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

The rain stopped after half an hour.

Gao Qinghe asked Huang Yanqiu to wait with her for a while, and then she would take Jiang Baohai back with her when he arrived.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiaopeng actually came looking for his wife.

"How did you know I was here?"

When Huang Yanqiu saw Zheng Xiaopeng covered in mud at the store entrance, her surprised expression resembled that of a startled pufferfish.

Zheng Xiaopeng was holding two umbrellas, one wet and the other dry and unopened.

He said, "I guessed you were here."

Today, Gao Qinghe was just accompanying Huang Yanqiu to the driving school to pick up her driver's license; Zheng Xiaopeng was keeping track of the time.

They guessed that the two should have already arrived in the city, so they came to see Gao Qingmiao first.

If you don't see them, then look along the road to the driving school.

Huang Yanqiu turned around and looked at Gao Qinghe in disbelief, as if she really didn't expect him to come and pick her up.

Gao Qinghe gave her an admiring look; it seemed the training had been very effective.

"Then I'll head back first," Huang Yanqiu said, regaining her composure.

Gao Qinghe waved her hand, signaling her to go home quickly.

Gao Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief that she was able to get her driver's license before her pregnancy made her too heavy to walk.

Next, there's the issue of the car.

Gao Qinghe plans to ask Jiang Baohai for help with this matter, as he has experience in this area.

Even if he didn't, Yan Hong works in freight transportation, so she must have some too.

With nothing else to do, Gao Qinghe returned to the shop to help greet customers.

The customer was hesitating between two outfits when Gao Qinghe helped her find matching sets. Upon seeing them, the customer decided to buy both.

The new shop assistant is named Mo Xiaohong. She is 1.58 meters tall, has a small frame, and looks very thin.

She has a slightly chubby face, delicate features, and bright, energetic eyes; she's a very approachable and pretty young woman.

She said she had just turned eighteen and hadn't seen her household registration booklet, so she didn't know if it was true or not.

Mo Xiaohong has been at the store for several days, and the customers are very satisfied with her.

The shop owner even praised her, saying she was born to sell clothes and learned everything quickly.

But today, seeing how Gao Qinghe handled customers with such ease, managing to get hesitant customers to place orders immediately with just a few words and a few laughs.

Only then did I realize that there are always stronger players out there.

After seeing the guests off, Mo Xiaohong immediately washed a golden autumn pear from the small kitchen in the back.

"Sister Qinghe, have a pear. I just bought it this morning, and it's especially sweet."

Their eagerness is practically screaming "I want to improve myself!"

Gao Qinghe smiled faintly, "I don't eat the skin."

Mo Xiaohong paused for only a moment before immediately saying, "I'll go peel it."

He went into the back room, and came out again two minutes later, holding a peeled pear in his hand.

I thought to myself, "This should be okay now."

Gao Qinghe smiled and shook her head, "You eat."

Mo Xiaohong looked embarrassed, unable to understand what she had done wrong.

Another customer entered the store. Gao Qinghe smiled at her and got up to greet the customer.

It was an old acquaintance who arrived, and he exclaimed with delight, "Boss Gao, it's rare to see you here! Long time no see, what have you been up to?"

Gao Qinghe casually brushed it off and took out the new styles for them to choose from.

Mo Xiaohong took a bite of the pear; it was crisp and sweet. Why didn't Sister Qinghe want it?

Is it because you find her annoying?

Gao Qingmiao has finally returned.

He entered the store whistling as he carried a bag of pop music cassette tapes.

"Xiao Hong, pour me a glass of water!"

He even started ordering him around.

Mo Xiaohong reminded, "Sister Qinghe is here."

The young man's smug expression instantly turned into docility. He glanced behind the clothes rack, met Gao Qinghe's gaze, and grinned, "Congratulations on getting your driver's license."

Gao Qinghe was busy attending to customers and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Gao Qingmiao frowned unhappily when she saw the pear in Mo Xiaohong's hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Are you just thinking about eating by yourself? Didn't you see my sister is here?"

Mo Xiaohong felt wronged. "I gave it to her, and it was all peeled. Sister Qinghe didn't want it, so I ate it because she told me to eat it myself."

The two spoke in hushed tones, hardly seeming like a boss and employee who had only known each other for a few days. Gao Qingmiao glanced at the pear in Mo Xiaohong's hand and understood.

