Wen Zhaoye stopped in his tracks, glanced at the underwear store on the side of the road, and said in an unnatural tone:

"Why don't you go in and buy me some underwear? No men ever go in there, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to go in, and besides, we've already slept together, you know what size I wear."

Wen Jiaojiao glared at him and lowered her voice, saying:

"Have you no shame? We have absolutely no relationship. If I go to buy men's underwear, it'll be in the newspaper."

"That's exactly the kind of news I want—the news that you're taken." Wen Zhaoye nudged her and said:

"Stop talking nonsense and go now."

Wen Jiaojiao's face instantly fell, and she ran as far as she could.

"Go buy it yourself."

The store is beautifully decorated and displays a variety of women's underwear, pajamas, and men's underwear.

Wen Zhaoye hesitated at the door for a moment, then went into the shop.

His gaze fell on a group of women's pajamas: She said I gave her pajamas, so it wouldn't be good if I didn't give her one to solidify the accusation.

The waiter followed his gaze and stepped forward to say:

"Sir, is this for your wife?"

Wen Zhaoye's ears turned crimson, and he nodded, saying:

"Um."

waiter:

"What's her figure like? I can help you choose one."

A slight smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's lips as he said:

"Excellent."

The waitress picked out a relatively conservative slip dress and said:

"How about this one? Many married women around here would choose this one."

Wen Zhaoye looked at the simple silk pajamas and felt they weren't quite right. He looked away, shook his head, and said:

"She won't like it."

The waiter recommended several items, but Wen Zhaoye shook his head each time. However, his gaze kept drifting, intentionally or unintentionally, to a silk nightgown with a deep V-neck and only a few loose black straps crisscrossing at the back.

The store manager couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward, took the item, and said, "Sir, take this one. Your wife will definitely love it."

Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed red, and he turned his gaze away from the nightgown, saying:

"Since you're so confident, then it's fine."

He picked out a few more pairs of men's underwear, paid for them, and turned to leave.

The new waiter waited for him to leave and whispered:

"Manager, why did you pick such an indecent nightgown for him? Isn't this the kind you usually give to your lover? Would his wife feel comfortable wearing it at home?"

The store manager rolled his eyes at her and said:

“When you were recommending other items, I noticed he kept glancing at that one, but he never said anything. He probably wanted it but was too embarrassed to say anything. Besides, whether it's a gift for a lover or a wife, as long as it sells, that's all that matters.”

Wen Zhaoye placed the bag containing the nightgown into another bag before walking up to Wen Jiaojiao and saying:

"Why are you running away? Is it so hard to do something for me?"

"What you're making me do is inhuman," Wen Jiaojiao said without looking at him.

Wen Zhaoye subconsciously took her hand, but Wen Jiaojiao quickly put her hands behind her back and said:

"Please be mindful of your public image when you're out in public."

"You're so full of tricks." Although Wen Zhaoye said this, he still didn't insist on going into a men's clothing store.

Wen Jiaojiao followed them inside. The waiter recognized her and exclaimed excitedly:

"Miss Jiang, you are much prettier in person than on TV."

Wen Jiaojiao sat on the sofa and chuckled softly:

"Is that so?"

"Hmm." The waiter glanced at Wen Zhaoye and said, "Miss Jiang, is this your friend? It seems that good-looking people always make friends with handsome guys."

Wen Jiaojiao replied perfunctorily:

"I guess so."

Wen Zhaoye didn't even try them on; he picked out three sets, told them his sizes, paid, and before leaving, he said:

"It's because we live together."

A bolt from the blue struck Wen Jiaojiao. The people behind her were stunned. She froze and turned around to explain:

"He's just funny."

The waitress didn't dare to say a word. Wen Zhaoye put his arm around her neck and forcefully led her out, saying:

"See? This is what happens when you offend me. You're in big trouble now. You'll be in the newspapers tomorrow."

Wen Jiaojiao didn't actually care about the rumors, but considering Wen Zhaoye had been kind to her and she only wanted to protect him, she was slightly annoyed and said:

“I told you the family I went into is very powerful. You’ll die if you keep going like this.”

Wen Zhaoye's lips curled up:

"So what if I die? I don't want to live anymore since I can't have you anyway."

Wen Jiaojiao was annoyed and ignored him, turning around and heading home.

Wen Zhaoye grabbed her and said:

"You haven't treated me to a meal yet."

Wen Jiaojiao couldn't do anything about him, so she turned around and went into a restaurant, ordering a huge table of dishes:

"Alright, this table is enough for you, isn't it?"

Wen Zhaoye ate his meal with satisfaction, but when it came time to pay, he didn't let Wen Jiaojiao pay.

He took out his money to pay the bill. Wen Jiaojiao looked at the wad of banknotes in his hand, paused, and said:

"No, I remember giving you more than three hundred yuan yesterday. How come you have such a thick wad of cash?"

Wen Zhaoye froze for a moment, then made an excuse:

"Everyone has to hide some travel money."

"Stop talking nonsense." After saying that, Wen Jiaojiao took out her phone and dialed the number for Daxi Village:

"I'd like to know what you're up to."

A moment later, Xu Cuifen's voice came through the phone. Afraid she would give herself away, Wen Zhaoye quickly took the phone and said:

"I'm with Jiaojiao now, so don't tell her anything."

Wen Jiaojiao was slightly surprised. She snatched the phone again, but at the same time, she gave up and could only talk about other things.

Xu Cuifen: "My dear daughter, I heard from your brother that you've already acted in TV dramas."

Mom was planning to move our TV set into the yard and invite the whole village to watch it as soon as your drama aired. Those country bumpkins would practically worship you on the spot!

Wen Jiaojiao: "Why don't you just give up? I feel embarrassed even by my own acting."

A sound of delight rang out from the other end, followed by a cheerful reply:

"My daughter is so modest."

Wen Jiaojiao: "This is not a matter of modesty."

Xu Cuifen seemed to have thought of something, and said anxiously:

"By the way, when are you going to marry your brother? Are you pregnant yet?"

Mom has already made the baby's little cotton-padded jacket and swaddle blanket. Other families just pick out scraps and wrap their babies up haphazardly, but our family is different.

"They all have to be new. Mom has to buy the most expensive fabric; the cheap stuff is unacceptable."

Wen Jiaojiao hesitated for two seconds, then glanced up at Wen Zhaoye. Seeing him staring at her with a smile in his eyes, she said irritably:

"No, don't think about it. Oh, I have something to do, so I'll hang up now."

Fearing that the other party might utter some shocking remarks, she quickly hung up the phone.

Wen Zhaoye: "..."

Looks like I need to make a call back and explain in detail.