Wen Zhaoye suddenly stopped in a hurry to leave. He sat on the sofa, pulled her close with his large hand, and sat her sideways on his lap. His thin lips were close to her ear, and he whispered like a lover:

"To be honest, when you came to my house, I noticed you even before you saw me standing by the stream."

"You want to kill me?"

Wen Zhaoye recalled the scene when he first saw her and said:

"No, I don't know what came over me at the time. It wasn't the first time I'd met you, but I just had this inexplicable feeling."

Later, when you looked at me, I could clearly feel my heart racing.

As he finished speaking, the room became so quiet that the two of them could be heard breathing.

His gaze remained fixed on Wen Jiaojiao's face, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable. She got up from his lap and broke the awkward silence, saying:

Are you coming or not?

Wen Zhaoye suddenly remembered that today was the day his stitches were to be removed, so he made up an excuse:

"You stay here for a while, I have something to do outside, I'll take you to the factory later."

Wen Jiaojiao nodded perfunctorily. Wen Zhaoye arrived at the county hospital. After the stitches were removed, he sat opposite the doctor, and as if he had thought of something, his handsome face flushed red as he said:

"I'd like to ask, how long after the first intercourse is it generally okay?"

Doctor: "You just had your stitches removed, it will take at least another week."

Wen Zhaoye hesitated before speaking, then said:

"But it doesn't hurt anymore now."

He tried to ask if they could have sex today, which made the doctor hesitate, as he had never seen anyone so impatient. He patiently explained:

"No, and there's still a chance that the remaining semen could impregnate the woman."

Wen Zhaoye nodded, put the medicine in his pocket, returned to the small villa, and took Wen Jiaojiao's slender hand, saying:

"You're not in a hurry, are you?"

Wen Jiaojiao shook her head, letting him lead her. After a while, she looked at the Chenxuan Garment Factory that appeared ahead, shook off his hand, and said:

"It's not good to hold hands inside; people will talk."

The county town is slowly opening up, and many young couples are holding hands and strolling around without caring what others think.

He was unwilling at all and said, "Then I'll hold you."

Seeing his long arm reaching towards the back of her neck, Wen Jiaojiao quickly moved to the side and said:

"There's plenty of time at home, why put on this show in front of others?"

Wen Zhaoye hadn't forgotten that she would always engage in intimate acts with him in public.

He frowned and said, "Isn't this what you like? Now that you've got me, do you think I'm no longer appealing to you?"

Wen Jiaojiao's lips stiffened as she said:

"It smells wonderful, very fragrant."

Wen Zhaoye felt a sweet warmth in his heart as he was coaxed:

"So, are you still letting me hug you?"

"How much does this affect your status? I have to think about you, don't I?" Wen Jiaojiao said this and walked into the factory first.

Many people carrying metal lunchboxes walked towards the cafeteria, and when they saw Wen Zhaoye, they greeted him.

"Hello, boss."

Wen Zhaoye suppressed his smile, nodded indifferently with a handsome face, and strode into the factory with a languid gait.

The factory was long, and many people who hadn't gone to eat and were busy working looked at Wen Jiaojiao with different expressions.

Many of the people inside were unfamiliar faces, and Wen Jiaojiao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. She smiled awkwardly and said:

"Hello everyone, I'm new here."

Wen Damei moved with lightning speed, and said with a light sneer:

"What are you pretending for? Everyone knows you."

Wen Jiaojiao's expression froze for a moment, just as she was about to speak,

Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye raised his arm and wrapped it around her delicate neck, glancing at Wen Damei with a cold look in his eyes, and said in a voice that was not weak:

"Be more polite when you talk to my wife next time, or you won't want to get fired again, will you?"

The people who had just returned from getting their meals and those inside the factory were all stunned for a moment, then erupted in a cacophony of voices:

Did I hear that right?

"The boss was calling her 'wife,' didn't you see he was walking with his arm around her?"

"When did the boss get married? And why would he marry her? Doesn't that mean Song Zhu's niece, who often comes over, is just wasting her time?"

"Yeah, I heard that hiring Song Yan as a fitting room attendant was probably because they had a crush on her, but what's the actual situation now?"

Wen Damei's face was extremely pale. She hadn't gone home yet and was unaware that things had progressed to this point between them.

She watched their backs as they walked away, her heart filled with worry: If she really becomes the boss's wife, will she make things difficult for me?

Wen Jiaojiao didn't push away his long arm. She raised her hand to cover her lips and chuckled softly:

"I felt strangely both thrilled and awkward."

Wen Zhaoye gazed at her with doting eyes, but said with disdain, "Is that all you've got?"

Wen Jiaojiao's smile widened, but considering the factory's profits, she still advised:

"Brother, you need to keep public and private matters separate, otherwise..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoye said firmly, "It's very clear, they're not business partners. There's no shortage of employees."

If you can't listen to me, then there's no need to be polite. However, you're my wife, and even if it's a business partner causing you distress, I can't bear to see him suffer.

Wen Jiaojiao was secretly pleased. In her past life, she had also been pursued, but most of those people had ulterior motives.

Some of them implicitly expressed a desire to sleep with her, others saw her as an orphan making her easy to control and manipulate, and still others were directly after her money.

Therefore, she was very guarded. Now, being loved sincerely and passionately, even though he sometimes said some silly things, it didn't seem so unpleasant.

She said with a hint of laughter in her voice, "Don't be like that. As long as I can make money, I can tolerate being criticized."

Ignoring the stares coming from all around, Wen Zhaoye raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

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