“Zhaoye, now that you’ve finished the work in the fields and cooked dinner at home, you’re always running around outside without doing anything. You don’t lift a finger to help with any housework. Look at Jiaojiao, she even thinks about us old folks when she’s out.”

"Are you blind? Did you plant those rice seedlings on those few acres of land while leaning on your cane? Eat or don't eat, I've spoiled you."

Wen Zhaoye left those words irritably, ignoring Wen Xiaojian's trembling lips, and hurriedly went back to his room.

He glanced at the vanity, then looked away, not finding the peach shortbread in any obvious place, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips:

She ate it all in one go, and didn't even find it too greasy. I'll give it to her again next time.

Wen Jiaojiao had already showered and was lying in bed in her pajamas. She glanced at Wen Zhaoye after hearing their earlier bickering and said:

"Brother, if I may ask, is Dad your biological father?"

Wen Zhaoye sat on the edge of the bed, not taking it to heart at all, and said:

"I don't know, I guess not. People have always said that we don't look alike since we were little."

Wen Zhaoye held no grudge against Wen Xiaojian, nor did he take the unpleasant incident to heart. He sat on the edge of the bed and said:

"It doesn't matter whether it is or not. Anyway, I was born to my mother and raised by him, so he is my biological father."

The book makes no mention of his background or family, but ever since Wen Jiaojiao witnessed his life firsthand, she's always felt something was amiss.

She became interested and said, "What if it's not him? Don't you want to go find your biological father?"

"I'm so bored, should I find another dad to support me?"

Wen Zhaoye felt there was something wrong with her thinking. After all, he was successful in his career, and even if he did poorly in the future, it would still be a bright future.

There's a 99.9% chance the other person is richer than him, so once they find out he exists, they'll most likely come knocking on his door demanding money.

His current thought is that by serving Wen Xiaojian until he leaves, he can repay all the debts of gratitude.

The more Wen Jiaojiao thought about it, the more convinced she became that Wen Zhaoye wasn't her biological son. After all, no matter how powerful the pillow talk was...

In this era of patriarchal preference, there are only those who favor one son over another, not those who don't love their own.

She whispered her analysis: "What if the other party is a multi-millionaire? Wouldn't you lose a hundred million directly?"

“He’s so rich, he must have more than one son. I don’t want to get involved in this mess. I’ll earn my own money.”

After he finished speaking in a cool and aloof tone, Wen Jiaojiao frowned slightly and looked at him with a hint of disdain, saying:

"Your thinking is toxic. Who says rich families have to have many sons?" My family is so rich, and I'm still an only child.

This means,

Could it be that you're afraid I'll make her desperately try to have a son for me?

A shy smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's handsome face, and he said with an ambiguous expression, "You're thinking really far ahead."

"That's a lower-down mentality," Wen Jiaojiao said dismissively, taking it as an excuse.

"???"

Wen Zhaoye couldn't understand. He found that he often heard some words he couldn't understand from her. Before, he could guess and make sense by listening to a sentence, but now he was completely confused.

Wen Jiaojiao composed herself, realizing that in this era, such thinking was perfectly normal.

She shook her head and said, "It's nothing."