There was a knock on the door, followed by a male voice: "Boss, are you there?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Wen Zhaoye threw back the covers and got out of bed with a nonchalant air, saying, "I'll open the door in a bit."

Wen Jiaojiao sat cross-legged on the bed, presumably the person from the factory who had delivered the money. She squinted at Wen Zhaoye, raising her hand to stroke her chin:

This kid's got so much money, how about we fleece a couple more?

But if I did that, wouldn't I become a completely bad person?

Wen Zhaoye took the money and bankbook, and after learning that the new factory was almost ready, he gave a few instructions and said:

"It's too late today. Go get a room and rest here tonight. You can leave tomorrow. I'll reimburse you for the expenses. I'll call you when it's time to eat."

Song Qi is Song Zhu's son. Before leaving, Song Zhu specifically instructed him to check on Wen Zhaoye and Wen Jiaojiao.

He glanced around the room and, upon seeing Wen Jiaojiao, exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, you're sharing a room with her?"

"Our money was stolen, so we can only stay in one room. I'll go downstairs and book another room for myself later."

After what had just happened, Wen Zhaoye was a little afraid to sleep in the same room with her. He didn't want to let her take his body without any clear understanding of what was going on.

I was also a little worried that if she ate it too early, she wouldn't find it fresh anymore, and it wouldn't taste as good to her.

Song Qi agreed without much thought and said:

"That's perfect. We're not leaving today anyway, so how about we go out and have some fun tonight? I've been here quite a few times, and it's more interesting at night than during the day."

Wen Jiaojiao's lips twitched. "..."

Based on Xu Dajun's character, the chances of bumping into him at night are probably 100%.

Wen Zhaoye thought so too, and he agreed:

"Then we'll go after we finish eating downstairs."

Song Qi nodded and walked out. Wen Zhaoye glanced back at Wen Jiaojiao and said:

"Why don't you stay in your room tonight?"

Wen Jiaojiao was confident that she could adapt to the situation just like last time, so she compromised:

"Okay, I'll go too."

Wen Zhaoye counted the money in his hand; it totaled three hundred yuan, including change. He took out two hundred and eighty yuan and handed it to Wen Jiaojiao, saying:

"Here, take these flowers."

Wen Jiaojiao's eyes widened in surprise, and she suddenly felt embarrassed, saying, "No need, the money I'm spending now is... all yours anyway."

Wen Zhaoye pulled her slender hand and firmly placed it in her palm, saying magnanimously, "We're all family, why distinguish between you and me?"

Wen Jiaojiao's guilt intensified rapidly. After all, Wen Zhaoye didn't owe her anything, and she had actually benefited from his indirect care during this time.

Her throat tightened slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she resolutely pulled out two hundred yuan and accepted it.

"Keep the rest for yourself. Consider it a loan, and I'll definitely pay you back later."

Looking at the eighty yuan left in his hand, Wen Zhaoye felt a pang of heartache for her. A bright smile appeared in his dark eyes as he chuckled softly:

"Don't worry about me. I don't have enough money. I brought my savings book. It's yours now, so there's no question of lending it to you. Don't be too touched."

Wen Jiaojiao desperately needed the money and didn't refuse any longer: "..." The money must be repaid later.

They ate dinner at a private restaurant that evening, and Song Qi's gaze kept lingering on Wen Jiaojiao's face.

He had heard of Wen Jiaojiao's reputation, but he couldn't reconcile it with the woman in the rumors.

He paused for a long time before finally stopping eating and saying, "You really..."

"Just eat, why are you talking? Don't think that just because you've been watching me for so long, I don't know you're trying to seduce my sister."

"Isn't it because she's pretty, sensible, gentle, and caring? Do you think I shouldn't be wary and let you get away with it when my darling is being foolish?"

Wen Zhaoye had been watching him for a while, and seeing that his eyes were fixed on Wen Jiaojiao the whole time, he had been feeling annoyed for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but interrupt him with a cold face.

Song Qi was stunned for a moment, then his face turned bright red:

"No, boss, I didn't mean that."

Wen Zhaoye slammed down his chopsticks, a sneer escaping his nose:

"Don't pretend with me. But it's normal that you'd like her. After all, she may not have much else, but she has a lot of good points. Who wouldn't like her?"

Wen Jiaojiao blushed awkwardly at the praise, her gaze lingering between the two of them as she silently stuffed a long piece of seaweed into her mouth.

He is a bit sick, but I really like hearing that.

Song Qi looked at him awkwardly, not understanding what he was up to. After a long pause, he stammered:

"I have someone I like, so don't overthink it."

Wen Zhaoye breathed a sigh of relief, but also said with a slight hint of disdain:

"You have no taste! My sister is such an outstanding person, everyone would like her. Are you the only one who's being special?"

Song Qi glanced at Wen Jiaojiao with a lack of confidence in his eyes:

"She is pretty, but I really can't see that many good points about her. You must be joking with me."

Wen Zhaoye: "If you can't even see such obvious advantages, then you should go see an ophthalmologist. Who has time to joke with you anymore?"

Song Qi was increasingly confused, completely baffled as to what had gotten into Wen Zhaoye, but he dared not even consider the possibility that Wen Zhaoye might like Wen Jiaojiao.

He pondered for a moment, considering Wen Zhaoye's position in the family, and figured he must need something from Wen Jiaojiao, so he was indirectly flattering her. He couldn't help but agree:

"Yes, yes, she is indeed full of advantages, completely different from what people in the factory say about her."

"That's more like it, but even if you think she's great, you absolutely mustn't have any other thoughts."

Wen Zhaoye felt much better, and he continued to advise:

"Also, remember to go back to the factory and tell my sister how good she is. If I hear anyone talking nonsense about my sister again when I get back, I'll fire them."

Song Qi swallowed hard, and Fu He said:

"Yes, yes."

Wen Jiaojiao was overjoyed by the praise and couldn't help but eat two extra pounds of seaweed.

Seeing that Wen Zhaoye's complexion had returned to normal and he had completely put aside his earlier unpleasantness, Song Qi spoke up:

"Boss, I heard there are many famous nightclubs around here, want to go?"

Wen Zhaoye didn't know Xu Dajun's exact address, but it was near the farmers' market that Li You had mentioned.

He had planned to wait at the arcade all day for Li Cuihua, but Wen Jiaojiao kept interrupting him.

It was simply impossible to implement, and he hoped to meet Xu Dajun that night to get an answer, otherwise the longer this matter dragged on, the more anxious and irritable he would become.

He put aside his earlier displeasure and nodded, saying:

"Okay, I can go take a look."