he can't even utter a sound!

For a lively young girl, the silence in the hall was undoubtedly suffocating.

Gao Qingya couldn't stay any longer, so she got up and walked around the yard several times, practiced a set of radio calisthenics, and did some military boxing for a while.

Jiang Yu looked up at the ceiling; she hadn't slept well last night.

Just as my eyelids were about to close, the door to the master bedroom was finally opened.

"Mom," Jiang Baohai called out.

Having had a good night's sleep, Gao Qinghe was in a good mood and greeted him with a smile, "Mom, good morning."

It's as if nothing happened yesterday.

morning?
Jiang's mother glanced at the wall clock. It was almost 10:30. Was it still early?
However, what happened yesterday made her feel uneasy, and she was about to respond with a sigh.

The two of them had already gone to the bathroom to wash up.

Jiang's mother coughed twice uncomfortably, put down the ball of yarn in her hand, and silently got up to go to the kitchen to heat up breakfast.

(End of this chapter)