Before the two even arrived home, Xu Cuifen was cooking while occasionally peeking out from the kitchen doorway, her heart pounding with anxiety. She sighed softly:

"God help us, please let our Jiaojiao be tied to Zhaoye!"

Zhou Jinyan was helping to clean the fish when she heard the sound, and let out a soft chuckle that neither confirmed nor denied it.

"That's probably what Akino is thinking too."

Xu Cuifen had met Zhou Jinyan many times before and knew he was Wen Zhaoye's brother. She said to him:

"Xiao Zhou, do you really think so? Was Zhao Ye good to my Jiao Jiao when he was over there?"

Zhou Jinyan made no attempt to hide anything:

"Okay, very good. Jiaojiao doesn't want him. Zhaoye is always playing tricks on her and impersonating others."

"It's all about being with her. Zhao Ye is stubborn; once he sets his sights on someone, it's for life."

Xu Cuifen grinned and said:

"If that's the case, then if Ming Zhaoye doesn't want my Jiaojiao anymore, I'll have my Jiaojiao go to you. I've always thought you were pretty good too."

Zhou Jinyan nearly cut his own hand while cutting open the fish's belly. He turned around in a panic and said:

"Auntie, you must be joking. Zhaoye and I are brothers, and one cannot covet a brother's wife."

Xu Cuifen disregarded societal norms; her eyes were only for her own daughter.

"It's nothing, but Zhaoye and our Jiaojiao are still getting along well. Even if you miss our Jiaojiao, you can't."

Zhou Jinyan: "..."

She really is a loving mother.

With a "bang," Xu Cuifen lost her grip on the shovel and it fell to the ground. She was thinking of Wen Jiaojiao's diet.

Normally, if a shovel falls on the ground, she just picks it up and uses it, but today she felt she had to be more responsible, so she picked it up and wiped it on her apron.

Zhou Jinyan's scalp tingled at the sight of this action. He was a bit of a germaphobe and quickly stepped forward to say:

"Auntie, let me cook this meal."

Xu Cuifen said with a straight face:

"You little rascal, you can't actually be eyeing my darling, you're already trying to win me over."

Zhou Jinyan quickly said:

"You're overthinking it. I already have someone I like."

Who is it?

The voice came from behind.

Zhou Jinyan turned around and saw Wen Jiaojiao staring at him with her eyes slightly narrowed.

Before he could answer, Xu Cuifen hurriedly pushed Zhou Jinyan aside and rushed to Wen Jiaojiao's side, saying:

"Jiaojiao, how is it? Are you pregnant?"

"Got it." Wen Zhaoye replied, and then he walked in carrying large and small bags.

Xu Cuifen grabbed Wen Jiaojiao's hand and said excitedly:

"My daughter is really capable."

Wen Jiaojiao: "..."

It's no use if I'm the only one capable of doing something like this.

Xu Cuifen quickly pushed her away, saying:

"Alright, alright, hurry up and get out of here. You'll get fumes from all this cooking.

Wen Jiaojiao was ushered out of the door. Wen Xiaojian stood to the side, happy, but men don't fawn over Wen Jiaojiao like women do.

Wen Jiaojiao noticed his discomfort and took the initiative to start a conversation:

"Oh right, Dad, we brought you and Mom some things from Hong Kong. I forgot to mention it yesterday. Brother, where did you put them?"

Wen Xiaojian said cheerfully:

"We're all family, why be so polite?"

Wen Jiaojiao said in a gentle voice:

"This is not just being polite. You raised Zhaoye, so it's my duty to show you respect."

Wen Xiaojian's face was all wrinkled from laughing. After Wen Jiaojiao comforted him, she went back to her room.

Wen Zhaoye hugged her again and said:

"Jiaojiao, from now on we'll be mom and dad."

Wen Jiaojiao maintains a calm attitude:

"Hmm, so what?"

"We won't have any more children after this one."

"Why? If you like children so much, you'd have to have eight of them!"

Wen Zhaoye said from the bottom of his heart:

"That would be too much suffering. I think having a child would make our future married life more stable."

But childbirth is physically demanding, and I don't think a man who keeps making his wife have children is a good man.

Because from pregnancy to birth, the entire process is borne by the woman, we don't want to have too many children.

Wen Jiaojiao reminded:

"Your dad gives a lot of money for childbirth. One child is worth three plots of land, which is more valuable than your company."

Wen Zhaoye assured:

"I'll work hard to earn more money than him. There's no need for us to harm our health for that money."

I feel that having children is mostly detrimental to women, with few advantages.

"If I weren't afraid you'd run away later, things wouldn't be so bad about the kids."

Wen Jiaojiao chuckled softly and said:

It's good that you have this intention.

Wen Zhaoye took off her shoes, then brought over a basin of hot water and said:

"Honey, hurry up and soak your water in the bath and go to bed. You need to rest more now."

Wen Jiaojiao soaked her feet in the water, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body, and said:

"I'm only one month pregnant, not in postpartum confinement. Why should I be so delicate so early?"

Wen Zhaoye lifted her clothes, glanced at her stomach, and smiled lightly:

"It's understandable that you're a little pampered even if you're not pregnant."

Wen Jiaojiao suddenly realized that men with such sound values ​​are truly rare. She hadn't discussed these things with him before, and subconsciously categorized him as a man of this era.

But now she realizes that in any era, there are men who dote on their wives, and she was lucky enough to meet one.

Wen Jiaojiao: "I just realized that if the child takes the surname Jiang, then just thinking about it makes me feel really sad."

Although his methods weren't exactly honorable, he still raised you, and after spending time with him, I think he's actually a very good person.

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