Just as the group was talking all at once, Wen Jiaojiao's face darkened, and she suddenly raised her right hand. The group was startled and stopped talking, thinking she was going to hit them.
The sleeves of her mink coat were a bit long, so when she raised her hand, her large gold bracelet wasn't showing.
Wen Jiaojiao looked slightly embarrassed, but she didn't give up and raised her hand again, finally revealing the large gold bracelet.
Then, as if in slow motion hundreds of times, the scene flashed before their eyes, and then, as if casually brushing a stray hair behind her ear, she said:
"What did you just say? I didn't quite catch that. Who's not getting any suitors?"
Those around her stared in silence at her large gold bracelet, half the width of her palm.
Such a wide gold bracelet, doesn't it feel uncomfortable to wear it all over?
One of the people gathered by the roadside exclaimed in surprise:
"Jiaojiao, is this pure gold? It looks like it costs a lot of money."
Wen Jiaojiao ignored them, giving the group of sarcastic people a cold and arrogant glance. She then raised her left hand, deliberately showing off her watch to check the time, and said in a detached tone:
"It's only a few hundred yuan."
Everyone stared at her Seagull watch, their voices choked with emotion once more.
"Why is my neck a little sore?" To cover up this huge misunderstanding, Wen Jiaojiao pretended to realize something, raised her hand, and pulled out the large gold chain under her T-shirt collar, saying:
"Oh, I forgot, it's because of this big gold chain. I've only worn it for a few days, and my neck is already so sore. I hope it doesn't give me cervical spondylosis."
Everyone: "..." This is the first time I've heard of cervical spondylosis being contracted this way.
Wu Ying rolled her eyes:
"Who knows if it's true or false."
"Here, take a bite." Wen Jiaojiao, in a very good-natured manner, pulled the gold chain and held it to her lips. Wu Ying, not believing it, took a bite, and it was indeed soft. But she was unconvinced and said:
"It's definitely a mix of real and fake."
Wen Jiaojiao switched to another bead and held it to her lips, saying:
“I’ll take a bite out of each one. If there’s a fake one, I’ll give you my brother.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye, who had been watching her pretentious performance, froze with a smile. Fortunately, he was extremely confident in the jewelry and remained silent.
Wen Jiaojiao was sweating profusely from the heat of her mink coat, and she kept changing the beads she was biting.
Only when he couldn't find a single intact bead on the large gold chain did he finally put it around his neck with satisfaction, a slightly smug expression on his face, and said:
"Tsk, why are your eyes so red? Could it be conjunctivitis?"
The person who had spoken earlier from the roadside said again, "By the way, Jiaojiao, why didn't your man come back with you?"
"I dumped her." Wen Jiaojiao said casually, and the crowd's expressions ranged from surprise to disgust. She was sure she was lying.
Wen Jiaojiao knew what they were thinking. She walked to the roadside and, feigning composure, began to brainwash them:
"You all know I have high standards, and he's too young, not mature or stable enough."
He even threatened to kill himself by handing over the business to me all the time. How could someone like me, who just wanted to enjoy life, accept that? So I was so scared that I fled back home that very night.
Wu Ying looked unconvinced, as if she had caught someone red-handed, and scoffed:
"What are you pretending for? It's just that your mother exaggerated, and you're covering for her."
Wen Jiaojiao sized her up, never expecting her to have such a sharp eye. She stubbornly insisted:
"Then explain to me where the mink coat and gold that suddenly appeared on my body came from?"
Wu Ying said in a strange tone:
"Maybe she was being kept by a sugar daddy, and when he got tired of her, he gave her a breakup fee."
Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind:
"I bought the things, and I insisted on bringing her back because I want to marry her."
Wen Zhaoye's uncle was stunned for a moment, then looked disapproving and said, "Zhaoye, she's been with someone before, how could you be so foolish?"
Wen Zhaoye didn't take it to heart at all and calmly said, "It means someone wants her, which is better than finding someone no one wants."
Everyone's faces froze, not understanding why they had this idea.
The older woman then chimed in, "She's had children before, and you're still eager to become her stepfather."
Wen Zhaoye said calmly:
"This means she is healthy and fertile. Isn't that better than marrying someone who is bedridden or doesn't know how to come home when it rains?"
Everyone looked at her with expressions that said, "Are you out of your mind? You can only compare her to this kind of woman?" Wu Ying interjected:
"She could run away with a man and just like that, abandon him without a second thought."
Wen Zhaoye: "This shows that she is very brave in love, and also decisive when she doesn't love someone."
Seeing that her son's situation was hopeless, Aunt Liu felt resentful and said, "She's lazy and good-for-nothing."
"Who doesn't want to eat well? Who wants to work themselves to death all day long?"
When Wen Zhaoye spoke, everyone fell silent again. He continued, "So she's no different from anyone else; that's just a normal person's thought."
Wu Ying persisted, saying, "She can't do anything. When you get home from get off work, you won't even have a hot meal."
Wen Zhaoye leaned against the motorcycle with his long legs crossed. He slightly raised his eyes, gazing into Wen Jiaojiao's bright, clear eyes in the cool moonlight, and chuckled softly:
“My wife doesn’t need to do anything. I’ll hire a nanny to take care of her every day. Cooking and laundry are the nanny’s job. It’s not her fault if she doesn’t get a hot meal.”
"She's also a spendthrift. Look at any other woman who dresses like her. She can buy a piece of clothing that an ordinary person could earn in several years."
Wen Zhaoye answered fluently:
“The purpose of making money is to spend it. If I don’t spend the money on her, then there’s no point in me making money.”
"She's pretty, she might fall for another man and dump you."
After thinking for a moment, Wen Zhaoye nodded:
"I really can't refute that."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The next second, Wen Zhaoye said sincerely:
"So I will work hard to outdo all the other men and make sure she can't find anyone better than me."
Hearing his shocking remarks, everyone was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
Wen Jiaojiao was drenched in fragrant sweat from the heat, her stray hairs clinging to her flushed face. Having heard the whole story, she suddenly felt a sense of pride and said happily:
"Brother, we're home."
Wen Zhaoye restarted the motorcycle, his handsome face showing a roguish smile as he looked at her, tilting his head and saying:
"Wife, come up here."
All eyes turned to Wen Jiaojiao. Her face stiffened for a moment, and she walked over and got into the car, looking rather embarrassed.
"Be more discreet when you go out, or I'll be in the gossip again tomorrow."
"What are you afraid of? From now on, I'll be the first to disagree with anyone who criticizes you."
The motorcycle roared away amidst the crowd's attention, and everyone erupted in cheers once again.
"This Jiaojiao, how come she's so cunning? She's completely bewitched Zhaoye."
"And they're not even married yet, and he's already calling her 'wife.' I never realized Zhaoye was so shameless before."
"I guess she was influenced by Jiaojiao; she learns from whoever she associates with."
"Yes, yes, but this Jiaojiao is indeed quite capable. She dumped the big boss one day and then followed a small boss the next."
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