Two women were whispering to each other from across the door.

"Look at what's hanging on that clothesline. It's obviously not something a decent woman would wear."

"Last time I went to the county town, I saw those kinds of bras sold in a small clothing store. They were five yuan a set."

But her style... it's not as flashy. This girl has been out there for two years and looks even more radiant than before. Maybe she's doing some kind of shady business."

“Auntie, you know what, my son told me that now that things have opened up outside, people who do shameless business can make a lot of money.”

The clothing issue refers entirely to Wen Jiaojiao herself and has nothing to do with the original owner of this body. Since no fighting broke out after waiting for so long, Wen Jiaojiao probably knew that Xu Cuifen wasn't home.

Her bright face was contorted with rage; a burning heat surged through her veins, and her gaze swept across the room, but she found no suitable tools.

Under Wen Zhaoye's mocking gaze, he stormed out and angrily confronted the older woman standing at the alley entrance, saying in a huff:

"Your son said he's been to prostitutes, right? He's so experienced! I'm going to report your family to the village chief right now."

And you, talking so loudly, aren't you afraid of disturbing your dilapidated house so much that it might collapse and kill you?

What I wear is none of your business. In less than 20 years, all women will be wearing this kind of clothing.

"If you wear them then, it means you're planning to sell yourself. Of course, if you die in the next couple of days, you definitely won't get to wear them."

The older woman was named Wu Ying. She had previously spoken openly and secretly with Wen Xiaojian, asking Wen Zhaoye to take a liking to the daughters of her four younger brothers.

He even mentioned that he could choose any of his eight nieces, and that he could give any two of them as betrothal gifts.

Every time, Wen Xiaojian would happily agree to let Wen Zhaoye come back and have his fortune told, but the next day he would change his mind.

In this kind of situation, the woman certainly shouldn't be too eager, but seeing that Wen Zhaoye's business was growing bigger and bigger, and that his family had built a new house,

Thinking that by establishing a marriage alliance, they could at least secure a managerial position for their son at the factory.

So, undeterred, they asked every year, only to be met with the same answer: a man should focus on his career first. Even after becoming the richest man in the village, the matter remained unresolved.

Last year, she made a big move: seeing Wen Zhaoye at home during the Lunar New Year, she couldn't wait to run to her parents' home in Xiaowu Village.

He summoned all eight of his nieces, those who weren't yet engaged and those who weren't married, hoping to find someone he liked and then break off the engagement with the other.

As a result, the eight people lined up at the door, and before they even started pretending to visit each other, Xu Cuifen saw them and locked the door before she had even finished her New Year's Eve dinner.

She gradually realized that it must have been Xu Cuifen who came up with the scheme all along, and that she had been making sarcastic remarks all along.

Having just witnessed Xu Cuifen carrying a hoe out the door, and then coincidentally running into Cai Xia standing at the window, I mustered my courage and spoke up first.

Wu Ying pointed at Wen Jiaojiao and cursed:

"You little brat, you're shameless and you won't let others mention it? What respectable woman would wear something like this?"

I brought it up, I said you were selling yourself outside, and your shameless mother too.

Zhao Ye is someone we've watched grow up since he was a child. He's so old and still not married, it's making us anxious. I think you two are deliberately trying to keep him a bachelor so you can get some money to spend every month.

Cai Xia only wanted to get her son a job as a seamstress at Wen Zhaoye's clothing factory some time ago.

As a result, Xu Cuifen accepted the gifts but failed to complete the task properly; she ended up only working as a middle-level ironing worker.

She also said that her son, Wen Xiaojie, wasn't very bright, and that ironing was an easy and simple job. Although the salary was nowhere near that of a seamstress, at least he had a job.

She couldn't swallow this insult, and from then on, she wouldn't even acknowledge him when they met. Now, with a hint of revenge in her voice, she said:

"Exactly, Zhao Ye is such a good boy. He's not someone that any promiscuous woman could be worthy of. It's like a toad trying to eat swan meat."

Wen Jiaojiao stood at the door, looking at the two people dozens of meters away, her face flushed with anger, and said defiantly:

"If he wants to get married, who can stop him? This only shows that he himself doesn't want to get married."

Besides, even if he gets married, he can't forget my dad. He still has to support him. What does that have to do with whether he stays single or not?

As for whether he's morally upright or not, maybe he actually enjoys women who are promiscuous and unrestrained; he's secretly quite horny, you just don't know it.

When Wen Zhaoye came out after changing his clothes, his smile froze, and he said in a deep voice, "Wen Jiaojiao, do you want to die?"

Wen Jiaojiao turned her head away, still annoyed:

"Who told you to watch this joke?"

Looking at her angry, glaring expression, Wen Zhaoye found it inexplicably amusing.

He raised a brow slightly, his voice deep and resonant: "What, you've made a fool of yourself, and now I'm not allowed to watch?"

"I won't let you see it, otherwise I'll ruin your reputation and say that we slept together and then you didn't want to take responsibility, causing me to have two or three abortions. You said you ran off with someone because you were afraid no one would want you."

Wen Jiaojiao knew he was proud, so she used this as leverage to finish her sentence in a deep voice. As his face flushed red, she turned around and shouted loudly at Cai Xia and Wu Ying:

"And you guys, if you dare say another word to me, I'll get my mom to beat you to death and smash up your house. You don't believe me? Just try me."

Xu Cuifen was known throughout the village for her fierceness, especially when it came to her daughter. She would beat and argue without hesitation, regardless of right or wrong.

Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't have chosen to be sarcastic and sarcastic when she wasn't home.

I never expected that Wen Jiaojiao, who used to be tongue-tied and only knew how to grumble with a sullen face, would now know how to tattle.

Wen Xiaojian's snoring was interrupted by a final low growl, and he opened his eyes in surprise, saying:

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