However, those who can be as thorough and responsive as Wen Zhaoye are, providing explanations for everything and responding to every question.

And how could there be any misunderstandings or arguments with a man like that?

Qi Ying chuckled softly:

"Your husband is wonderful, and he's a perfect match for you."

Wen Jiaojiao remained silent and followed Wen Zhaoye away.

Wen Zhaoye breathed a sigh of relief, raising his eyebrows and saying:

"Honey, I'm glad you didn't misunderstand."

Wen Jiaojiao looked at him, who was only wearing a thin shirt:

"By the way, where are your clothes?"

Wen Zhaoye's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and his laughter was roguish and unrestrained:

"She tugged at my clothes, but I thought they were dirty, so I threw them away."

Wen Jiaojiao murmured:

"I knew I shouldn't have let you pay her. Your coat could have bought three of her dresses."

Wen Zhaoye sighed:

"I was afraid she would bother me again and do something even more annoying."

"By the way, where are the other two children?" Wen Jiaojiao looked around but didn't see Jiang Chengjin and Jiang Zhanhong.

Wen Zhaoye held Wen Bao'er in one arm, raised his arm to wrap around her neck, and walked out the door, saying:

“My dad takes me with him and introduces me to everyone as his grandson. Now the whole upper class thinks I’m a son-in-law who has married into the family.”

Wen Jiaojiao chuckled:

"According to what you're saying, when people talk about that ancestral hall in the future, they'll say that the first generation actually died out, and that the son was born to a son-in-law who moved in with the family, not a son. That wouldn't be very meaningful."

Wen Zhaoye: "After we pass away, our descendants can re-enact the situation. Besides, the older I get, the happier I feel than to have mountains of gold and silver."

Wen Jiaojiao frowned slightly:

"Are you trying to pressure me into having a baby by saying that?"

Wen Zhaoye found it amusing and said:

"How could that be? You're my wife, of course I wouldn't want to part with you. But I'll let those two brats have lots of kids later."

"After we're gone, all our descendants will kneel and offer incense to us in the courtyard. Now I finally understand why my father insisted on building an ancestral hall."

"The allure of the first incense, isn't it?" Wen Jiaojiao said with amusement, then sighed:

"Luckily, I had two sons back then. Otherwise, if you were middle-aged and felt that you had to have a son, but I couldn't have any more, wouldn't you end up like Jiang Ci's mother?"

"No." After Wen Zhao finished speaking, when she looked up at him, his handsome eyes were filled with a bright smile as he said:

"Because I have a conscience."

Wen Jiaojiao was in his arms, and she crossed her arms and said with a haughty look, "You talk as if no one has one."

"Really? Your man is freezing today. Remember to warm him up when you get home."

Wen Zhaoye leaned close to her ear and whispered something. Wen Jiaojiao slightly raised the corners of her lips but remained silent.