"You just picked it up with your bare hands like that?"

Mo Xiaohong nodded. What's the problem?
Gao Qingmiao shook her head, "Forget it, see what I do."

Go into the back room, pick out the two that look the best, peel and pit them, cut them into small pieces and arrange them on a plate, then put toothpicks on them.

"Sister, have a pear." Gao Qingmiao greeted her with a smile.

Gao Qinghe gave the customers their change, escorted them to the door, and watched them walk away before returning.

Go to the back to wash your hands first, come back and dry them with a paper towel, then pick up a toothpick and eat.

Mo Xiaohong looked at Gao Qingmiao with admiration, indicating that she had learned something.

"Sister Qinghe, I see that you can match any two pieces of clothing so well. You're amazing!" Mo Xiaohong praised with genuine envy.

Gao Qingmiao chimed in, "That's nothing. My sister used to be a model. She picked out the whole outfit in that poster herself, from head to toe."

The shop still had photos that Gao Qingmiao had brought from the provincial capital, which she showed off to Mo Xiaohong.

"Look, she's just as good as a professional model. You should learn from my sister."

Mo Xiaohong was amazed and nodded repeatedly.

Gao Qinghe suddenly looked up and called out indifferently, "Gao Qingmiao."

The young man's smile froze on his face, his eyes darting around, and he suddenly felt as if he had been seen through.

Gao Qinghe carried the remaining half plate of pears into the back room, saying, "Come in here for a moment."

Mo Xiaohong looked at Gao Qingmiao with concern. Gao Qingmiao pointed to the door and gestured for her to keep an eye on the shop before following her inside.

When Gao Qingmiao saw her sister enter her bedroom and stop talking in the small hall, her heart skipped a beat.

He moved into the room, put down the cassette tape in his hand, and closed the door behind him.

With his hands folded in front of him and his head slightly lowered, he looked like he was waiting to be scolded.

Gao Qinghe shook her head. Wasn't this an admission of guilt?

Before she even asked, she already felt guilty, so it seems there really is a problem.

What is your relationship with Mo Xiaohong?

Gao Qingmiao suddenly looked up. "She was my classmate in junior high school."

Gao Qinghe: "Just classmates?"

Gao Qingmiao coughed twice tactically, glancing at the curtains, "She has a bit of a crush on me."

"Hmm?" Gao Qinghe raised her voice slightly.

Gao Qingmiao immediately added, "I also have a bit of a crush on her."

After that, a long silence fell over the bedroom.

All that could be heard was the soft crunching sound of Gao Qinghe eating a pear.

Gao Qingmiao felt that since she had already said it, she should steel herself and muster the courage to break the silence.

"Sis, I'm eighteen years old. It's normal to have feelings for pretty girls."

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath and put down the empty plate.

Gao Qingmiao immediately tore off a piece of toilet paper and handed it over.

"Where are we at?" Gao Qinghe took the paper and asked in a deep voice.

Gao Qingmiao looked pale. "It's just old classmates joking around. I haven't made up my mind yet. I just have a little bit of a crush on them."

Gao Qinghe is an experienced person; it's impossible for her to believe him.

I only had a slight liking for him, and he even had his shoes washed?

"Come closer."

Gao Qinghe beckoned, and Gao Qingmiao approached nervously, looking wary of her pinching her ear, which made Gao Qinghe even more annoyed.

Do you know how to have a romantic relationship?

Gao Qingmiao's ears turned red. "I know."

He doesn't even know this? Is he even a man?!

As long as Gao Qinghe doesn't smile, she exudes an aura of authority without needing to be angry.

At least in Gao Qingmiao's eyes, her older sister's lack of smiles was more terrifying than a double beating from her parents.

"I won't interfere with your dating life, but if you dare to get someone pregnant, Gao Qingmiao, you'll be removed from the Gao family genealogy. I, Gao Qinghe, don't have such an irresponsible and trashy younger brother!"

Since they've already put their ears so close, they might as well twist them.

Gao Qinghe pinched her hard, causing Gao Qingmiao's face to turn bright red instantly. She didn't dare to cry out, afraid that the people outside would hear.

That would be incredibly embarrassing.

Gao Qinghe showed no mercy. The pain was good; only by remembering the pain could she remember her words! (End of Chapter)