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

System: [Waaaaah, a life of being disliked.]

Suddenly hearing a child's sobbing voice in her head, Gao Qinghe paused for a moment, then decisively ignored it.

Jiang Baohai stood right in front of her and noticed her momentary daze, finding it somewhat strange.

But I didn't think much of it, assuming my wife was worried about how to hide her secret stash of money.

Gao Qinghe opened her suitcase, emptied out the clothes, and tried to put them into the wardrobe according to different categories.

I just realized there wasn't a single coat hanger!
Her dresses and coats couldn't be folded.

Turning around, he saw Jiang Baohai sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a sly smile, a dangerous grin curling at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Baohai was immediately startled and quickly got up to take the clothes from her hands and put them on the bed.

"Mom has prepared the food. Let's go eat dinner first. There's no rush to pack these things. Tomorrow I'll drive you to the county to buy everything you need."

"Where are your clothes?" Gao Qinghe asked curiously.

The room was empty, filled only with the new things she had brought; Jiang Baohai's personal belongings were nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Baohai explained, "Mom gave us the master bedroom, but my things are still in the original room. I'll move over tomorrow."

Actually, the four rooms in the old house are all about the same size.

The only difference is the orientation; the master bedroom is brighter.

Gao Qinghe didn't know about the room change at first, but now that she does, she doesn't think much of it.

However, at the dinner table, when faced with Jiang's mother who was still being awkward, he took the initiative to persuade her to eat some food.

Jiang's mother never expected that she could persuade the vegetable vendor to eat. She was flattered and a little apprehensive.

This huge reaction embarrassed Gao Qinghe.

After that, they could focus on eating whatever they wanted, just like they were at home.

However, Jiang Baohai and Jiang Yu exchanged a secret glance and clearly breathed a sigh of relief.

After dinner, Jiang's mother deliberately sat and waited for about half a minute, thinking that her new daughter-in-law would be polite and get up to clean up the dishes.

To my surprise, after finishing his meal, he smiled at her and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mom."

He got off the table, went to the living room, turned on the TV, and after some clumsy fiddling, successfully tuned in to a channel and started watching TV.

There's no TV at home, and there wasn't one in the rented courtyard house either.

I haven't used any electronic products other than pagers for more than half a year, and my nighttime entertainment activities are quite limited.

I get so excited when I see a color TV now.

At 8:30 p.m., CCTV's prime time slot was broadcasting "Women's Fence and Dogs," a rural family drama that Gao Qinghe watched with great interest.

Jiang's mother waited and waited, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets, but she couldn't attract any attention from Gao Qinghe, who was giggling on the sofa.

Jiang Baohai coughed twice and quickly got up to clear the dishes.

The boss, who hasn't done housework in a long time, has become a bit rusty.

Even so, Jiang's mother was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.

The child's dead father!

Your son, who wouldn't even pick up a fallen oil bottle at home, actually knows how to wash dishes!

Jiang's mother didn't know that her son could not only wash dishes, but also clothes, socks, and underwear.

In the past, the couple lived alone. Even when the nanny took leave to go back to her hometown, the big boss still had to do housework.

However, the internet age is much more convenient than it is now; at least you can order takeout.

His spoiled wife is actually very easy to please; a cup of milk tea is enough to make her happy for half a day.

If all else fails, you can eat out, and you can hire a temporary cleaner for housework.

If it's really inconvenient to have someone else do it, such as those expensive underwear that Gao Qinghe took off.

Those that can be machine washed have dedicated washing machines, while those that can't are simply washed by the boss himself. However, men care about their image, and Gao Qinghe would never mention to others that Jiang Baohai had coldly washed her underwear after an argument.

She always praises her husband, saying he's such a great man!
Seeing that Jiang Baohai had almost finished washing the dishes, Jiang's mother finally came to her senses from the shock and stopped her son.

"What are you doing? This is not a man's job. You go ahead and do your work, Mom will wash it."

Jiang Yu, who was wiping the table clean and clearing away the leftovers, couldn't help but ask:
"And what about me? I went to study too."

Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother gave her a look that seemed to say, "You've gone too far!" She gestured with her lips, telling her daughter to come in and her son to leave.

Jiang Baohai shrugged at his sister, indicating that he couldn't help her.

I walked up to the small green refrigerator, opened it, and asked, "Do you have any fruit left?"

Jiang's mother frowned. "Didn't we just finish dinner?"

"It's fruit after dinner. Qinghe wants some while watching TV," Jiang Baohai replied matter-of-factly.

Remembering something, she reminded her mother, "Mom, don't put garlic in Qinghe's dishes from now on. If you make spicy food, you can put in just a tiny bit, because she's allergic to garlic."

The dishes tonight were all garlic, but Gao Qinghe didn't say a word and ate them all without complaining.

Since his wife was being so considerate, Jiang Baohai couldn't bear to see her go hungry, so he had to give her some fruit to help her recover.

Jiang's mother was surprised, "People are allergic to garlic?" She didn't know that!

Jiang Baohai said seriously, "There are also people who are allergic to pollen and milk."

"What other allergies does she have?" Jiang's mother asked anxiously.

I'm really afraid that my daughter-in-law will get sick from the food, and my son will scold her.

Jiang Baohai shook his head, "No, I'm just allergic to garlic. Just avoid it. Anyway, my family doesn't like garlic."

Jiang Yu nodded in agreement, "I don't like garlic either, it makes my breath stink for ages."

The small refrigerator was crammed with all sorts of things, and Jiang Baohai was about to ask where the fruit was.

Alright, without his mother reminding him, he had already found the two red apples refrigerated in the refrigerator.

Luckily, I put them in a net bag separately, otherwise they would definitely have smelled of vegetables.

Under the incredulous gaze of Jiang's mother, Jiang Baohai took a plate and peeled the apple.

She used a different knife that she didn't use for cutting vegetables, and she rinsed the apple three times before cutting it to make sure it didn't pick up any of the smell of vegetables from the kitchen.

After cutting the two apples, Jiang Baohai gestured for his mother and sister to eat some, and then took the rest to the hall and placed them on a wooden glass coffee table.

"Honey, have some apples."

Jiang Baohai naturally sat down next to Gao Qinghe, straightened her crooked collar, and used a toothpick to fork a piece of peeled apple to her mouth.

"Thank you, honey! The apple you peeled is so sweet!"

Gao Qinghe, her eyes fixed on the television, opened her mouth and took a bite of the apple, offering a seemingly sincere but actually perfunctory compliment.

The old married couple knew each other well, but Jiang Baohai was completely swayed by her charms. He didn't show it on his face, but he was secretly thrilled.

Gao Qinghe ate more than half of it and then couldn't eat anymore. He was told to eat a few bites himself, otherwise it would oxidize if left for too long.

I finished watching two episodes of a TV series, and it was already 10 p.m.

Jiang Baohai told Gao Qinghe to go back to her room first, and he came in a while later.

She was holding a red gift book and a floral cloth bag.

Lock the door to the room and throw the cloth bag on the dressing table.

Gao Qinghe was applying face cream when she turned around and glanced at him in astonishment. "You've got some nerve!"

A confident man is different.

He smugly lifted her chin, "Count the money."

Gao Qinghe's expression brightened instantly, and after quickly wiping her face, she used the excess water in her hand to wipe his face as well, then grabbed her bag and jumped onto the bed. (End of Chapter)