Wen Zhaoye turned his head and stared at her upon hearing the sound, a complex emotion surging in his eyes. He lowered his long eyelashes, and an aura of dejection emanated from him.

Why have you changed so much?

Wen Jiaojiao secretly took a breath and said:

"You've grown up. You were just immature before."

"Then why didn't you mature earlier?"

Wen Zhaoye replied irritably, his heart clenching as he thought of the child in his dream.

She secretly thought to herself that Wen Jiaojiao, who abandoned Bao'er for two boys, would definitely be biased in the future:

To avoid the things that happen in your dreams, it's safer to find a suitable person to marry.

Wen Jiaojiao: "..." I feel like I died pretty early.

The sounds Xu Cuifen heard inside the house didn't seem to be developing in the direction she had expected.

I think Wen Zhaoye must have some hidden health problem, otherwise, with Wen Jiaojiao's face and figure, she shouldn't have been able to resist him.

She rolled her eyes, annoyed, and said:

"Zhaoye, get up and eat. After we finish eating, let's go harvest the early wheat we planted in the field."

Wen Zhaoye grabbed a short-sleeved shirt from the side and roughly put it on. Having made up his mind to give up on Wen Jiaojiao, he had no reason to indulge her. He looked towards the door and said:

“You stay home to take care of my dad. Wen Jiaojiao is coming with me. She’s a grown woman and she doesn’t do any work.”

Wen Jiaojiao's lips trembled slightly with anger: "..."

That wicked capitalist.

Xu Cuifen had always believed that her daughter would grow up to be a wealthy lady, so she never let her do any chores from childhood. Naturally, her daughter grumbled unhappily:

“How could she do that kind of work? If her leg is cut off, she’ll have to take care of another one, and we’ll waste money going to the clinic.”

Wen Zhaoye glanced at Wen Jiaojiao's angry face, and the anger in his chest suddenly dissipated. A barely perceptible smile appeared on his crimson lips. He suppressed the laughter in his voice and walked out the door.

"Even though she didn't have her leg cut off, we still take care of her. She's always well-fed and cared for. The pig's trotter she secretly ate yesterday is enough for her to harvest two acres of land."

Xu Cuifen was filled with anger, but she felt somewhat guilty at the mention of pig's trotters and didn't dare to gnaw on them.

This brat, what's wrong with my darling eating and drinking a little?

You're so rich, it's only right that I spend some of your money.

Wen Xiaojian couldn't help but speak up in support:

“Jiaojiao should just eat a little, why be so calculating? It’s so sunny in the fields, and Jiaojiao is weak, we shouldn’t let her go.”

Wen Zhaoye was angered by his favoritism and always felt that he was not his biological son at all.

Wen Jiaojiao came out after changing her clothes and said:

"Never mind, it's inconvenient for me to take care of Dad if he goes to the toilet at home. I'll go to the fields instead."

Wen Xiaojian's heart softened upon hearing this, and he said:

"Zhaoye, look at Jiaojiao. When will you be able to think of your old man like her?"

Wen Zhaoye pursed his thin lips, his anger on the verge of exploding, and said angrily:

"I have so much work to do at the factory, and you're causing trouble at home and I have to clean up your mess. Did I say anything?"

"And you're still dissatisfied all the time? If you continue like this, I'll only give you living expenses from now on; if you become paralyzed or crippled, I won't take care of you."

"You unfilial son..." Wen Xiaojian had just begun to speak angrily when Xu Cuifen, fearing that their relationship would break down and everything would be left to her alone, quickly said, "..."

"What are you saying so early in the morning? Hurry up and get to do what you're supposed to do, Jiaojiao, hurry up and go to the fields with your brother."

Wen Jiaojiao was also afraid of starting a fight because of her, so she carefully took Wen Zhaoye's arm and said with gentle eyes:

"Brother, you should go inside. I'll get ready and we'll go together."

Wen Zhaoye noticed the soft, delicate touch on his arm, which involuntarily brought back memories of last night when he had tightly gripped her slender waist, panting heavily and swaying his hips.

His breathing was labored and dry, his throat bobbing slightly, and his face was flushed red as he followed them into the house.

That was fucking thrilling, just like experiencing it firsthand.