Wen Zhaoye finished calculating the bill, totaling the amount for the payments already made, and then opened the drawer.

He noticed that Wen Jiaojiao's gaze had also fallen on the drawer, and he suddenly looked up to meet her eyes, a slight smile playing on his handsome face:

"Or you can count them?"

"Okay, sure, I know this one well."

Wen Jiaojiao smiled happily and reached out, picking up a stack of cash and placing it on the table.

Wen Zhaoye: "We can still buy a car before the Chinese New Year when we get married."

Wen Jiaojiao didn't have time to pay attention to him at all; after she finished counting, she announced the amount of money.

Wen Zhaoye pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to her, saying:

"Okay, that matches up. Thank you for your hard work, honey. We'll save this part when we get home, and we'll use the rest to pay off the other suppliers."

Wen Jiaojiao took it with a bright look in her eyes. After being called "wife" by Wen Zhaoye every day, she blurted out:

"Okay, husband."

Song Zhu felt a chill run down her spine at the way the two addressed each other, while Zhou Jinyan chuckled lightly, seemingly unfazed.

Wen Zhaoye smiled slightly and said:

"You're the most stylish one."

Wen Jiaojiao realized what she had just called him, her smile froze, and looking up at his blissful expression, a surge of greed rose within her:

Please, who could resist deceiving a guy who's shrewd and calculating to outsiders but clueless to me?

I want to scam him out of his money, I want to scam him out of his money...

The thought echoed in Wen Jiaojiao's mind again and again, but it gradually faded away under the restraint of her sense of morality.

Wen Zhaoye took her hand and walked out, ignoring the gazes of the two men.

"We're leaving now. Tell Zhou Jin what I just mentioned and ask him to go as soon as possible. Also, find a few people to help clean my new house. They'll pay you in cash."

Song Zhu nodded with difficulty: "Okay, boss."

The door slowly opened, and everyone who was working turned to look at it.

Wen Zhaoye didn't care at all. When Wen Jiaojiao tried to shake off his hand, he gripped it even tighter and turned to look at the girl beside him, saying:

"What are you afraid of? It will be legal soon."

Wen Jiaojiao tried to shake him off again, but still couldn't break free from his hold. She lowered her voice and said:

"Let's wait until it's legal before we talk about it."

Wen Zhaoye thought for a moment and said:

"No difference."

Wen Jiaojiao stopped making futile struggles.

After the two left, the factory was in an uproar again.

"Seriously? Is the boss really that clingy? I just saw that woman try to shake off his hand, but she couldn't."

"Are you sure this woman didn't have some kind of leverage over the boss that he was using to put on a show?"

"Look who's being held hostage and still smiling so happily?"

Another woman, fair-skinned and plump, said sourly:

"How come this woman is so lucky? She's been with other men and still managed to win the boss's heart. I don't know what I'm lacking compared to her, or maybe the boss just likes this kind of outgoing type."

Her voice was unusually abrupt, causing others to turn around and look at her, but they remained silent because of her position as the piecework team leader.

Wang Minmin saw what they were thinking, rolled her eyes, and said defiantly:

"She's just a little thinner than me? I'd look good even if I lost weight."

Wen Damei was panicking. Even the work process she knew so well was making mistakes. Frustrated, she stopped pressing the sewing machine.

Looks like I need to call my mom and ask her to get on good terms with Xu Cuifen.

After the two finished their meal, they returned to the small villa, which had been cleaned thoroughly, with all the belongings categorized and placed in one room.

Wen Jiaojiao pushed open the bedroom door, looked at the bright red bed, and was speechless:

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were getting married tomorrow.

Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye pulled the curtains shut, plunging the room into darkness. A bizarre, purplish-red image flashed through Wen Jiaojiao's mind, and she instinctively walked outside:

"I'm going out for a walk; I need to get some exercise after eating."

Just as she reached the door, Wen Zhaoye hugged her from behind and pushed her toward the bed, saying:

"It's so hot, why bother going for a walk? Let's take a nap first and then go for a stroll."

Wen Jiaojiao was pushed onto the bed. The mattress was very bouncy, and she bounced up a bit before quickly getting up and saying:

"It's too hot to sleep, I still want to exercise."

With a "click," the air conditioner was turned on, and a strong blast of cold air blew out.

"That's fine then." Wen Zhaoye lay down next to her, tilting his head to look at her with a light laugh, and explained:

"This house was fully furnished and was originally intended as a wedding home, but the bride called off the wedding at the last minute."

The man lives abroad most of the time, and because of this incident, his parents have also been brought abroad. They won't be coming back, which is why the owner is planning to sell the property. Besides, they've never lived here even for a single day.

Although it's a bit unlucky, I'm sure our marriage will go smoothly, so I'm not afraid at all.

If I run away then, just consider it bad luck for the house.

Wen Jiaojiao nodded perfunctorily, bracing herself with her arms at her sides, preparing to get up again.

But Wen Zhaoye reacted quickly, reaching out to embrace her and then flipping over to pin her down.

"Honey, you have heat rash. Take off your clothes and cool off."

Is this some kind of prickly heat rash?

Wen Jiaojiao's heart was pounding with anxiety. She gripped the bed sheet beside her in a panic and said:

"I'm not hot at all, and my body isn't itchy anymore. Plus, the air conditioner is blowing very strong air, so I'm even a little cold."

Wen Zhaoye didn't let it go, in other words:

"Then take off your clothes and let's cover ourselves with the blankets to warm up."

Wen Jiaojiao: "..." Why can't we get past the hurdle of taking off clothes again? There was no such procedure last night, is it just a direct approach now?

Wen Zhaoye's pain has completely subsided; he's just in the recovery period. However, with people constantly around him, he's tempted to do something else even if he can't do anything else.

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