Zhou Xingchao usually doesn't care about these kinds of gossip.
His wife works at a school, and there are quite a few teachers in this residential compound who also work at the same school as his wife.
During my commute to and from get off work, gossip spread throughout the compound.
Zhou Xingchao found the claims about Wen Qiao seducing people to be absurd.
He had met Wen Qiao and knew that she was not the vixen or seductive woman they described.
Zhou Xingchao then told Shen Jichuan what he had heard from his wife.
“We’ve worked together for so many years, and now that you’re getting married, I’m happier than anyone else. Congratulations to you. Wen Qiao is a bit young, but she’s a good person.”
“She shouldn’t have to endure these insults just because she married you. As her husband, you have to protect your wife.”
Shen Jichuan's expression was noticeably more somber than when he arrived.
"I see."
Shen Jichuan had mixed feelings during this dinner.
He never imagined that marrying Wen Qiao would subject her to so many verbal insults.
He always thought that the pressure was coming from the old family home, and that he could just bear it.
Unexpectedly, it was an ordinary neighbor, someone who was completely unrelated to them.
They can all casually mention Wen Qiao.
After school, Wen Qiao left school with everyone and rode her bike home.
When she got home, she looked at the dark living room and thought Shen Jichuan wasn't there, but then she saw smoke coming from the sofa.
"Sir, you're home, why aren't the lights on?"
Wen Qiao turned on the light and looked at the man sitting on the sofa.
She seemed quite down.
She put down her bag and walked towards Shen Jichuan.
As soon as she walked over, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
He pressed his low, husky voice against her neck.
"Wen Qiao, if you don't want to marry me, you can leave now, it's not too late..."
Wen Qiao reached out and hugged his waist, asking softly:
"What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts? If you don't want to marry me, I don't have to."
"I want you."
He suddenly said something else.
His hand eagerly reached inside Wen Qiao's clothes.
I was a little impatient, anxious and flustered.
Wen Qiao rolled over and was pinned down on the sofa.
His kiss carried the bitter taste of smoke, which Wen Qiao disliked, so she turned her head away and refused to let him kiss her.
His kisses were unstoppable, like a storm.
It landed on her temples, her neck, and then wrapped around her fair ears.
"Don't……."
Shen Jichuan chuckled softly, "So this is where it is."
Her sensitive spots.
Wen Qiao asked breathlessly, "What's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"
"They're talking badly about you, why don't they tell me?"
She's so young, yet she has to bear so much gossip and rumors.
It wasn't that Wen Qiao seduced him; it was that he willingly succumbed to her and wanted her.
If there is any mistake between them, it is his fault, not Wen Qiao's.
He was older than Wen Qiao, who was younger and less mature.
But he's almost forty, and he married a young girl. Shouldn't he be the one in the wrong? Why is it only Wen Qiao who's at fault?
"I'm sorry you had to go through this," he said softly.
Wen Qiao reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering breathlessly:
“I’m not wronged. I should have expected these rumors when I chose to marry you. If I can’t handle them, then I don’t deserve to marry you…”
“Wen Qiao…”
He whispered her name, everything was understood without words.
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