The slight pain jolted Wen Jiaojiao awake instantly. Panicked, she slapped him away and said:

"Go to sleep when you're tired."

Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly, and asked in surprise:

"Wife, have you never given birth before?"

Luckily, I noticed, otherwise, if I had touched something I shouldn't have, it would have been really hard to explain. Still shaken, Wen Jiaojiao replied evasively:

"I already said I don't know."

Seeing her evasive attitude, Wen Zhaoye's doubts grew stronger. He lowered his brows, pondered for a moment, then raised his hand, turned her body around, and kissed her lips.

Wen Jiaojiao tensed up, and in a panic, she raised her hand to push him away, but Wen Zhaoye reassured her:

"Don't be afraid, just like last night."

His hot breath fell on her delicate face, making Wen Jiaojiao's heart pound and her breath tremble. She was on guard against his every move.

"But I'm sleepy."

Wen Zhaoye, observing her terrified reaction up close, asked, puzzled:

"What are you afraid of? Hmm? Not having had a child with him is something I'm only happy about. I won't dislike you because of that. I'm not that shameless, so relax now."

Wen Jiaojiao knew she couldn't refuse, so she lowered her gaze and remained silent.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the air grew stronger, and their breaths became heavy and hot.

A short while later, Wen Zhaoye leaned against the headboard, as the girl beside him gradually fell asleep.

He looked at her with an ambiguous gaze, then gently slipped his large hand under the covers.

Wen Jiaojiao was sleeping soundly, but she still frowned and let out an uncomfortable whimper.

Wen Zhaoye paused for a moment, then reacted, his pupils trembling slightly as he withdrew his large hand:

She had clearly booked rooms with Xu Dajun so many times, how could she still have something like this?

But if you say she and Xu Dajun only booked rooms and didn't know anything about this kind of thing, she knows more than I do.

Wen Zhaoye's head throbbed with pain, and he still couldn't sort out his thoughts. He carefully examined Wen Jiaojiao's face:

Aside from a slightly different personality, the person's appearance is exactly the same as the one in my memory, and Xu Cuifen has never given birth to twins.

Therefore, it is impossible for two people to be exactly the same without any blood relation.

If she is the same person, why would she admit to having never been involved with Xu Dajun and prevent me from investigating her past?

Wen Zhaoye remembered that he had promised Wen Jiaojiao that he would not investigate her past anymore, but the fog in his heart made him feel uneasy and he always felt that something big was being hidden.

He hesitated for a moment, then put on his clothes and went back to the factory office, saying:

"Has Zhou Jin not arrived yet?"

Song Zhu said, "Didn't you send him around looking for venues? He set off at noon."

Wen Zhaoye hesitated for a moment, then decided it would be better to have a reliable person investigate. He abandoned the idea of ​​sending others to investigate and turned to leave, saying:

"When he comes back, I'll tell him I have something important to give him."

Song Zhu was organizing the documents, her brow furrowed slightly, a whole host of questions swirling in her mind, but she said kindly, "I understand, boss."

Wen Zhaoye returned to the room and saw the girl on the bed still taking a nap. He had a cigarette between his lips, his handsome face roguish, and he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart, his gaze sweeping over her face:

"I'll consider this a breach of promise on my part, but no matter what the truth is, you'll always be my wife."

As the cigarette burned out, Wen Jiaojiao gently closed her beautiful eyes.

Wen Zhaoye reached out and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.

His handsome, misty eyes held a hint of a smile as he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, his voice deep and magnetic as he said:

"Is it comfortable, honey?"

Wen Jiaojiao's eyes darted around, misty and unfocused. She hadn't expected such a provocative topic to come up so soon after waking up, and her voice was unnatural as she said:

"Tone it down, you're suddenly being so witty, I can't keep up."

Wen Zhaoye lay on his side next to her, raising his eyebrows slightly as he said:

"There's no one around, so stop pretending. I'll allow you to loosen up a bit and talk to me about some indecent things."

Wen Jiaojiao noticed that his other large hand was becoming unruly again, so she grabbed his arm and pressed it down:

"Stop! Even the most wanton body can't withstand this. Can we take a break?"

Wen Zhaoye moved closer, his forehead lightly touching hers, and said in an ambiguous tone:

"Really? Then do you know what I touched while you were sleeping?"

His light smile held a sharp edge in his gaze, like a piercing sword hanging overhead.

Wen Jiaojiao felt a suffocating sense of oppression, her heart skipped a beat, and she looked away evasively, saying:

"What...what did I touch?"

Wen Zhaoye suppressed his smile, his handsome face unconsciously revealing a solemn expression. He grasped her smooth shoulder, which was exposed outside the blanket, and said casually:

“You’ve never had a child, nor have you ever had a relationship with Xu Dajun. I just want to know what’s wrong with you causing all this trouble every time I’m about to find out the truth.”

Wen Jiaojiao's face turned pale in an instant. Her lips trembled slightly, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to cover up her lie.

After a long while, the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Seeing her increasingly pale face, Wen Zhaoye couldn't bear to pressure her. He decided to wait for Zhou Jin to return so he could investigate, which would bring them closer to the truth.

He gently kissed her forehead and made an excuse for her, saying, "Is it because Xu Dajun is no good? He's been away for two years and hasn't been able to touch you even once."

Wen Jiaojiao was terrified, her whole body turning cold. She swallowed hard, her mind unable to think of any other reason, so she could only go along with it and say:

"Yes, he can't. At first I didn't understand, but after I went out with him, I found out that he was impotent. I was too embarrassed to come back because of that."

Looking at her panicked expression, Wen Zhaoye smiled knowingly.

If she knew he was impotent, how could she not know whether she had been pregnant or not?

Looking back now, her expression when she spoke to me was full of flaws; I just trusted her too much at the time.

However, what exactly is being hidden that warrants such a great deal of effort?