Small Western-style building.

Wen Zhaoye was both angry and upset for five days and decided to ignore her for a month. However, he couldn't help but secretly call Ah Long to inquire about her situation. He sighed and called Ah Long again:

Are you still there? Does she regret it?

"Uh... how should I put it?" Ah Long paused for a few seconds before saying:

"To avoid you, the young lady changes hotels every day. Today it just so happens to be the same hotel as before. She is currently talking to the hotel owner to see if they can help her set up a hidden but convenient escape door."

Wen Zhaoye looked at the things he had just bought for Wen Jiaojiao: "..."

So you're using all your intelligence to defend yourself against me?

Ah Long: "So... maybe you shouldn't come anymore, Miss is going out to have fun again."

These past few days he's been hearing English constantly from her, and luckily there are quite a few foreigners in Hong Kong, so he can understand some simple words.

"I have something to give her. I'll take it to you, and you can give it to her."

Wen Zhaoye had been holding back for several days, but he finally wanted to see her.

"The young lady said that all the clothes we brought with us should be replaced with new ones," Ah Long said truthfully. "So... we'll just throw them away anyway."

“She’ll like these,” Wen Zhaoye said cryptically as he walked toward the door.

Ah Long, being a man himself, sighed for him. He hung up the phone, looked at Wen Jiaojiao whose lips were curving into outer space, and sighed again: "Miss, you've lost something very important."

"What? The watch is gone?" Wen Jiaojiao's pupils widened slightly, and she hurriedly reached into her pocket.

Ah Long's brow slid down: "..." Being with the young master is enough for you to buy a whole carload of those watches in a day.

Wen Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief after touching her watch and said:

"Why are you scaring me? You're right here."

Ah Long put on sunglasses and said expressionlessly, "It's my fault."

Wen Jiaojiao waved her arm:

"Rice is good enough. Let's go to the department store and have some fun. Rich people just shop all the time. I need to get used to it in advance so I don't feel out of place there."

Ah Long silently made a phone call, reporting the location. Suddenly, Wen Jiaojiao leaned forward again and said:

"Who are you talking to on the phone? Why are you doing it so often? Aren't you Jiang Peitian's bodyguard? Who else could be worth all this trouble?"

Ah Long's expression froze: "My family, I've been away for many days, they're worried about me."

"I get it, your wife's worried you're having an affair, right?" Wen Jiaojiao gave him a knowing look, and as Ah Long awkwardly nodded, she held out her hand.

"Give me that phone, let me explain. You're so dedicated, following me around every day, and you always kick out any man, old man or child. I have to prove to you that you're really doing the right thing."

Ah Long said with difficulty, "There's no need to be so enthusiastic."

"Why are you being so polite with me?" Wen Jiaojiao snatched the phone away and, ignoring his attempts to stop her, said into the phone, "Hello? Are you Ah Long's wife? Let me tell you, your Ah Long is a hard worker and a good man. Don't overthink things all day long at home."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a voice: "Okay."

The voice on the other end was gentle and pleasant, and Wen Jiaojiao grinned as she said:

"Ah Long is so lucky. I can tell you're a beauty just by your voice, so don't get any wild ideas."

Ah Long suddenly had a bad feeling. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "..."

Once we get there, I absolutely cannot let her see my wife, otherwise she'll bring up other things and definitely kill me.

Not far away, Wen Zhaoye stood beside a plump woman, his gaze lingering on Wen Jiaojiao at the entrance of the department store. After the woman hung up the phone, he dejectedly withdrew his gaze, took the phone, and handed her a one-yuan coin.

Thanks.

Ah Long turned around and saw a tall and upright figure standing among the scattered figures. He turned back to look at the silly and happy Wen Jiaojiao and said, "Miss, that man is here. Do you want to talk to him face to face?"

Wen Jiaojiao paused, her smile visibly vanishing. She turned to look at Wen Zhaoye not far away: "..."

What should I do? I feel like kneeling before him whenever I see him.

Wen Zhaoye looked at her through the crowd, noticing that she would sometimes lower her head and avoid his gaze, and sometimes glance at him. He pursed his thin lips, lowered his long, raven-feather-like eyelashes, and chuckled self-deprecatingly:

"Just how much do they hate me?"

Wen Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment, then parted her lips slightly and said:

"Ah Long, go and tell him not to come again."

Ah Long looked utterly rejected.

“I won’t do something that offends people like this. This man is good-looking, doesn’t seem to lack money, and is serious about you. Why do you have to refuse him?”

Can't they just live happily together? And isn't what a woman's life all about—finding a man who treats her well?

Wen Jiaojiao suddenly looked up, surprised:

How do you know so much?

Ah Long was silent for a few seconds, then his mind raced and he said, "Do you think I'm stupid? Last time in Yuncheng, was that dance hall for poor people?"

When we surround you, people instinctively know to protect you, so what right do you have to disagree?

Wen Jiaojiao said ambiguously:

"Because I am physically weak, I cannot withstand long-term torture."

Ah Long frowned, not understanding the meaning behind the words, but remained silent.

Wen Jiaojiao looked at the man who was still standing motionless in the distance, and finally walked forward.

A light immediately shone in Wen Zhaoye's eyes, and he strode forward, saying, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Jiaojiao raised her hand to stop him, saying, "Listen to me first."

Wen Zhaoye raised his long arm and tightly embraced her soft waist, burying his handsome face deep in her slender neck.

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