The next morning.

Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing were still fast asleep.

"Ningzhi, get up, get up!" Liang Wenhua shouted in the yard, "The sun's already high in the sky, and you're still sleeping? Aren't you ashamed!"

Ji Yanjun opened his eyes with a frown.

Wen Qing had already sat up.

"Qingqing." Ji Yanjun reached out and put his arm around her slender waist.

Wen Qing immediately stiffened.

"What's wrong?" Ji Yanjun asked.

Wen Qing said, "You startled me."

Ji Yanjun laughed, wrapped his arms around her waist, and with a slight pull, dragged her back onto the bed, instantly pinning her down beneath him, and then biting her lips and kissing her.

"Yanjun!" Wen Qing pushed, but Ji Yanjun was muscular and tall, and Wen Qing couldn't move him at all.

The more Wen Qing pushed him away, the more excited Ji Yanjun became. He pressed down on Wen Qing, licking and biting her face and neck, lingering over her nipples. Wen Qing was momentarily distracted, and Ji Yanjun quickly pulled off her homemade underwear.

Wen Qing suddenly felt a chill beneath her: "Ji Yanjun!"

Ji Yanjun placed one hand on the inside of her thigh and stroked upwards.

"Stop, stop in broad daylight!" Wen Qing couldn't push him away, and Ji Yanjun took advantage of the situation. Wen Qing shouted angrily, "Ji Yanjun, you're a fucking scoundrel!" Hearing this, Ji Yanjun was stunned and looked up at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing also paused.

Ji Yanjun, you're a fucking bastard, a scoundrel! These were the words Wen Qing had used to curse him in his previous life, with the exact same tone and rhythm.

“Qingqing…” Ji Yanjun looked at Wen Qing, wanting to ask her if she had remembered something.

"Ningzhi! Ningzhi!" Liang Wenhua shouted again in the courtyard.

Wen Qing and Ji Yan looked at each other.

"Get up," Wen Qing said.

Seeing that Wen Qing's expression was normal, Ji Yanjun leaned over and kissed Wen Qing's face again before sitting up.

While Wen Qing was in a daze, Ji Yanjun had already taken her underwear and made her put it on.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Before Wen Qing could finish speaking, Ji Yanjun had already grabbed Wen Qing's fair, delicate foot and pulled on her underwear. "I'm dressing you."

"I can do it myself, I can do it myself." Wen Qing quickly pulled her foot away, immediately tucked her legs in, hugged her knees, and backed away.

Ji Yanjun chuckled at her adorable appearance, then picked up her pink bra and asked, "Did you make this yourself?"

Wen Qing grabbed her and said, "Hurry up and get dressed, your mother is calling you."

Wen Qing said "your mother".

Ji Yanjun didn't mind. Seeing that she was really shy, he got off the bed, wearing shorts that revealed his long, strong legs and well-proportioned, powerful back. He walked slowly to the closet, found some clothes, and put them on in front of Wen Qing. Wen Qing didn't look at him but quickly dressed herself.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!" Liang Wenhua called out again.

Ji Yanjun frowned.

After washing up, Wen Qing followed Ji Yanjun out the door. As soon as they entered the main room, Ji Yousheng greeted them: "Yanjun, Wen Qing, you're up? Come on, sit down and eat."

“Yes, Dad.” Wen Qing called out to Ji Yousheng, “Dad.”

Ji Yousheng smiled.

Ji Yanjun's lips curled up as he listened.

Ji Ningzhi walked in carrying a basket of steamed buns and a pair of chopsticks, placing them heavily on the dining table with an angry expression.

"Ning Zhi, what are you doing!" Ji Yousheng scolded softly.

"Do whatever you want!" Ji Ningzhi said unhappily, then plopped down on the stool.

“Get up, no one in the family has sat down yet,” Ji Yousheng said. “It’s not your turn to sit.”

Ji Ningzhi remained seated and motionless.

Wen Qing remained silent.

Ji Yanjun looked displeased.

At this moment, Liang Wenhua brought in several dishes, walked in with an icy face, placed them heavily on the table, plopped down on a stool, and picked up her chopsticks to eat.

