Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed even more deeply. With Wen Xiaojian at home, he was at a loss for what to do with her and said in embarrassment and annoyance:

"Your shamelessness has truly opened my eyes. You've been away for two years and come back as a thug. Let go of me right now, do you hear me?"

"Fine, anyway, if you offend me again in the future, you'll face even harsher punishment."

Seeing his angry expression, Wen Jiaojiao was afraid he would slap her hard twice, so she let go of his hand after giving him a warning and lay down on the bed with peace of mind.

Now they should behave themselves for a while, right?

She closed her eyes and was happily thinking when suddenly, a "click" sound came from the side, the warm breeze stopped abruptly, and the electric fan turned in Wen Zhaoye's direction and clicked again.

Wen Zhaoye released his hand from the fan and, under Wen Jiaojiao's incredulous gaze, closed his eyes and lay down.

"If you really dare to drag me into the cornfield, I guarantee I'll cripple your limbs first. You still want to control me? Wen Jiaojiao, you've really grown some guts."

Wen Jiaojiao pursed her lips and glanced at the empty bed space that was still some distance from the fan.

She suppressed the shyness and fear rising in her heart, and without hesitation, got out of bed and lay down straight on her back.

"This is great, it saves us from arguing. We can sleep like this from now on." Let's see if you can stick to it.

A strong wind ruffled her hair, a few strands lightly brushing against Wen Zhaoye's handsome face, causing a slight tickle. His high, straight nose was filled with a pleasant fragrance that soothed his senses and stirred up restlessness.

He sensed something was wrong, opened his eyes in alarm, and saw her peaceful sleeping face with her eyes closed and lightly dozing. He hurriedly got out of bed without even putting on his shoes, supporting himself with his arms at his sides.

Although lifestyles are gradually becoming more open in this era, the sight of young men and women lying in bed together still sparks endless rumors and gossip.

He glanced anxiously at the window, thankfully no one was passing by, and his heart eased considerably. He still kept his voice low as he spoke:

"Wen Jiaojiao, are you so desperate for men? You'll sleep with anyone!"

Wen Jiaojiao calmly opened her eyes and stared at his flushed, handsome face. She crossed her legs, smugly swinging her little feet on top of them, and said in a completely unfathomable tone:

"This is really ridiculous. I've told you I'm tough, but you wouldn't believe me. I'll tell you again now: don't mess with me in the future. Since I've already lost my reputation, I'm not afraid to ruin yours with my own body."

Will she ruin my reputation with her body?

A blush crept up Wen Zhaoye's face to his neck, his thin lips parted as if to speak but he hesitated, realizing that talking to a woman who wasn't afraid of gossip was pointless.

He closed his eyes to suppress the urge to swear, turned around, picked up a short-sleeved shirt, put it on, and walked out of the room.

Wen Jiaojiao moved the fan around and comfortably lay back down on her bed: "..."

Tch, looks impressive, but that's all the skill he has. Anyway, I still need to figure out a way to survive before leaving this place.

Otherwise, if the original owner were to return and had the same protective instincts as Xu Cuifen, wouldn't he be in trouble?

Wen Jiaojiao's parents made a little money by baking steamed buns, but before they could pass on their craft to her at the age of 20, their shop was demolished.

One family, with the mindset of being chosen ones to enjoy a life of luxury, simply chose to lie down and relax.

She already had poor grades, and the cause of her death was that she used the excuse of taking sick leave to go on a trip, but ended up buying an 8 a.m. plane ticket and being unable to get out of bed.

I had to change my ticket and just barely made it onto the crashed plane. So, taking the college entrance exam in this day and age is pure nonsense, isn't it?

At the same time, she was also afraid that if she worked herself to death and passed the exam using this identity, the original owner would come back and enjoy the benefits, which would be worse than killing her.

If they were to open a clothing factory like the male and female protagonists in the original story, they wouldn't even have enough money. If they were to go out and look for work, Xu Cuifen would be afraid she'd run off with someone else, so she wouldn't allow it.

Moreover, her reputation in the village and the county is now terrible. She's like a rat crossing the street, constantly being yelled at and cursed. She doesn't want to put up with that.

After thinking it over, Wen Jiaojiao suddenly sat up and said to the man sitting by the door smoking:

"Brother, does your Chenxuan Garment Factory need someone to collect money? I know how to count money, and I'm really good at it. You can just give me a small salary every month."

"roll."

Wen Zhaoye had just recovered from the shock of sharing a bed with her, and upon hearing her unambiguous words, he couldn't help but retort with a single word.

Wen Jiaojiao sighed and lay back down, saying:

"You're so stingy. All I wanted was to find a job to ease the burden on my family. It's just that I see how hard it is for you to support the family all by yourself."

Wen Zhaoye sat with his legs dangling and knees spread apart on the yellowed bamboo chair, flicked the ash from his cigarette with his fingertips, and said in a low voice:

"If you really had a conscience, that would be great. I let you collect the money, but by the end of the month you ran off with it, and I couldn't even pay the workers' wages."

Wen Jiaojiao, hearing his continued insistence, retorted:

"That was before, not the me now. You're still hung up on that, aren't you?"

Wen Zhaoye recalled how the money he had borrowed to expand the business had vanished without a trace, and a fire ignited within him, causing his tone to turn somber as he said:

"Of course I can't make it. Those eight hundred yuan would take a city dweller more than a year to earn without eating or drinking. And my money just disappeared in the blink of an eye. Who wouldn't feel heartbroken?"

The thought of being scorned and scolded for taking on the original owner's identity completely dispelled any feelings of entitlement Wen Jiaojiao had.

At least I've suffered for now. Once the original female lead returns in a couple of years, maybe no one will even mention it anymore. It's a win-win situation, I guess.

She was determined to improve family relationships, saying:

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Come in and rest for a while. You can have the electric fan too. I'll definitely repay you by working like a slave for you from now on."

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