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

The siblings were excitedly envisioning the future when customers arrived at the shop.

Gao Qinghe gestured to her younger brother to attend to the guests and not to worry about her.

She planned to go and take a look at her own storefront next door.

The tenants on the ground floor sell alcohol, candy, and daily necessities, and usually cater to students.

Now that people's lives are better, weddings and funerals are all about extravagance, making the liquor wholesale business the most profitable.

The tenant was busy, so Gao Qinghe went upstairs to check the room first.

She had previously asked her younger brother to help find someone to clean out all the clutter and trash from the room, and now there is only a single bed and a desk in the four rooms upstairs.

Before the summer vacation started, the house hadn't been cleaned up, and Gao Qinghe hadn't posted any rental information yet.

I checked the doors and windows of the four rooms. Although they were a bit old, they weren't old enough to need replacing.

Gao Qinghe locked the door and went downstairs with the key.

As soon as the previous group of guests left, Gao Qinghe took the opportunity to talk to the tenant about the rental situation of her upstairs apartment and asked him to help promote it, promising to give him a commission in return.

The tenant readily agreed, saying, "It's nothing, landlord, you're too kind."

Gao Qinghe asked him for a piece of discarded cardboard, wrote the rental information on it, asked Gao Qingmiao for a nail, and nailed the cardboard to the stairwell entrance.

This way, when someone passes by, they'll know there are rooms for rent on the second floor.

After finishing my business, it was time for dinner.

Gao Qingmiao now lives upstairs in the shop, and usually stays open until around eight o'clock before closing.

Anyway, he's not in a hurry to close up shop. If he keeps the shop open a little longer, he might be able to make one or two more sales when he goes for a walk after dinner.

The pedestrian street is full of small restaurants, and students from well-off families often go out to eat after class.

After get off work, factory workers in the county are too lazy to cook, so they come to small restaurants with their families for fast food and a treat.

Seeing that no one was in the shop, Gao Qingmiao asked the older sister who was sitting by the door reading a magazine:
"When will your brother-in-law arrive? Sis, are you hungry? Should I go get two meals and we can eat first?"

Gao Qinghe had eaten quite a bit in the afternoon and wasn't hungry yet, so she shook her head and said, "You go ahead and buy yours, I'm not hungry."

I glanced at my watch; it was almost 6:30.

"Your brother-in-law should be here soon."

Speak of the devil, and he appears; a red sedan drives up to the intersection.

Upon seeing this, Gao Qingmiao thought, "Great!" and quickly ran off to buy her own dinner while someone was helping watch the shop.

He used to live with his sister, so he had to cook.

Now that I'm living alone, I don't want to cook at all. Eating fast food outside is delicious and convenient.

Most importantly, cooking for yourself seems to cost about the same as eating out, so you don't save much money, and washing dishes wastes water.

Jiang Baohai's parking of his car on the side of the road attracts many curious glances.

Gao Qingmiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she ran back with her lunchbox, waving her hand, "Sister, you should go now."

Otherwise, the neighbors on the same street will come running over with all sorts of questions in no time.

Jiang Baohai got out of the car, patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder, and said, "You're pretty good, kid. This shop is actually quite decent."

"Brother-in-law." Gao Qingmiao smiled smugly and quickly handed the toilet paper and books her sister had bought to Jiang Baohai.

On the way back, Gao Qinghe asked, "Have you eaten?"

Jiang Baohai shook his head. "No, are you hungry? Something came up and I was delayed for a while. If I had known it would be so late, I would have had Miaomiao take you home first."

Gao Qinghe: It's okay, I'm not hungry yet. Your mom should have already made dinner, so we can eat when we get back.

In the countryside, people eat dinner later than in the city; it's normal for it to be on the table around 7 or 8 pm.

Jiang Baohai asked with concern, "How was your driving lesson today? Was the instructor strict?"

