Wen Jiaojiao suddenly realized what was happening, her whole body tensing up in shock, afraid that he would touch that barrier. She made an excuse:

"This is unhygienic and can easily lead to illness."

Wen Zhaoye assumed she wanted to get straight to the point. He took a deep breath and glanced at his aching lower abdomen.

"If you think that's unhygienic, am I supposed to keep it like that forever?"

As the rough, caressing sensation spread, Wen Jiaojiao's face flushed crimson, her tense body gradually softened into a pool of spring water, her resolute will crumbled, and she could no longer utter a complete sentence.

Wen Zhaoye kissed her lips, his eyes filled with tenderness as he watched her aroused expression.

A moment later, Wen Jiaojiao, her face flushed with embarrassment, turned her back to him. Wen Zhaoye gazed at her with amusement in his eyes, but her aching body made him dare not let him provoke him further.

Just bear with it a little longer, we'll get the stitches removed tomorrow, and then we'll take her to stay in the county town tonight.

Xu Cuifen opened her eyes before dawn, and patted Wen Xiaojian, who was snoring loudly beside her, saying:

"Old man, get up and add fuel to the fire. Zhaoye is working hard every day and it's taking a toll on his health. He needs to be properly nourished."

Wen Xiaojian groggily opened his eyes and said:

"Why bother? He can cook for himself if he's hungry. He's a grown man. Once he's back, you can rest."

Xu Cuifen usually held the same idea, but things were different now. Ever since she heard the news of their impending marriage, she was so eager to cook for him that she naturally complained:

"Can that work? Zhaoye is a man who makes big money and does great things. You're just sitting at home doing nothing, why don't you lend a hand to our son?"

I was hoping he could sleep in a bit longer and get some rest so he could give us a grandson.

Listening to her nagging, Wen Xiaojian had no choice but to stand up and say:

"Okay, okay."

Seeing the loud noise he made while using his cane, Xu Cuifen couldn't help but instruct him:

"Be quiet, don't disturb their sleep. It's rare for Zhaoye to still be awake at this hour; he must be exhausted from all this time."

In the past, when Wen Zhaoye woke up later than her because he hadn't earned money, he would call her a lazybones. He would also make a lot of noise and throw things around when doing housework, and then give her a hard time.

Later, seeing that he was making money, he learned to be sarcastic and insincere, and now his words and actions imply that he is biased towards Wen Zhaoye.

Wen Xiaojian chuckled and said:

"You'll have a lot of work to do in the future."

Xu Cuifen, washing her face, glared at him and said:

"What are you saying? Is Zhaoye your own son? What's wrong with helping your son a little? Shouldn't that be something to be happy about?"

A stiff look crossed Wen Xiaojian's face, then he smiled and said, "Hurry up and cook. I raised Zhaoye since he was a baby, how can I not feel sorry for him?"

Xu Cuifen didn't notice his unease, and she instructed:

"Go kill an old hen. I'll make some chicken noodle soup for Zhaoye and Jiaojiao later. We can just eat the leftover dumpling soup from last night."

Without hesitation, Wen Xiaojian stepped forward, leaning on his crutch. Although it took some effort, he finally managed to grab one of them.

Cut the neck to bleed it out, scald it with boiling water to remove the feathers, simmer it over firewood for half an hour, and a chicken is ready to serve in no time.

Xu Cuifen carried the two people's meals to the dining table in the main room and called out, "Get up and eat quickly. There's nothing to do today. Eat first and then go to sleep."

Wen Jiaojiao had been working from 7 a.m. for several days in a row. Yesterday, she had to rush to work, so she woke up at 6 a.m. Today, she slept until 8 a.m., and her energy level has improved significantly.

She slowly opened her eyes, gave an elegant yawn, and happened to see the man beside her looking at her with a slight smile in his eyes.

She frowned, puzzled, and asked, "Why are you smiling at me like that so early in the morning?"

"I just think our mom is pretty good. From now on, our lives will definitely be smooth and peaceful."

"Then, considering how she's taken care of you during this time, you should take good care of her in the future."

After speaking, Wen Jiaojiao got out of bed and went to the yard to wash up.

Wen Zhaoye followed closely behind, carrying a small basin. He was just about to pour water to wash the underwear in the basin.

Xu Cuifen walked out of the kitchen and saw a set of underwear and a pair of men's black boxer briefs in the basin. She reached out and snatched them, smiling as she said:

"Mom can take care of the washing. You just need to wash up and eat quickly. We're all family, it's nothing."

Recently in Yuncheng, whenever Wen Jiaojiao was with Wen Zhaoye, he would wash her clothes without her knowing. Most of the time, she would find out she had already hung them on the line herself.

She said shyly, "Mom, don't move, I'll wash everything now."

"Then Mom won't argue with you."

Xu Cuifen is now living in constant fear, worried that the wedding will fall through. She also feels that before the two of them get married...

Wen Jiaojiao should be encouraged to be more diligent, lest Wen Zhaoye become dissatisfied and abandon the marriage.

As for after marriage, no matter how lazy his daughter is, he can't return her.

After thinking it over, she decisively let go and grinned.

Wen Zhaoye insisted on washing her, saying, "You're my wife, I should be taking care of you. Don't just worry about me all the time."

Wen Jiaojiao was just thinking that he had helped her wash, so she should return the favor. She was speechless, afraid that he would say something shocking again. She went back to the main room and ate the fragrant and bright yellow shredded chicken noodles.

With nothing to do, Xu Cuifen flipped through the calendar and tentatively asked, "Zhaoye, how about getting engaged the day after tomorrow? I saw it says 'auspicious for marriage' on the calendar."

Wen Jiaojiao: "..."

Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly and said:

"Wouldn't tomorrow be a good day?"

Xu Cuifen was already eager for the engagement to happen tomorrow, but considering that the two had just returned and hadn't yet spoken to the chef about the ingredients, she was worried that the presentation wouldn't be presentable. However, upon hearing Wen Zhaoye speak up...

She couldn't wait to get engaged, so she didn't care about appearances anymore and happily said, "Okay, let's get engaged tomorrow."

"Okay, have them go to the Kuiyuan Pavilion Restaurant in the county town for dinner tomorrow."

After Wen Zhaoye finished speaking, he turned to Wen Jiaojiao and said:

“Jiaomei, I’m taking you to the county town today to buy some things. They don’t have anything you need there.”

It's perfect timing. He stays in the county town, and I stay in the countryside. Once the bodybuilding pants make a profit, I'll withdraw the money and run away, which will save this guy from plotting against me every day.

Wen Jiaojiao remembered the feeling of him pressing against her side hip last night, and she hurriedly got up and walked out, saying, "I'm not going."

Xu Cuifen smiled awkwardly, grabbed her arm, and whispered:

"You silly girl, your man is so busy, you should lend a hand. That's why he's so infatuated with you."

Her earnest words failed to move Wen Jiaojiao, who hurriedly explained:

"I'm not going, it's too tiring. I just want to be with you."

Xu Cuifen couldn't bear to see her daughter suffer, and her heart softened for a moment as she said:

“Okay, since your dad can walk now, I’ll go to the county town with you so I can cook and clean for you.”

Wen Jiaojiao: "..." Giving people no way out, not even a little bit.