Around noon, Wen Zhaoye brought Wen Jiaojiao to the newly opened department store in the county town.

Seeing that she wasn't in a good mood, he carefully selected her personal items, asking for her opinion on each one.

When he asked again, Wen Jiaojiao replied listlessly, "Why buy so much? It's inconvenient to carry around."

Wen Zhaoye paid the money, picked up a bag, and said:

“There’s nothing you need in the house here, so I’m planning to sleep here tonight. That way, we won’t have to make another trip to the county town with them tomorrow.”

Wen Jiaojiao: "..." This kid got hard last night, do you think he'll let me go tonight when there's no one else in the house?

Seeing the stunned look in her eyes, Wen Zhaoye didn't think much of it. He took her hand and smiled gently.

"Wife, come on, I'll take you to see our home."

Wen Jiaojiao followed, but refused to speak:

"I don't want to stay here tonight."

"Why?"

"homesick."

"It's just for one night. If you miss home, you can bring your parents over after the engagement."

"I'm not a big fan of sleeping in unfamiliar beds."

Although Wen Zhaoye didn't understand what she was planning, he exposed her, saying, "Come on, you slept just as well in the hotel."

Wen Jiaojiao had no choice but to obediently follow him across the street. Suddenly, a stylish three-story detached house appeared before them.

She stood at the doorway in surprise and asked, "Is this your house in the city?"

"Um."

"I thought we were living in a tenement building."

“I bought another place while I was getting my ID, thinking…” After we get married and have children, a bigger place with a yard would be more fun.

Wen Zhaoye tried his best to think positively about everything, even considering all aspects of the child's future, but in the end, he couldn't help but arrange the rest of his life according to Wen Jiaojiao's wishes.

He stopped mid-sentence, as if remembering something, and lowered his gaze slightly, changing his words:

"I did live in a tenement building before."

Wen Jiaojiao couldn't understand his sudden dejection. As the iron gate slowly opened, she walked in and casually remarked:

"This yard is quite big."

Wen Zhaoye couldn't muster any enthusiasm:

"Um."

Inside the living room, the sofas and other furniture were covered in white cloth, which was covered in dust.

“This place hasn’t been cleaned, so it’s uninhabitable…” Wen Jiaojiao’s words were cut short when her gaze was suddenly drawn to a basket of children’s toys behind the sofa.

Wen Zhaoye followed her gaze and explained:

"This should have been left by the previous family. They were going abroad at the time, and although they had never lived in the house, they brought their children with them when they signed the papers."

Wen Jiaojiao frowned and looked at him, saying, "Is it just signing a document and bringing a basket of toys? And they're all still unopened?"

Wen Zhaoye walked up to her, somewhat awkwardly, and said:

"I bought them beforehand, thinking that if we get married, we'll definitely have children, and considering that possibility, I couldn't resist buying some in advance."

However, I regretted it immediately after buying it. I felt crazy for thinking about this before anything was even happening.

No one knew how much Wen Zhaoye wanted to be with her, to the point that he thought about their future life together.

Even with many uncertainties, he kept fantasizing about a positive outcome.

Wen Jiaojiao suddenly thought of a subtle way to make him dislike her.

She felt that as long as she intensified his desire for children, and then made up her mind not to have them, she could definitely extricate herself from the situation.

After all, in this day and age, few men don't favor sons over daughters, let alone not want children.

After careful consideration, she advised him firmly:

"If you like children, then you must have them. Don't compromise yourself. A man's whole life is about carrying on the family line, isn't it?"

Think about what you're working so hard to earn money for? You can't expect your wealth and house to be taken by your relatives' kids after you die.

Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly, then pondered for a moment, before saying with a hint of delight in his voice:

"Wife, are you regretting it and want to have a child with me?"

"..." Wen Jiaojiao was speechless. She twitched her lips and said, "No, it's just that I suddenly...feel a bit sentimental."

Wen Zhaoye's pleased expression faded slightly, but he immediately took her slender hand in his and said good-naturedly:

"Then let's not say it next time, otherwise if I misunderstand and you accidentally get pregnant, I definitely won't want you to have an abortion."

But I know you have a strong personality, and you probably wouldn't like the baby if it were born, and our relationship might fall apart.

Seeing that her plan was hopeless, Wen Jiaojiao raised her hand to wipe her forehead and said, "Don't worry, I definitely won't say it next time."

Wen Zhaoye: "Mm."

"What should we do with all these toys?"

Wen Zhaoye's gaze fell on the pile of toys with mixed feelings. He recalled the time he had carefully inquired about the material and safety hazards of each toy from the salesperson, only to be met with the salesperson's annoyance.

He withdrew his gaze and said in an ambiguous tone, "Give it away."

Wen Jiaojiao could tell that each item was quite valuable. She walked to the toy basket and said:

"Anyway, the house is so big, let's just keep it. If you live a peaceful and healthy life, you might have your own children in the future."

Wen Zhaoye still hoped that Wen Jiaojiao would regret it later and have a child with him, so that his carefully selected possession wouldn't be wasted. He chuckled and agreed to her request:

"Um."

Wen Jiaojiao lifted the white cloth, sat on the sofa, glanced at the toys again, and said strangely:

"However, why are all your toys so round and chubby? Even the handle of this rattle looks so thick."

Wen Zhaoye sat down next to her and said frankly:

"If it has sharp edges and corners, wouldn't it be easy to poke or scratch when playing with it? So we definitely need to consider safety issues."

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