Ji Yousheng awkwardly invited Wen Qing: "Let's eat, let's eat, you two should eat too, sit down."

By the time Ji Yanjun and Wen Qing sat down, Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi had already started eating.

Ji Yousheng greeted Wen Qing.

Ji Yanjun picked up the chopsticks, first handing one pair to Ji Yousheng, then to Wen Qing, only to find that he had no chopsticks left. Not only that, but there were only four bowls of porridge that had been served.

It's obvious that there's one person's bowl and chopsticks missing.

Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun.

Ji Yanjun looked angry.

Ji Yousheng, ever observant, said, "Oh dear, I forgot. We're so happy to have an extra person in our family that I completely forgot." Ji Yousheng immediately handed the chopsticks in his hand to Ji Yanjun and said, "Yanjun, here you go. I'll go to the kitchen and get another portion."

Ji Yanjun didn't take it, but stood up and said, "Dad, you eat first, I'll go get it." Then Ji Yanjun went into the kitchen, took chopsticks and a bowl, and found a radish. He cut it into thin shreds, blanched it briefly with boiling water, drained the water, mixed it with a little salt and sesame oil, put it on a plate, and brought it to the main room. He then sat down at the table again.

"Let's eat, let's eat," Ji Yousheng said.

Ji Yanjun placed the shredded radish in front of Wen Qing and said, "Have some of my porridge and this to tide you over. I'll cook you something delicious when we get back to Nanzhou at noon."

A plate of thin, long shredded radish, light and fragrant, was made with care. Wen Qing loves potatoes and radishes, especially this kind of simple shredded radish; she loved it in her past life and the life before that.

Wen Qing was momentarily lost in thought; it turned out he remembered everything.

"Don't you like it anymore?" Ji Yanjun asked gently.

"No, no, I like it very much." Wen Qing smiled.

Ji Yanjun smiled too.

Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi were unhappy.

“Brother, I’ll eat shredded radish too,” Ji Ningzhi said directly. She couldn’t stand seeing Ji Yanjun being so nice to Wen Qing.

Ji Yanjun pretended not to hear and continued eating his meal.

"Brother! Brother!" Ji Ningzhi called out, "Brother, can you hear me?"

Ji Yanjun kept his head down and ate his food. Only when Wen Qing had eaten more than half of the shredded radish and didn't want to eat anymore did Ji Yanjun bring the plate to Ji Ningzhi: "Eat up."

He only brought it over when Wen Qing couldn't finish eating.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Ji Ningzhi asked unhappily.

Liang Wenhua also asked, "Yanjun, what do you mean by this? Wen Qing couldn't finish it, so she thought of giving it to your sister. Ning Zhi is your own sister." Liang Wenhua's words were extremely unpleasant, despite Wen Qing's presence.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Ji Yanjun asked expressionlessly.

Ji Ningzhi remained silent.

"Then I'll eat it." Ji Yanjun took the plate, poured all the leftover shredded radish from Wen Qing into his own bowl, and ate it with porridge in a few bites.

Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi were both angry and annoyed, yet helpless.

Ji Yousheng acted as a peacemaker, trying to persuade this person and that person, and it did have some effect after all.

After the meal, Wen Qing helped clear the table. Ji Yanjun pulled Wen Qing aside and whispered, "Qingqing, go to your room and pack your luggage. We're going to Nanzhou in a little while, okay?"

Wen Qing nodded: "Okay."

Before Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Ji Ningzhi could react, Ji Yanjun said, "Dad, Mom, come to your room in a bit, I have something to tell you." Then he patted Wen Qing on the shoulder and told her to go into the new room to pack her luggage.

Wen Qing nodded and went to the new house.

Ji Yanjun cleared the table himself, took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, and then returned to the main room. He then went into Ji Yousheng and Liang Wenhua's room with Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Ji Ningzhi.

Wen Qing was already in the new house. She looked around and found the bridal chamber to be very clean and empty. Apart from the bed and cabinets, there were no other items in the room. Ji Yanjun's clothes and such had already been moved to the new house in Nanzhou by himself. There was no place in the room that needed to be tidied up. She understood that Ji Yanjun had deliberately sent her away to talk to Ji Yousheng and Liang Wenhua, probably about the division of the family property.

