Aunt Pang's house.

Xu Cuifen pestered Aunt Pang all afternoon, trying to get her to help Wen Jiaojiao find a boyfriend.

Initially, the criteria were good looks, height, wealth, and good character. However, with the auntie's hesitant remarks and eye-rolling, the requirements were gradually lowered.

Now, seeing that Aunt Pang was completely ignoring her, as if to say "find someone else," she gritted her teeth and hardened her heart, saying:

"Forget it, I won't ask for anything this time. As long as you're healthy and presentable, that's fine. It doesn't matter if you're poor. When you get married, your family will provide the four major items and a large sum of money. I'll also contribute whatever the groom's family gives as a dowry to the matchmaker."

Aunt Pang's eyes suddenly lit up, her expression changed, and she said politely:

"Okay, that's easy. I guarantee I can get it done for your Jiaojiao."

Xu Cuifen rolled her eyes at her greedy, money-grubbing expression.

She had just stepped out of her house when she glanced at Wen Jiaojiao, who was still sitting outside the door, and called out with a smile:

"Daughter, hurry back inside, or you'll get bitten by mosquitoes again. Mom will go back and boil some water for your bath right away."

Mentioning taking a bath, Wen Jiaojiao remembered the hickeys on her neck and felt a pang of worry. She'd been sweating all night, and if she didn't shower today, she'd stink.

She sighed softly, "Then hurry up."

The plump aunt looked at Xu Cuifen's face, which resembled that of someone serving a master:

If she's spoiled like this, whoever she marries, she'll be beaten eight times a day.

After taking a shower, Wen Jiaojiao applied a thick layer of cosmetics to her neck and walked out of the house wearing long pants and long-sleeved pajamas.

"Brother, I'll go get you some water to take a bath right away."

Wen Zhaoye got up from the chair and walked towards the kitchen:

"Go back to bed and sleep, I'll do it myself."

Wen Jiaojiao's own bathwater was boiled and carried over by Xu Cuifen, but she still followed him into the kitchen, snatched the aluminum ladle from his hand, and scooped water from the drain.

"Why are you being so polite? We're all family."

Wen Zhaoye was pushed behind her, his dark eyes gleaming with a bright smile as he gazed at the back of her head:

When they're not feeling lazy, they practically want to stick to me.

After scooping out the water, Wen Jiaojiao laboriously lifted the bucket.

Wen Zhaoye couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he chuckled, bent down, and picked up the bucket by the handle. Seeing that she still wouldn't let go, he simply carried it into the hut with her.

It's a bit strange, but also kind of cute.

Wen Jiaojiao gripped the bucket handle tightly with both hands, but actually didn't exert any force. As she put the bucket down, she still spoke:

"I've already brought you the water. I'll go lie down on the bed first. Call me when you're done washing, and I'll give you the bed."

Wen Zhaoye couldn't help but burst out laughing:

Go to sleep.

Wen Jiaojiao was lying on the bed when, after a while, she saw through the hem of the floral curtain that Wen Zhaoye had laid out a straw mat on the floor.

She got out of bed, rolled up the floral curtain, tied it with a rope, turned the electric fan to oscillate, and said gently:

"Brother, you come up here to sleep, I'll sleep on the floor."

Wen Zhaoye rested one arm under his head, lay on the bamboo mat with his eyes closed, and said, "No need."

Was it moved by my sincerity, or was it scared of me, that it didn't even take advantage of the opportunity?

Wen Jiaojiao pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and then dragged him to bed without giving him a chance to refuse: "I'm telling you to sleep, so just sleep. I just want to be nice to you."

Wen Zhaoye was lying on the ground, and she dragged him along the ground by his arm for a considerable distance.

He had just steadied himself and stood up when Wen Jiaojiao forcefully pushed him toward the bed. Caught off guard, Wen Zhaoye instinctively grabbed her wrist.

With a "bang," Wen Zhaoye lay back on the bed, with Wen Jiaojiao on top of him. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their breaths heavy and intertwined, staring blankly at each other.

"Ah, this..." The plump aunt, who had just reached the door, froze, her mouth agape in shock, wide enough to fit a goose egg.

Wen Jiaojiao's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she hurriedly stood up and explained:

"Auntie Pang... I didn't force him."

Aunt Pang stood awkwardly at the door:

"I understand, I understand. If I were a few decades younger, I would be unable to move when I saw Zhaoye. Your generation is more progressive in thinking, so it's normal to have those kinds of thoughts."

Good heavens! I was just about to arrange a meeting with this woman tomorrow, but she's not in good shape. Looking at her lewd appearance, she'll probably be cheating on people ten or eight times a day. Isn't that ruining my job?

Wen Jiaojiao couldn't understand how she could always run into such dramatic situations.

She said, on the verge of tears, "I didn't have any thoughts at all, Auntie Fatty, please don't spread this around."

Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed red as he stood up and said, "Yes, she was the one who pushed me just now. I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Seeing the disbelieving look on Aunt Pang's face, Wen Jiaojiao completely gave up on wasting her breath explaining. After all, no matter how upright a person is, their shadow is always crooked. She changed the subject:

"By the way, Auntie Pang, what brings you here?"

The plump aunt dared not explain the man's situation; she shook her head and walked out.

"I was just browsing around because I had nothing else to do. Auntie's leaving now."

Xu Cuifen stopped Aunt Pang in the kitchen and said with a smile:

"How is it?"

"Your Jiaojiao is so devoted to Zhaoye, how can she live a peaceful life with someone else?"

"Yes, definitely. They just bicker and sometimes don't get along, it's all just for fun."

"Come on, I just saw your Jiaojiao pinning Zhaoye down on the bed and kissing him. She was so fierce. If I had been a little later, I don't know what she would have done to Zhaoye."

The plump aunt finished speaking irritably and started to walk out. Xu Cuifen quickly reached out and grabbed her, knowing her daughter's reputation was bad, and not caring about spreading this much word.

She decided to settle the matter of finding a partner first, and, with a heavy heart, picked up a small basket of eggs, saying:

"Auntie Pang, take these eggs home and eat them."

The plump aunt looked at the dozen or so eggs, smiled, pretended to decline for a while, then accepted them and walked out. Turning back, she politely said:

"Jiaojiao is so pretty, things are easy to handle, don't worry about it all the time."

Xu Cuifen nodded with an awkward laugh, inwardly cursing all sorts of things.