Zhou Jinyan walked into the office and teased, "That's strange, why aren't you sticking to your wife anymore?"

Wen Zhaoye had no interest in joking and said bluntly:

"Pack up. In a month, come with me to Hong Kong. The base will be there from now on. Also, tell the people below to hurry up, as Hong Kong will need a large quantity of goods soon."

Zhou Jinyan exclaimed in surprise:

"Have we met a benefactor? Land in Hong Kong is so expensive, do you think we're worthy of moving there?"

Faced with this suddenly appearing billionaire father, Wen Zhaoye felt no joy whatsoever.

He was even a little worried that if he proposed a month later that he only be his adopted son so that it would be easier to marry Wen Jiaojiao, it might provoke other actions from her.

He sighed and said, "I suppose so, but this important person is a bit special."

Zhou Jinyan noticed his unhappiness and said:

"The last time I saw you sighing was when your stepsister ran off with the money. Are you arguing now?"

Wen Zhaoye knew that even if Wen Jiaojiao changed her identity, as long as he was with her,

Given Zhou Jinyan's level of understanding of him, there was no way to hide it from him. Fortunately, she trusted him completely and said frankly:

"She is not my stepsister; she is the long-lost daughter of a very wealthy man."

She had lost her memory due to some events, and since others said she was Wen Jiaojiao, she believed she was. Now, she has been found and brought back.

Zhou Jinyan grasped the key point and said, "Very rich, is it related to the benefactor who helped you move to Hong Kong?"

Wen Zhaoye's mind was filled with the words on the letter that he didn't like him at all. His heart suddenly ached, and he said in a slightly lower voice:

"Yeah, I don't know what to do now. I always thought that her attitude towards me changed so much because she liked me, but it turns out it wasn't the same person at all."

Zhou Jinyan joked, "To be honest, I advise you to give up. I heard about what happened between you two in Yuncheng from Song Ci."

"And I've been watching these past few days; you're the only one clinging to her. She's actually been putting in a lot of thought into avoiding you."

Wen Zhaoye didn't get the reply he wanted; instead, it fueled his frustration, and he said irritably:

"roll."

Zhou Jinyan suppressed her smile and analyzed seriously, "Okay, to be honest, she's a wealthy heiress from Hong Kong."

Needless to say, her father wants you to develop your career in the port city, probably to repay you for taking care of her for so many days.

But if you want to pursue her, you'll have to put in some effort; wealthy families value matching social status and background.

Is it a good match in terms of social status and economic background?

Does she now think I'm not good enough for her?

Wen Zhaoye's gaze was unfocused. He had no idea about Jiang Peitian's situation, nor did he believe that Jiang Peitian would hand over his entire career to him now.

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then murmured, "It seems we still have to rely on him to expand our business empire to other cities."

Zhou Jinyan sighed, "No wonder I felt she was different from the rumors when I first saw her. But what good luck you had to pick up a rich heiress for free."

Wen Zhaoye's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he said, "It's fate. The fact that she happened to move into my house means we're destined to be together."

Zhou Jinyan sat casually in the chair, his handsome eyes sparkling with amusement, and remarked:

"I also want to marry a rich heiress and then help me in my career."

Wen Zhaoye lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, saying:

"I'll introduce you to one later. She's my brother, after all, and she'll definitely make sure you're not poor. I've heard there are quite a few rich women in Hong Kong, and you're good-looking enough to be one of them."

Zhou Jinyan reached out and stopped him, saying:

"Hey, let's not do that. I feel you need it more. Find a rich woman to help you out, and once you're a millionaire, you can dump her and spend the rest of your life with your rich heiress."

Wen Zhaoye's suppressed emotions seemed to be released, and he chuckled and said, "It's not that bad."

After their conversation, as Zhou Jinyan left, he returned home and glanced around the empty room. He inadvertently noticed the phone number Jiang Peitian had left behind. After a moment's thought, he subconsciously dialed the number saved as "A Long."

"How is she...? Does she regret it? Does she want to come back? Did she utter a single word about me?"

At the night market, Ah Long looked at Wen Jiaojiao, who was eating and drinking heartily, as if she had been released from her cage and was rushing towards a better life. He said awkwardly:

"I guess so."

"Really? What did she say?" Wen Zhaoye's expression immediately brightened. Without waiting for an answer, he went out and said, "You wait for me there. She must have run away because she didn't think things through. Now that she's mentioned me, it means she definitely has feelings for me. I'll go pick her up and take her home now."

Ah Long looked speechless: "No, she said that she saw the man with her in Yuncheng last time, and told us to stay away from him, otherwise someone might get killed."

Wen Zhaoye paused, the smile on his face visibly vanishing. After a long pause, he said in a low, hoarse voice:

What is she doing now?

Ah Long: "I just ate a bowl of wontons, and now I've ordered a lamb leg. I'm saying I want to celebrate freedom by having a three-day feast at the night market."

Wen Zhaoye's mood sank even lower. Suddenly, a very close voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Who are you talking to on the phone? That voice sounds so much like my ex-boyfriend who was a bit of a brooding type."

Ah Long was startled and his body trembled. He looked up and saw Wen Jiaojiao gnawing on a fried chicken leg, staring at him with a puzzled expression. He stammered, "You must have misheard me. How could I possibly know the person you're talking about?"

As Wen Jiaojiao munched on the chicken leg, the corners of her lips gradually curved into an outer space-like smile:

“That makes sense. You’re the richest man in Hong Kong. How could he possibly know you, let alone expect you to bow and scrape before him? I was overthinking it.”

Ah Long covered the phone's speaker tightly and nodded reluctantly: "Yes."

Wen Jiaojiao tossed aside the chicken leg bone in her hand and said readily:

"What would you like to eat? It's on me."

Ah Long: "Thank you, Miss, but that's alright."

Wen Jiaojiao said with a beaming smile:

"Since you're calling me 'Miss,' I absolutely have to treat you to this meal."

Wen Zhaoye on the other end of the phone smiled slightly: "..."

If she likes this kind of life so much, then I guess I need to work even harder. That way, if she doesn't like me as a person in the future, it would be great if she liked my money.