Wen Qing stood there for a while, then dragged out her dowry trunk and began to tidy it up symbolically.

Meanwhile, inside Ji Yousheng and Liang Wenhua's room, Liang Wenhua was shouting and yelling, pointing at the door, "Dividing the family property? Was it Wen Qing? Was it Wen Qing who whispered in your ear? Did she make you divide the family property? I knew she looked seductive, and her heart wasn't pure either. She's only just married into the family, and she's already thinking like this. I won't let her get away with this!" With that, Liang Wenhua was about to rush out of the room to confront Wen Qing.

"Mom," Ji Yanjun said, "Have you made enough of a scene?"

"What did I do wrong? I raised my son for over twenty years, and he gave him to another woman in one night. What did I do wrong?" Ji Yanke used to be very obedient, but in the last month or two, he has become a completely different person. He protects Wen Qing in every way and no longer listens to her. Liang Wenhua started crying as she spoke.

"Wenhua, Wenhua, don't cry..."

"Mom, Mom, don't cry..."

Ji Yousheng and Ji Ningzhi tried to persuade them from the side.

Ji Yanjun remained silent, took out a cigarette and matches from his pocket, lit them, and slowly smoked for a while before speaking: "Mom, if things continue like this, how can we live together?"

Ji Yanjun's voice wasn't loud, but it suddenly silenced the room.

Ji Yanjun continued, "Mom, if Uncle Wen Qing hadn't saved me, you wouldn't be crying about your own 'grievances,' but about your son's life."

Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Ji Ningzhi were taken aback.

Ji Yanjun continued, "Leaving aside gratitude, just looking at Wen Qing herself, Mom, have I not told you before? I truly love Wen Qing, and I want to live a good life with her. I don't want to cause any trouble."

Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Ji Ningzhi stared straight at Ji Yanjun.

Ji Yanjun stubbed out his cigarette on the ground: "You always look down on Wen Qing for being from the countryside. Dad, Mom, let me ask you, weren't Grandpa and Grandma from the countryside? Everything we eat, wear, and use comes from rural people. Where does our sense of superiority come from?"

Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi remained silent.

“I don’t expect to convince you with just a few words, but I want to tell you not to judge Wen Qing with petty minds. The reason she tolerates your unreasonable behavior without retaliating is because she truly cares for your son!” As Ji Yanjun said this, he recalled how Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi deliberately took one less set of chopsticks and bowls during the meal. He had a hint of anger on his face, but he didn’t say anything. After all, they were his parents, and he wouldn’t treat them like he would treat outsiders.

No one can choose their parents.

"Yanjun, so you'll all be living in Nanzhou from now on?" Ji Yousheng asked.

“I will come back to see you during holidays. I will not take anything from the house; it all belongs to you,” Ji Yanjun said. “Also, you can use the money in Mom’s savings account. Wenqing and I can continue to earn money. This is how the family is divided. In the future, Wenqing and I will come back to see you often.”

Ji Yanjun stood up.

Ji Yousheng hurriedly called out, "Yanjun, Yanjun..."

"Dad, I'm leaving." Ji Yanjun said and went out the door.

Liang Wenhua covered her face and started crying.

Ji Ningzhi was stunned. She knew that in Wangcheng County, under normal circumstances, unless the son and daughter-in-law were too wicked, the parents were unwilling to separate from their son. After all, no one wanted to contribute money twice. After all, they could still rely on their son and grandson when they got old, and the mother-in-law could still order the daughter-in-law around. Once the family separated, although the son and daughter-in-law were still the same, there would be a big difference, and all the obvious benefits would be gone.

Ji Yousheng sighed.

Ji Yanjun walked through the main room and into the bridal chamber. Wen Qing was sitting on the bed reading a book, looking serene and beautiful. It seemed that his footsteps had disturbed her, because she looked up and smiled.

"Are you all packed?" Ji Yanjun asked.

Wen Qing nodded: "Alright."

“Then let’s go home,” Ji Yanjun said.

go home?

