Daxi Village.

Yuan Wenjiao has been living a relatively peaceful life in the village with her child for the past two years. However, it's inconvenient for a woman to raise a child and farm all by herself.

After dragging his feet for so many years, and realizing he couldn't fool the young girl, Wen Liang had no choice but to turn his attention back to the original Wen Jiaojiao.

He often went over to help, and over time, the two of them started to feel like they were forming a family.

However, Xu Dajun was later dumped by the woman he took away, and had no choice but to come back, hoping to continue his relationship with Yuan Wenjiao.

Comparing the two, Wen Jiaojiao felt that Wen Liang was better overall; at least he didn't hit people and did some decent work, so she didn't agree.

Xu Dajun made a huge scene, threatening to jump into the river with his son and then killing her whole family if she didn't agree.

As a result, to avoid being a bachelor for the rest of her life, Wen Liang would beat him whenever she saw him, even if she couldn't win, she would beat him to death.

Xu Dajun had seen him repeatedly beating him until his nose was bleeding profusely, yet he still persisted in attacking him. He was somewhat afraid of this reckless individual and naturally gave up.

Now, Wen Liang's eldest son stays home with the son of the former Wen Jiaojiao. The couple is responsible for planting melons in the spring, selling melons in the city in the summer, harvesting grain in the autumn, and staying home in the winter.

Although they occasionally bickered and argued, they lived a relatively harmonious life. Gradually, he came to understand the kindness of his parents and tried to find news of Xu Cuifen, genuinely wanting to see her.

However, after making many phone calls to Wen Zhaoye, each time he only heard Xu Cuifen chatting happily with Wen Xiaojian, and could tell that she was living a very comfortable life, which put his mind at ease.

Port City.

The three little ones were playing hide-and-seek on the second floor. Jiang Zhanhong closed his eyes and counted among the large children's toys.

The other two ran forward and eventually decided to hide in the walk-in closet in Wen Jiaojiao's room.

Wen Jiaojiao and Wen Zhaoye returned home at the same time. Finding no one at home, Wen Jiaojiao asked in surprise:

Where have all the children gone?

Wen Zhaoye raised his hand and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt collar, saying:

"I guess his parents took him out to play."

Wen Jiaojiao called to the nanny:

"Aunt Chen?"

No one in the hall responded. Just as Wen Jiaojiao was about to speak, a roguish smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's handsome face. He hugged her from behind and said:

"Honey, it's rare that the kids aren't home today, let's go back to our room and have some fun."

Wen Jiaojiao suddenly felt a headache coming on and said:

"It's one thing to cause trouble at night, but to do it during the day too? You're becoming more and more unscrupulous."

Wen Zhaoye put his arm around her and walked upstairs:

"Isn't this how you cherish a wife?"

Wen Jiaojiao couldn't do anything about him. As soon as she entered the room, she was pushed onto the large bed. The mattress was extremely soft, and she bounced up slightly.

She didn't act coy at all, hugging the man's strong waist as he pounced on her, kissing him passionately, and soft moans escaped from between her lips.

Sensing something was wrong, the two little ones, covered in sweat, climbed out of the locker in the changing room, walked to the wall, and peeked out with one little head.

Wen Zhaoye was lying on top of Wen Jiaojiao, his upper body naked, and he was unbuckling his belt with one hand.

The two covered their mouths in surprise.

"Dad, don't you like wearing clothes and pants at home either?"

As soon as Jiang Chengjin's voice rang out, the two panicked. Wen Jiaojiao quickly pulled the ice silk quilt over Wen Zhaoye, her face flushed, and said:

“Your dad is just a little hot and wants to change his clothes. You absolutely mustn’t tell anyone about this.”

Wen Bao'er opened her big, round eyes, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, and said:

"Then why are you using a blanket, Dad? Won't that make you even hotter?"

Wen Zhaoye's face flushed red, and he said with a dark expression:

"You two talk too much. Get out of here. Mom and Dad are tired and need to get some sleep."

"Okay." The two chubby little ones lowered their heads and shuffled out in their slippers.

Wen Zhaoye grabbed the remote, turned on the air conditioner, and then added:

"Close the door."

Wen Bao'er tiptoed, and her T-shirt rode up a bit, "Duang!" revealing her round little belly. She struggled to pull the doorknob and closed the door, saying:

"Mom and Dad, get some rest."

The two little ones walked out. Jiang Chengjin wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked around, but didn't forget to play hide-and-seek:

"Why hasn't Honghong come to find us yet?"

Wen Bao'er followed and searched around. She found Jiang Zhanhong sitting comfortably on the sofa in the living room, legs crossed, enjoying the air conditioning and reading a picture book.

She looked bewildered and said, "Shouldn't you be looking for us?"

Jiang Zhanhong lifted his eyelids and looked at the two sweaty children, saying in a childish voice:

"Now that we've found you two, haven't we?"

Jiang Chengjin, looking furious, gripped the handrail of the spiral staircase and descended, saying:

"You brat, did you not even bother to come looking for us?"

Jiang Zhanhong didn't actually go looking for it, but he still gave a perfunctory answer:

"You two are too hard to find. If we really can't find you, we'll just have to wait for you to come to us."

Wen Bao'er inherited Wen Jiaojiao's dislike of studying, so she didn't understand at first and shouted:

"We are not rabbits."

Jiang Zhanhong looked at the two of them as if they were idiots, then shook his head, sighed softly, and continued looking at the picture book.

The bedroom upstairs was pleasantly warm, with the air conditioner whirring and blowing out cool air, but it couldn't dispel the gradually warming and enchanting atmosphere.

The two lay sideways, their bodies pressed tightly together, embracing and kissing. Wen Jiaojiao's slender, white leg rested on his strong, muscular abdomen.

His large hand pressed firmly against her slender, beautiful back, while a thin, cool silk blanket covered their abdomens.

After the two had finished fooling around, they went downstairs, where the three little ones were playing in the living room.

Wen Zhaoye buttoned the top button of his shirt, his eyes filled with satisfaction, and said:

Where are your father and grandmother?

Jiang Zhanhong put down the book and said:

"They're growing vegetables in the yard."

"The grapes Mom planted in the yard are probably ripe by now, do you want to go pick some?"

The three little ones agreed immediately, and one after another they took out the bamboo baskets that Wen Xiaojian had made for them, and carried them into the yard.

The grapevines were supported by sloping trellises, and the three little ones were picking grapes from a lower position.

Wen Zhaoye and Wen Jiaojiao were on a high vantage point. He reached out and picked one, peeled it, and handed it to her, saying:

"Wife, when we get old, let's go back to our hometown. We can build a small house and plant a yard full of fruits and vegetables."

Wen Jiaojiao swallowed it in one gulp and said with amusement:

"Didn't Jiang Peitian say he wanted to build a big house so that generations of his descendants could live together?"

Wen Zhaoye picked a bunch of dark purple grapes, beckoned Wen Bao'er over, placed them in her basket, and then said:

"I used to think that was fine too, but today I realized that it's more comfortable to live with someone else. Besides, we're getting old, so it's better to have some peace and quiet."

Otherwise, living with Jiang Peitian would be incredibly annoying, as Qi Meijing would constantly nag him about which old lady she went to square dancing with today, or which old lady she went to the park with tomorrow.

Suddenly, a voice came from not far from the vineyard:

"If you can't speak properly, then speak less."