Wen Jiaojiao, adhering to the principle that saying nice things won't get you any less meat, waved and greeted:

"Hey? Brother? What are you thinking about so intently? Could you lift the curtain for me?"

Wen Zhaoye stared at her with deep eyes, making no move, and said bluntly:

"Where have you and Xu Dajun been these past two years? What kind of business have you been doing? What's trending outside these days?"

Wen Jiaojiao hadn't seen the name Wen Jiaojiao in the text at all, so naturally she knew nothing about her. A sudden panic rose in her heart, but she pretended to be calm and said:

"I don't want to talk about my personal privacy, and I don't want to hear about my past in the future. Otherwise, I'll take it as you mocking me, and I'll turn my back on you."

Wen Zhaoye was too lazy to care about her affairs, and then he thought that Xu Dajun didn't have the business acumen either.

It was impossible to provide her with a good life, so he turned his back to her and continued to drift off to sleep.

"Don't bother me."

Wen Jiaojiao gazed at his mountain-like back, just in time to catch Xu Cuifen walking in with a palm-leaf fan, and said:

"Mom, come help me put the curtain on the wardrobe."

Xu Cuifen looked at the electric fan oscillating back and forth, then at the palm-leaf fan in her hand, abandoned the idea of ​​fanning her, and instead rolled up the curtain and swung it up, saying:

"Zhaoye, we're out of meat at home. Your dad needs to eat some more. How about you take me and Jiaojiao to the county town on your bike tomorrow, and we can buy some more household supplies while we're there?"

Xu Cuifen was good at managing her household finances. Apart from the big items that Wen Zhaoye bought for her, she couldn't bear to replace anything else, even pots and pans, even if they were broken.

Wen Zhaoye truly understood her characteristics and wasn't fooled by her. He said in a listless tone:

"Wouldn't it be a burden to bring her along when we buy household items? So, is it buying household items or buying items for her?"

Xu Cuifen was clearly annoyed, but she still reached out and grabbed Wen Jiaojiao's arm, stopping her from speaking. With a smile, she said gently:

"By the way, I'll just take her out for a stroll. She's been staying with my sister for two years, so she probably doesn't even know what the county town looks like anymore."

A few seconds passed, and Wen Jiaojiao, receiving no response, thought for a moment and said:

"Forget it, I'm not going with him. I prefer riding in my dad's cart. It's fast and stable. I'll definitely take him when his leg is better tomorrow."

Wen Zhaoye dropped out of school early due to family difficulties, so his education level was not high, but he still knew the story of "holding the emperor hostage to command the princes".

This mother and daughter are truly cut from the same cloth; one whispers sweet nothings in her father's ear, and the other uses words to coax him to achieve her goal.

He rarely came back each month in recent years, and since he had been earning a considerable amount of money, he was basically always willing to grant Wen Xiaojian's requests.

Although Xu Cuifen also enjoyed the benefits, it was nothing considering that she took good care of Wen Xiaojian while she was away.

But today he discovered that all the kindness shown to him was being given to another person who was completely useless, which was obviously unacceptable.

He said coldly, "You can have him carry you there tomorrow."

The two people inside froze. Xu Cuifen walked out the door, turning back to comfort her daughter before closing it:

"It's okay, Mom will take you tomorrow. If you think it's too sunny, I'll bring you an umbrella."

Wen Zhaoye leaned against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers, and slowly exhaled smoke from his thin lips. His handsome face held a roguish air as he said:

"Tsk, the little wild boar is eating fine bran. Looks like he's really had a good time after going out."

"Before, I could easily run twenty or thirty miles to the market without getting out of breath. Now, when I go out, people drag me along and I complain about the sun. Life is so much better outside, why come home and suffer this poverty?"

Wen Jiaojiao said irritably:

"You're so sarcastic, no wonder you're still single at 23. You deserve to be a bachelor."

Wen Zhaoye lightly brushed his tongue against his back teeth and chuckled twice.

"Indeed, unlike you, a heartthrob. After spending two years at your aunt's house, now when you go to the village or the county town, everyone stares at you for a while."

Wen Jiaojiao was so angry that thick, heavy breaths escaped from her nose, and she glared at him with wide, beautiful eyes, saying:

"What? Did you see where I went or what I did? If you didn't see it, then shut up."

Inside the room, Wen Xiaojian's thunderous snoring filled the air. Wen Zhaoye took a drag of his cigarette, raised a dark eyebrow, and said, not letting the matter rest:

"It doesn't matter whether you see it or not. Anyway, if a child comes to your door calling you 'Mom' or your belly gets big after a while, then things will get interesting."

Wen Jiaojiao didn't know the original owner's specific situation, and it was hard to say whether she had any children who came looking for her.

But the fact that her body was completely innocent gave her some confidence. She gritted her teeth and threatened:

"If my belly doesn't grow bigger after a while, I'll ask you for the baby."

You want it from me?

How can I give it to you?

Wen Zhaoye was, after all, a conservative man. Upon hearing this, his previously unwavering composure cracked, and for the first time ever, he appeared bewildered.

His handsome face flushed crimson, his roguish demeanor turning shy and reserved. The cigarette between his fingers buckled from the excessive force, and though he was defiant, his voice was unnatural as he said:

"If your belly isn't getting bigger, it means you're already pregnant outside. What does that have to do with me? Stop being so shameless."

Wen Jiaojiao's face flushed with anger as she looked up and caught a glimpse of the blush spreading across his neck. She was suddenly struck by his innocent charm.

She thought for a moment, chuckled twice, stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him outside, saying:

"Come on, let's go to the hospital for a checkup today. If I'm still a virgin, you'll give me half of every penny you earn each month."

"If I weren't, I'd be at your beck and call for the rest of my life, never retaliating when you hit or scold me, and never slacking off at work, how about that?"

Her slender hands were soft and tender, like warm steamed egg custard. Wen Zhaoye had never been involved in any physical altercations with a woman before.

His exposed skin was covered in a thin layer of powder, and beads of sweat glistened on his nose as he stood up and forcefully pried her hands apart, saying:

"Let go of me! Are you... a virgin? What are you doing dragging me along? Have you no shame? What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging like this?"

Wen Jiaojiao looked at the man, who was sometimes aloof and sometimes roguish, but now exuded an innocent and timid aura, as if she had found his weakness.

Suppressing her shyness, she grabbed his arm tightly the moment he was freed from her grasp, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said confidently:

"I'm shameless? I'm not as shameless as I seem! I advise you to stay away from me and behave yourself, or I'll drag you into a cornfield, believe it or not?"

His strong arms were forced against something soft, and Wen Zhaoye was so ashamed that his mind went blank. His eyes darted around, and he didn't dare to look at his arms at all.

Her other arm kept rising and falling, feeling that pushing anywhere was inappropriate. Embarrassed and blushing, she scolded in a trembling voice:

"What are you saying? Let go of me right now, do you hear me?"

To gain some standing in the family, Wen Jiaojiao was willing to abandon all pretense of dignity. She tightened her grip on her arms, her voice threatening:

"You've been avoiding answering my questions for ages. Are you planning to hide in the cornfield with me? Hmm?"