Go home, go home, Wen Qing murmured the word over and over in her heart. A long-lost longing had been fulfilled, and besides joy, there was also a slight sadness.

“Our home.” Ji Yanjun smiled, carrying Wen Qing’s suitcase in one hand and holding Wen Qing’s hand in the other. “Let’s go.”

"Mm," Wen Qing replied.

As soon as Wen Qing entered the main room, she heard crying coming from Ji Yousheng and Liang Wenhua's room. She looked at Ji Yanjun.

Ji Yanjun remained silent.

Wen Qing didn't try to persuade Ji Yanjun to be filial. She wasn't that kind-hearted. She knew Liang Wenhua too well. Despite her current heartbroken crying, she might blame Liang Wenhua again later. She was practically an unkillable cockroach. She also knew Ji Yanjun well. He was very responsible and would never abandon Ji Yousheng and Liang Wenhua. He just wasn't as blindly filial as before.

"Yanjun, you and Wenqing should come back to stay at home often from now on," Ji Yousheng said.

Ji Yanjun replied, "Okay, I understand."

"Okay, Dad," Wen Qing said.

Ji Yousheng forced a smile and said, "Be careful on the road."

"good."

Ji Yanjun pulled Wen Qing out of the Ji family courtyard, put the suitcase and other items in the trunk, then opened the passenger door for Wen Qing, helped her into the car, closed the door, and then walked around to the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove towards Nanzhou City.

About half an hour later, the two arrived at Nanyuan Residential Area in Nanzhou City. Nanyuan Residential Area was considered a high-end residential area in Nanzhou City at that time, and it was quite good in all aspects.

Wen Qing had visited several times before, but this time it was completely different. It had probably been renovated, and the already large house appeared even brighter and more spacious. There was a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, a bedroom, a guest room, a study, and a special workroom prepared for Wen Qing, with a brand-new sewing machine in it.

"A sewing machine?" Wen Qing exclaimed in surprise.

"right."

"A gift for me?"

"Hmm." Ji Yanjun nodded, looking at Wen Qing with a flirtatious gaze, and smiled, "Aren't you going to hug me?"

Wen Qing smiled and stepped forward. She had just reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck when he pressed her against the door and kissed her fiercely. While kissing her, he was extremely indecent. His large hands went under her clothes and climbed up, then pushed up her bra and grabbed her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"It hurts," Wen Qing cried out.

Ji Yanjun immediately let go, leaning on Wen Qing's shoulder and panting heavily. His breathing became rough again, and he couldn't hold it in any longer, so he leaned on Wen Qing and started to unbuckle his belt.

Upon hearing the crisp metallic sound, Wen Qing, taking advantage of Ji Yanjun's inattention, quickly pushed him away and said, "I need to register at school tomorrow and move my books. You can't do anything reckless!"

"I'll help you report it, I'll help you move it!" Ji Yanjun had already unbuckled his belt, but Wen Qing had already hidden in the bathroom.

Ji Yanjun: "..."

Wen Qing didn't come out of the bathroom until Ji Yanjun's anger subsided.

Ji Yanjun recovered and began preparing lunch.

Wen Qing went into the sewing machine room and started making clothes whenever she had free time. Compared to Feng Qing's bumpy road to success in her previous life, Wen Qing had her own plans in this life, and she was confident that she could make Feng Qing grow stronger.

Before she could finish making the half-finished clothes, Ji Yanjun stood at the door and called out, "Wife, dinner is ready."

Wen Qing looked up at Ji Yanjun.

"Dinner's ready, wife," Ji Yanjun called out without any shame.

Wen Qing couldn't help but smile, then stood up. Ji Yanjun came over, took her hand, and they ate lunch together. After lunch, he took her downstairs for a walk, then held her while she took a nap. After waking up, she drank some warm water before she could work. After work, she ate dinner, then took a walk before going to sleep.

Ji Yanjun paid special attention to Wen Qing's diet and daily routine, without the slightest negligence, for fear that something might happen to her health. That night, because Wen Qing had to start school the next day, he did not consummate the marriage as he had hoped.

