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

Two beeping sounds came from outside the store.

Gao Qinghe came out from the inner room, smiled and waved to Mo Xiaohong, "I'm leaving."

Mo Xiaohong smiled and said, "Qinghe, take care."

Gao Qingmiao then came out, her face still flushed, her left ear particularly red, and she looked aggrieved.

Mo Xiaohong looked at this and then at that, her intuition telling her that something must have just happened in the room.

Unfortunately, Gao Qingmiao had already walked out, not giving her a chance to ask.

Moreover, upon seeing her approach, he immediately quickened his pace, acting as if he were avoiding her like the plague.

Mo Xiaohong stood in front of the dressing mirror and looked at herself. Was she scary?

Inside the car, Jiang Baohai asked curiously, "Did Miaomiao's shop hire a salesperson?"

Gao Qinghe nodded. "He hasn't been here long. His name is Mo Xiaohong. He was her classmate in junior high school."

Jiang Baohai keenly sensed that this seemingly simple and ordinary introduction contained something extraordinary, and smiled, saying:
"It's easy to communicate with people the same age. Miaomiao knows what she's doing, so don't worry about it."

Gao Qinghe noticed a thick cardboard box on the back seat and asked, "What's that?"

Jiang Baohai mysteriously said, "Photographs."

"You've already washed all the photos from your wedding day?" Gao Qinghe asked in surprise.

Jiang Baohai nodded. They didn't have time to go to a photo studio to take wedding photos at the time, but they hired a photographer to take pictures of them along the way. The results looked much more interesting than standing still in wedding photos.

"It's so thick, how many sheets did you wash?" Gao Qinghe asked curiously.

Jiang Baohai shrugged. "I've washed them all, about a hundred. Some are duplicates. When you get back, pick them out and get a copy for your parents. It'll be nice to keep them as a souvenir."

Gao Qinghe also felt that these documentary photos were more meaningful as commemorative photos than wedding photos.

Since she had worn all kinds of wedding dresses in her past life, she had no intention of taking wedding photos again.

"it is finally over."

Gao Qinghe relaxed and leaned back in her chair, looking at the sharply defined profile of the man beside her, and said with a hint of pride:

"Huang Yanqiu and I both got our driver's licenses. Aren't we amazing?"

Jiang Baohai was surprised: "So fast?"

He had gotten used to picking her up every evening and taking her home together.

Now that he has his driver's license, does that mean he will have to walk this path home by himself from now on?
Jiang Baohai felt a little melancholy, but mostly he was happy for her.

Before the car had even left the city, Jiang Baohai stopped and asked with great interest, "Congratulations to you two wonderful ladies! How about we go back and buy a cake to celebrate?"

Gao Qinghe slapped him lightly and urged, "Hurry up, let's go home for dinner."

Forget about cakes, don't you even know what time it is?

Did you think it would be thirty years later, and that people would stay open until 10 p.m.?

Jiang Baohai felt that his good intentions had been taken for granted, muttered "heartless bastard" under his breath, and restarted the car to go home.

After dinner, Gao Qinghe poured all the photos from the box onto the sofa, sat cross-legged, and sorted through them while looking at them.

Many of the scenes are taken before Jiang Baohai sets off to pick up his bride.

There are scenes of Jiang's mother, Jiang Yu, putting up the "double happiness" character in the room; scenes of villagers joining in the fun and laughing; and scenes of young men in the convoy carrying out their grand wedding preparations.

Gao Qinghe watched and laughed. Jiang Baohai, intrigued, squeezed next to his wife and put his arm around her to see what she was laughing about.

Hey, it's just a bunch of brothers making a fool of themselves.

Jiang Baohai didn't really think it was anything special at the time. After all, what kind of big scenes hadn't a man of his age seen?
But looking back now, recalling the details, I find it quite interesting.

After Jiang's mother finished her work, she sat down, and Gao Qinghe sent over the photos she had seen.

Jiang's mother praised other people's photos, but when she saw her own and Jiang Yu's, she shook her head and said with a wry smile:
"That photographer is really something. He didn't even tell us before taking the picture. Look at how Xiaoyu and I are, our faces are all crooked, and we weren't even posing properly."

Jiang Baohai glanced at his wife, Gao Qinghe's eyes asking in return, "Why are you looking at me if your mother is not satisfied?"
Jiang Baohai opened his mouth and silently uttered a few words: You're all the same. Gao Qinghe pinched the soft flesh on his waist in annoyance.

Who's the same?

He always likes to secretly take pictures of her with his phone, making her, a beautiful woman, look weird and strange. Not a single one of them is good-looking, and he still has the nerve to say that!

Gao Qinghe had a strong grip, and Jiang Baohai, whose soft flesh was being manipulated, dared not act recklessly again, and whispered in her ear for mercy.

Gao Qinghe snorted and then let him go.

The duplicate photos were separated into a pile, put in an envelope, and I'll have my younger brother give them to our parents when we go to the city, as a keepsake.

"By the way, Miaomiao also rented a camera and took a lot of pictures back then. I wonder if they've been developed yet."

The photographer Jiang Baohai hired didn't take many formal photos; he was more focused on documenting the event.

It was different for her younger brother. Gao Qinghe remembers that the whole family even took a proper family photo back then.

Jiang Baohai pulled out a photo frame from somewhere and specially selected a photo of the couple alone to put in it.

“I put it on my bedside table and look at it every day.” He was quite proud of himself.

Gao Qinghe found it funny; she really thought of herself as a young person, enjoying her first marriage.

Isn't that something new?
Jiang Baohai dares to say that there is no other couple in the world who can successfully rekindle their relationship!

"I always felt like I was dreaming, but seeing you made it feel real."

Late at night, the couple lay in bed afterward, Jiang Baohai holding her tightly and whispering:
Sometimes I'm really afraid this is all a dream, and then I'll wake up.

"You're still touched, aren't you?" Gao Qinghe teased.

Jiang Baohai gave her a heavy kiss on her chattering little mouth, sounding annoyed.

He felt she was poisonous, and extremely poisonous at that.

Otherwise, why would he be so unable to stop after just one touch?

Sensing danger, Gao Qinghe quickly pulled the blanket over herself and turned her back to him, saying, "I'm sleepy!"

Jiang Baohai gave a dangerous smile and pulled the person back, blanket and all.

The force was so great that Gao Qinghe was thrown into the air, her back slamming into the hard, hot chest with a "thud," almost making her cry out.

He pulled her into his arms and pecked her seven or eight times like a chick pecking at rice.

I initially thought I'd just satisfy my craving and then let her go, but I found myself increasingly unable to control myself.

He squinted, his forehead beaded with sweat, and questioned her, "Tell me, did you secretly drug me?"

Gao Qinghe laughed in exasperation, "Don't make excuses for your indulgence. Let me go, I'm so sleepy."

I don't know where this man gets so much energy.

He's busy all day at the mine, barely touching the ground, and when he gets back he still manages to nag her several times.

"are you human?"

To him, her question sounded like a coquettish pout and a pouty whine.

"No," the man said in a hoarse voice, his nose brushing against her warm, throbbing neck. "I'm your dog."

Seeing her eyes widen in disbelief, his ears turned red, and he raised his large hand to cover her eyes, otherwise he would feel like a beast who couldn't control his physical desires.

"Baby, just once, just one more time."

He coaxed her while making his move. He would agree to anything else, but there was no room for negotiation on the matter of eating her.

Gao Qinghe kicked and hit him, but it was no use at all; instead, it only fueled his ferocity.

As dawn broke, the oppressive heat in the room finally dissipated with the cool morning breeze. (End of Chapter)