Wen Zhaoye took the opportunity to reach out and wrap his arm around her slender waist, bringing his handsome face close to her profile, his eyebrows raised as he said:

"Honey, just have a little something tonight. If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement."

Just then, Aunt Pang, carrying a basin of lard, walked to the door. She saw Wen Zhaoye about to kiss Wen Jiaojiao, paused, and turned away shyly.

Zhao Ye, how come I never noticed he was in such a hurry before?

Suddenly, Wen Jiaojiao glanced at the door and said awkwardly, "There are people watching outside."

Wen Zhaoye trembled in shock, withdrawing his hand like a student caught red-handed by a teacher. His ears turned red, and he looked up, his voice unnatural as he said:

"Auntie Pang, is something the matter?"

The plump auntie turned around awkwardly, smiled, and said:

"I was just thinking that if you go back to the county town, could you take these salted duck eggs with my Da Mei?"

Wen Zhaoye was filled with annoyance at being interrupted. He picked up his chopsticks again and ate his food, saying:

"I won't be going to the men's clothing factory for the time being, I don't have time."

"Well... I'll head back now." Aunt Pang said awkwardly and left: There's no one home, and he's in such a hurry, could it be that he wants something to happen?

Wen Jiaojiao turned and went into the house, saying:

"Go to sleep. Don't even think about it tonight."

Wen Zhaoye cleared away the dishes and then went to the kitchen to boil water. After Wen Jiaojiao finished her bath, he sat in the bathtub without any hesitation.

Wen Jiaojiao said with her back to him:

"I'm going back to the county town tomorrow. I don't want to stay here."

Wen Zhaoye stood up and wiped his body, saying:

"Honey, I think we should set our wedding date now. How about next month? We won't be having children for now, so we don't need to worry about anything else."

Wen Jiaojiao felt annoyed: "..." After getting married, he comes openly every day. Who can stand it?

Suddenly, a strong scent of hormones enveloped her, and she felt a faint, warm breath on her long neck.

She was internally frantic, and gritted her teeth as she said, "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Wen Zhaoye wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace, his hot chest pressed against her back, his voice soft and alluring as he said:

"Just for a moment, honey?"

Before Wen Jiaojiao could even refuse, her lips were sealed by his sexy, thin lips. She raised her arm to brace against his shoulder.

But Wen Zhaoye gripped her slender wrists tightly with one hand, pinning them above her head, and lifted his leg to dodge her legs.

Wen Jiaojiao lay flat on the bed, her beautiful eyes red and swollen as she looked at him, who seemed to be driven by lust.

If I stay any longer, I'll die in bed.

As dawn broke, the sky was bathed in golden light.

The family was having breakfast at the table when Wen Zhaoye said, "We have to go back to the county town today. We won't stay here, and we won't be coming back tonight."

Xu Cuifen felt she needed to hurry and have intercourse every day in the coming days to increase the chances of getting pregnant. She quickly said:

“You can go during the day, but you have to come back at night…”

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Xiaojian stepped on her foot, and under her gaze, coughed lightly and said:

"Alright, you guys go ahead."

After Xu Cuifen and the other two left, she asked in bewilderment, "Old man, it's only been a few days, why didn't you hurry up?"

Wen Xiaojian calmly ate his meal: "Alright, you don't understand men." Once you've tasted the sweetness, how can you hold back? Why bother with all that effort?

"Okay, anyway, it's done now."

After Xu Cuifen finished speaking, she went into Wen Jiaojiao's room, rolled up the straw mat covered in white grime, and carried it to the well to wash it. She grinned and said with a smile:

"Judging from this situation, she'll be able to hold her grandson soon. My little Jiaojiao is definitely going to be a young mistress."

Meanwhile, Wen Jiaojiao arrived at the factory, but she had no interest in operating the sewing machine. She went to the office and said:

"Bro, did those bodybuilding pants sell?"

Wen Zhaoye raised his eyebrows and said, "Wife, I also wanted to tell you that these pants are selling really well. Many customers are placing additional orders for them."

"Let me see the ledger." Wen Jiaojiao sat at the desk, and as he handed it to her, she carefully calculated the total: a little over ten thousand yuan.

Wen Zhaoye's main business is low profit margins and high volume sales, so his initial investment must be quite substantial.

Then I'll take seven thousand. It's a bit much, but all the future profits will go to him, so he won't lose out.

Wen Zhaoye sat beside her, his handsome eyes gazing at her with a look of infatuation, his voice soft and alluring as he said:

"Honey, there's a room on the third floor with a view of the stars. Shall we stay there tonight?"

Wen Jiaojiao: "..." They've been at it for a moment, and now they're even playing tricks on us?

Seeing that she remained silent, Wen Zhaoye raised his arm and placed it on the back of the chair behind her, leaning closer to her and saying:

"How is your wife?"

"Anything is fine."

Despite feeling numb and uncomfortable, Wen Jiaojiao decided to indulge herself with him one more time to repay him, since she was planning to leave the next day.

Wen Zhaoye: "Honey, I need to calculate my salary now. If you're free, could you stay with me for a while?"

Wen Jiaojiao turned to look at him in surprise and said:

"Don't you hold back a month's salary here?"

“Other factories do it this way, but I only hold them for three days. And many of the people here are from men’s clothing factories, so I just send them all out as soon as I need to, which saves me the trouble.”

Then wouldn't I be able to take my salary before leaving? It might not be much, but it's still hard-earned money.

Wen Jiaojiao's eyes brightened slightly: "Then will you withhold my salary?"

Wen Zhaoye frowned, puzzled, and said, "I've already given you the family savings account, do you still want to calculate your salary?"

Wen Jiaojiao said confidently, "Why doesn't it count? What belongs to the family belongs to the family. This is money I earned with my own hands."

What you did is worth at most two dollars, and one of those dollars was made by me. I can't even ask you to pay me.

Wen Zhaoye realized this and chuckled softly:

"Okay, payday is the day after tomorrow, I'll calculate yours too."

"Don't withhold my three days' wages. And I'm going back to work on my sewing machine now." With that, Wen Jiaojiao pushed him away and returned to her seat.

I withdrew my seven thousand yuan from my savings account; it's what I deserve, and I have a clear conscience.

Once you have money, you can take a bus, transfer from station to station, settle down in other places, and then slowly explore your career.