Gao Qinghe thought of Master He and shook her head, "He's alright, not fierce."

"Oh, by the way, I met an interesting younger brother today. He treated Huang Yanqiu and me to shaved ice." Gao Qinghe said in a relaxed tone.

Jiang Baohai glanced at her immediately, knowing that she couldn't possibly have any interest in his younger brother, but he still felt a little jealous.

"Which organization are you from? How old are you? What do you need a driver's license for?" Gao Qinghe glared at him. "Are you checking my household registration? We're meeting for the first time today, how would I know these things?"

The experience Gao Qinghe had accumulated over many years in her previous life told her that even if she knew, she couldn't tell him.

Otherwise, if someone starts making connections, it will never end.

As expected, Jiang Baohai didn't press further, only saying, "I'll pick you up from the driving school tomorrow?"

"No need, it's more convenient for me to ride my bike here, and I can go home whenever I want."

Speaking of this, I remember this morning, Gao Qinghe pinched his earlobe in a rather annoyed manner.

"If it weren't for you last night, I would have ridden my bike there and back by myself today, and I would have been home much earlier."

My earlobes feel so bouncy and soft!
Jiang Baohai's ears were very sensitive, and with her mentioning last night, he immediately became distracted.

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and reached the passenger seat with the other, pinching her fingers and touching her face—he was being quite mischievous.

Gao Qinghe grabbed the mischievous hand, gave a wicked smile, and put it in her pocket.

The sudden change in feel made Jiang Baohai pause for a moment before realizing what it was, and he gasped.

He glanced at her with surprise.

So proactive?

The car sped up and we arrived home in no time.

As expected, Jiang's mother had already prepared dinner, a fairly substantial meal of three dishes and a soup.

Jiang Baohai devoured two bowls of rice in no time, as if he were a starving ghost reincarnated.

He urged Gao Qinghe to eat quickly, his eyes deep and unfathomable. As soon as she got closer to him, Gao Qinghe immediately felt his unusually high body temperature and the strong hormonal aura that only mature men possess, which enveloped her in waves.

Enveloped by this aura, Gao Qinghe felt a surge of heat flowing through her lower body.

The couple's eyes met, and Gao Qinghe quickened her eating, showing a hint of anticipation.

She had originally planned to come back, have dinner, and then study the materials the driving school had given her for a while.

For now, let's put the documents and such aside for now.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the couple returned to their room.

As Jiang's mother cleared away the dishes, she glanced at the tightly closed master bedroom door, sighed deeply, and didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

We've been doing this for several nights in a row, is it really that new?
Jiang's mother was extremely worried, fearing that the two wouldn't be affectionate enough, but also that being too affectionate would harm their health.

Why can't this young man have a little self-control?
After thinking about it, I decided to go to the aquatic product factory in town tomorrow morning to buy a turtle, hoping it will help me make up for any deficiencies.

Downstairs in the staff dormitory of the No. 1 Middle School in the county town.

If Jiang Baohai and Gao Qinghe are two magnets that attract each other.

At that moment, Zhou Zhenghua and Ouyang Yan were like two repelling magnets.

Since Hao Huaping persuaded Ouyang Yan to come downstairs an hour ago, the couple have been standing at a distance in front of the flower bed.

You advance a little, I retreat a little.

If you come closer, I'll back away.

The two maintained a distance of more than three meters from each other at all times.

Zhou Zhenghua tried to speak several times, but his wife kept interrupting him with her evasive attitude.

Okay, if you don't want to talk, then I won't either. I'll just stand here and see how long you want to stand there.

This stop will last for an hour.

Ouyang Yan didn't leave either, stubbornly standing there.

Actually, she was waiting for him to take the initiative, but Zhou Zhenghua was the kind of person who would stop when she backed down.

Okay, you're giving up after only two withdrawals? Then let's all stay put and see who can't resist speaking up first.

She definitely wouldn't speak to him first! (End of Chapter)