"Then how much salary will you pay me? Given our relationship, it should be..." Wen Jiaojiao stopped mid-sentence, realizing she had no idea about prices and wages in this era.
Just as she was calculating how much base salary to offer, she heard Wen Zhaoye let out a very low chuckle, followed by a sexy and alluring voice:
“Why talk about wages when we’re family? My dear sister is being too formal.”
Delicate girl?
Wen Jiaojiao was annoyed by the nickname; her beautiful face froze for a moment, then she said indignantly:
"Screw you, I'm not going to tear down the factory for you. Look at your stingy attitude, you'll make sure your wife is worked to death by your tyranny."
Wen Zhaoye stood up, his tall and imposing figure startling Wen Jiaojiao, who thought he was about to hit her. She quickly took two steps back. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he raised an eyebrow and said:
"Then you're mistaken. When I get married, I won't let my wife do anything. She just needs to be a good boss's wife. But you're different. You'll be used to the point of exhaustion."
Wen Jiaojiao puffed out her fair cheeks and exhaled, saying:
“I’m not going. Even if I go, I won’t work. If you force me to work, I’ll just steal the stuff and sell it for money.”
Wen Zhaoye stared intently at her charmingly adorable, pouting expression, and his smile deepened as he said:
"It's okay, I'll beat you half to death and then carry the sewing machine to your bedside so you can do it."
Wen Jiaojiao's face froze, and she turned around angrily, saying, "You wait, I'm going to get my dad to scold you right now."
Wen Zhaoye, showing no fear whatsoever, followed him out and said, "If you have any problems, go find an adult. Do you think you're a child?"
Zhang Xiaofang ladled water into another pot of water, glancing at the seemingly quarrelsome yet strangely harmonious atmosphere between the two, and felt that something was amiss.
They used to barely speak a word to each other all day, and even when they argued, it was as if they wanted to kill each other.
Given that Wen Jiaojiao embezzled the money, it's already quite remarkable that Wen Zhaoye didn't kill her; he's even joking with her while smiling.
Could it be, just like during their argument, that he likes promiscuous women?
Wen Xiaojian's family has two vegetable gardens. One is in a corner of the yard where they grow some scallions, garlic, cilantro, and other vegetables for easy picking. The other is behind the house where they grow a large area of various seasonal vegetables.
Wen Zhaoye glanced at the small vegetable garden in the yard; the lettuce had all been pulled up, leaving only a few green peppers.
He instructed the girl, "Go get a basket and pick some vegetables from the back garden."
Wen Jiaojiao leaned over the fence, peeking half her body out behind the house. She saw a patch of wheat, a blend of green and yellow, and weeds on the ridges. She turned to him and said:
"Won't snakes dart out from this kind of road? It looks so dangerous. These days, transportation is so inconvenient. If I get bitten, I'll probably be dead by the time I get to the hospital."
Wen Zhaoye picked the chili peppers, suppressing a smile as he said:
"You've been away from home for two years, and now you've become so pretentious, haven't you?"
Wen Jiaojiao refused:
"Either you go, or you come with me; otherwise, I dare not go."
Zhang Xiaofang walked out of the kitchen and enthusiastically said:
"Jiaojiao, how about I go with you? I've already put the pig feed in the pot and started cooking. We should be able to feed the pigs when we get back."
Driven by a desire for revenge, Wen Jiaojiao used incredibly flattering language:
"Sure, you can have lunch at my house. My brother is a master chef; he'll make you a feast today."
Wen Zhaoye had originally only planned to cook a simple meal, but now that she was having someone stay for dinner, she couldn't afford to leave the impression of being stingy.
Although these days, when you invite someone to dinner, the food is usually not fancy, his family is not like ordinary families, and with other people present, they couldn't just walk away and refuse to go.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Wen Jiaojiao, stay in the kitchen and help me out later."
Wen Jiaojiao, carrying a small willow basket, followed behind Zhang Xiaofang, turning back to smile lightly:
"Okay, brother."
A breeze ruffled the stray hairs at her temples, brushing against her cheek. Her beautiful, peach-blossom eyes brimmed with a gentle smile, her skin as white as snow, and her exquisite face radiant with beauty.
Wen Zhaoye's body stiffened slightly, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes. By the time he realized what had happened, the person had already walked far away.
The center of the wheat field, where green and yellow meet, was transformed into a stunningly beautiful scene by a vibrant touch of pale yellow.
His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. He swallowed hard, and for the first time, he was gripped by self-doubt.
Could it be that she was right?
I didn't think she was pretty before I was with Xu Dajun, but now that she's back, I think she's incredibly beautiful.
The vegetable garden was watered yesterday afternoon; the soil was moist and soft, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.
Wen Jiaojiao bent down, took off her beaded slippers covered in thick, wet mud, held them in her hand, and stepped barefoot into the mud.
Zhang Xiaofang stood in the vegetable garden, picking ripe eggplants, and said something cryptic:
"Jiaojiao, it seems like your relationship with your brother has gotten better."
Wen Jiaojiao tried to get information out of him:
"Did you think our relationship was bad before? I don't think so."
Zhang Xiaofang had feelings for Wen Zhaoye even before Xu Cuifen married Wen Xiaojian. Later, when this relationship developed, and the other siblings had a falling out with Wen Jiaojiao...
She was the only one who kept playing with her, just to get closer to Wen Zhaoye, so naturally she knew everything about her.
“In the past, Brother Zhaoye would do as many jobs as he could. Every time he got paid, you would go and ask for it. If he didn’t give it to you, you would make a scene at his workplace and ruin many of his orders. Many times, seeing Brother Zhaoye’s attitude, I was afraid he would punch you to death at any moment.”
A flicker of fear crossed Wen Jiaojiao's face:
"Has he ever hit me or my mom?"
Zhang Xiaofang shook her head and said:
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