The next morning, Ji Yanjun dropped Wen Qing off at the entrance of Nanzhou No. 1 Middle School.

"Go back now," Wen Qing said.

"I'll go with you."

"I won't let you go, your classmates will see."

“Your classmate has been married and had children before. I’m your man, what’s wrong with me helping you move your books?” Ji Yanjun said seriously.

Wen Qing insisted, "I can manage on my own, you should go back."

Ji Yanjun had no choice but to say, "I'll pick you up at noon."

"Okay." Wen Qing nodded and then walked into the school. Ji Yanjun stood at the school gate and watched until Wen Qing was out of sight before he went to work.

After Wen Qing registered and received her books, she had just left the school when she looked up and saw Ji Yanjun.

Ji Yanjun immediately stepped forward and took the book.

Wen Qing said, "Ning Zhi and I are in the same class."

"One class is fine," Ji Yanjun said, not minding at all. He took her hand and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Wen Qing said, "I think I've gained weight." Indeed, the baby fat on her face was quite obvious.

"No, you look great like this." In the past month or two, Ji Yanjun has sent countless bowls of flour, rice, and vegetables to Wen Qing's family. He also cooks nutritious meals for Wen Qing from time to time and makes her go to bed early and get up early every day. He is very strict with her, so it's no wonder she's gained weight.

After Wen Qing returned to her new home in Nanyuan Community with Ji Yanjun, Ji Yanjun asked her about her school life while cooking. Before that, he had specially made millet porridge for Wen Qing so that she could have something to eat and soothe her stomach.

So at this moment, Wen Qing was eating rice porridge while flipping through a book, occasionally answering a few questions.

"Is your homeroom teacher still that female teacher surnamed Zhao?" Ji Yanjun asked.

"Yes, she's so good to me," Wen Qing said with a smile. "And she's really amazing. I heard she taught a senior high school class before, and the most college students came from her class."

“You should study hard too, and try to get into university later,” Ji Yanjun said.

"Yes, I'm definitely going to take the college entrance exam," Wen Qing said.

Ji Yanjun peeked at her from the kitchen, smiled, and continued cooking. After a while, Ji Yanjun asked again, "Qingqing, you're starting classes tomorrow, right?"

"Um."

"Give us a copy of your class schedule later."

"I'll copy the timetable for you once it's posted," Wen Qing replied, her eyes glued to the book. Suddenly, she choked on her rice porridge and coughed. The cough had barely subsided when...

Ji Yanjun suddenly rushed out of the kitchen, startling Wen Qing.

Then Ji Yanjun was even more frightened than her. His face was deathly pale as he pulled her hand over to examine it. Although he didn't see any blood or anything like that, the panic and fear on Ji Yanjun's face did not diminish in the slightest. Looking at Wen Qing, his voice trembled: "Qingqing, what's wrong? Where does it hurt? Does it hurt? Huh?"

Wen Qing stared blankly at Ji Yanjun. She had only coughed once, yet Ji Yanjun reacted so strongly.

"Come on, let's go to the hospital now." Ji Yanjun said, standing up and pulling Wen Qing to go to the hospital to see a doctor.

Wen Qing remained seated on the stool, holding his hand and gazing at him intently, saying, "Yanjun, I will never get stomach cancer in my life."

I will never get stomach cancer in my life...

Ji Yanjun trembled, slowly turned around, and looked down at Wen Qing, whose face was raised: "You, you, what did you say?"

“I said, I will never get stomach cancer in my life,” Wen Qing said.

Ji Yanjun stared unblinkingly at Wen Qing. In Wen Qing's eyes, he saw calmness, rationality, and the familiar affection he had longed for. This was his real Qingqing, his Qingqing. Ji Yanjun slowly knelt down beside Wen Qing's legs, took her hands in his, and placed them on her knees. His voice choked with emotion as he said, "Qingqing, you're back. You're finally back..."

"Yes, Yanjun, I'm back," Wen Qing replied.

"You're back." Ji Yanjun held Wen Qing's hands tightly, kissed her fingertips, and tears streamed down her slender fingers uncontrollably. Soon after, Ji Yanjun's shoulders trembled slightly, and he let out a sob.