Xu Cui understood the implication of her words perfectly. She gritted her teeth in anger, wishing she could kill her with a broom.

But considering that Wen Jiaojiao might still need her in the future if things didn't work out between her and Wen Zhaoye, she swallowed her anger and said:

“My daughter has said she’s not in a hurry and doesn’t want to get married yet, so I won’t bother you with this for now.”

Wen Jiaojiao's face twisted with anger. Although she didn't recognize Er Wang Mazi, just from the name and the phrase "his wife is dead," she knew this was no ordinary man.

She gritted her teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"This man is too good for me. I'm not good enough for him. Don't play matchmaker and ruin his life."

The plump auntie, completely oblivious to the seriousness of the problem, assumed it was just her feeling inferior and continued to comfort her:

"What's the big deal? When they approached me before, they mentioned that it would be best to find a virgin, but they also said that if she was pretty, they would take a look even if she wasn't a virgin."

Wen Jiaojiao's temple veins throbbed, her head throbbed with pain, and she said angrily:

"He still wants to find a virgin? Why doesn't he just find his granddaughter? You should keep this kind of man and introduce him to your Wen Damei. I'm not good enough for him. The two of them look quite well-matched. Keep him as your son-in-law."

The plump aunt's expression changed, and she gave her a strange look:

“My daughter Da Mei has found someone from the county town, and they’re getting engaged soon. I’m trying to help you find a partner, but you don’t appreciate it and you’re being so picky.”

Wen Jiaojiao's voice suddenly rose without her realizing it:

"Me, picky? If you knew me, you'd be a matchmaker; if you didn't, you'd think you were a professional at pushing people into trouble."

Wen Zhaoye knew it was definitely going to fail, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. When Wen Jiaojiao stared at him with wide, beautiful eyes, he quickly suppressed his laughter and said seriously:

“That Wang Mazi is even older than my dad. If she marries into the family any later, she could be a grandmother. Aunt Pang, you’re really going too far. Don’t play matchmaker next time. Just take this as a joke.”

Aunt Pang's daughter, Wen Damei, worked at his factory. Seeing that he had spoken, she dared not offend him. Suppressing her inner grumbling, she forced a smile and said:

"Yes, yes, this time it was my fault for not thinking it through, so I won't keep you from going to town."

Seeing her leave quickly after speaking, Wen Jiaojiao's good mood for the day was completely ruined.

She went back to the kitchen, squeezed some fragrant toothpaste onto her toothbrush, and came out carrying an enamel mug, still annoyed:

"Mom, don't worry about this kind of thing next time. If someone brings it up again, don't ask any questions. Just refuse directly, or you'll drive me crazy sooner or later."

Xu Cuifen naturally wouldn't give up, so she could only offer a perfunctory response:

"Okay, Mom won't ask any more questions next time."

Wen Zhaoye finished packing first, straddled the motorcycle, one foot on the ground and the other on the gear shift. His trousers rode up a bit, revealing his fair and sexy ankle.

Without thinking twice, Wen Jiaojiao sat down next to him.

"I'll sit in the middle, otherwise I'm afraid I'll fall off."

"Of course, Mom is worried even if you sit in the back."

As Xu Cuifen spoke, she awkwardly lifted her leg and straddled the top, squeezing forward slightly.

Wen Jiaojiao's body was pressed tightly against Wen Zhaoye's back, it was so hot and suffocating that she leaned back uncomfortably.

Just as they managed to create some distance, Xu Cuifen shoved them forward and pressed them against each other.

He felt a soft, full body gently brushing against his back, and the image of her changing clothes that morning involuntarily flashed through Wen Zhaoye's mind.

His handsome face was flushed, and his breathing was labored: "..."

It's really frustrating. Even if you like someone a lot, you should at least be more discreet in broad daylight, in front of others.

The lush trees on both sides receded into the distance, and the uneven dirt ground was marked with tire tracks left over from years of wear.

A refreshing breeze blew in his face, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling Wen Zhaoye's handsome face. His hair flew wildly back, and he felt something soft gently bumping and rubbing against his back as he swayed.

He was sweating profusely, and the tips of his fingers gripping the motorcycle handlebars were turning slightly white from the excessive force.

It seems I really should find a wife and get married; if this continues, I'll suffocate sooner or later.

Before long, we arrived in town. An old-fashioned bus, packed with people, passed by, and old-fashioned streetlights lined both sides.

The supply and marketing cooperative, the two-story department store, and the state-run restaurant were all bustling with customers.

The asphalt road is clean and smooth, and men, women, and children ride bicycles back and forth.

The streets are laid out in a crisscrossing pattern, with green mailboxes standing in front of the old tenement buildings.

Because Wen Jiaojiao transmigrated into a fictional novel, she didn't know which city in the real world she was in.

However, knowing that housing prices in any town or city will increase several times over in the future...

She looked around curiously and asked, "Brother, have you bought a house in the county town?"

Wen Zhaoye, not understanding her meaning, replied truthfully:

"Hmm, that's a good one."

Wen Jiaojiao looked at the tenement buildings on both sides:

"Brother, if you trust me, when you have money in the future, buy all the houses and land near the city center. I guarantee your next three generations won't be poor."

Wen Zhaoye became interested and parked the car in front of the supply and marketing cooperative: "How do you know that housing prices will soar in the future?"

Wen Jiaojiao dared not tell the truth, so she used plain and easy-to-understand language:

"Because nowadays, rural residents are flocking to county towns to work, and with the increase in population, housing is an unavoidable issue."

Although the factory provides accommodation, it doesn't provide a double room for every young couple, and some couples work in different factories.

The money they spend staying in hotels every few days is definitely more than the money they spend renting an apartment and living together every day. So, in this era, you can recoup your investment by renting out your property.

Moreover, the city will develop in the future; old buildings will be demolished and new ones will be built. Then, housing and cash will be distributed, making it a sure-fire way to make money.

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