Vendors set up their stalls, filling the whole street with a lively, bustling atmosphere.
Wen Zhaoye wrapped one arm around her slender neck, his flushed and hazy handsome face pressed against her soft profile, his voice slightly tinged with intoxication as he said:
"Honey, I'm so happy just thinking about how we're going to get married and how I'll be able to see you every day when I open my eyes."
His mind was foggy, and he was completely oblivious to the stares from passersby. Wen Jiaojiao sighed, her mind heavy with worry, and said:
"What's so great about me that people have to like me?"
"Because you defend me in front of Mom, speak up for me, and even argue with Mom because of me. I love how you always favor me without asking who is right or wrong."
Wen Jiaojiao wanted to cry but had no tears: "..."
preference?
I only did it because I felt sorry for you.
Wen Zhaoye's steps were unsteady, his breath reeking of alcohol, and his mind uncontrollably released long-suppressed words:
"Although I don't know what you're up to, I really regret giving Xu Dajun the idea to run away with you. If you had, your reputation wouldn't be in this state."
I promise I'll work hard to earn money and take you away from this place, so no one will talk about it anymore.
Wen Jiaojiao felt as if she had fallen into an endless abyss of cold water. She murmured in disbelief:
"You mean you gave Xu Dajun the idea?"
Wen Zhaoye, drunk, said, "Yes, life was so tiring back then. Having that kind of family was suffocating, and I couldn't get rid of it at all."
In my darkest moments, I wanted nothing more than to kill you and your mother, but why have you changed? Or why didn't you become like this sooner?
Looking at the man slumped against her, his eyelids half-closed, Wen Jiaojiao was momentarily at a loss for words.
She wrapped one arm around his waist, leading him toward the small villa, and said ambiguously:
"You can't do anything malicious anymore, or you'll end up in a bad situation."
Behind the two, Jiang Peitian stood in the sparse crowd, looking at Wen Zhaoye with pity. He had just heard what Wen Zhaoye said and felt a mix of emotions.
He has too many illegitimate daughters, but with his wife around, she won't allow him to acknowledge them.
However, he had no intention of acknowledging her as his daughter. After all, she was a daughter, and acknowledging her would make little difference if he raised her in luxury from a young age.
However, due to the patriarchal mentality of men in this era, they always favored Wen Zhaoye and naturally couldn't bear to hear about his tragic experiences.
Previously, hearing about Wen Zhaoye's past from others only evoked resentment, but now it brings unspeakable heartache and guilt.
Ah Long suddenly stepped forward and said:
"Boss, Brother Zhu said it will take several more days to get the results."
Jiang Peitian turned his back to the two men and left, saying, "I'll go to Daxi Village tomorrow."
As dawn broke, a black sedan drove along the dusty lanes lined with tiled houses.
Xu Cuifen was pouring pig feed when she turned her head with a curious look to Wen Xiaojian, who was weeding in the vegetable garden, and said:
"Old man, look over there, there's a car."
Wen Xiaojian squinted and looked over, his eyes meeting those of Jiang Peitian inside the glass window.
His heart skipped a beat, but he still greeted him with a smile, "Pei Tian is back."
Many people in the courtyard looked over.
Aunt Pang stood in the yard, seemingly having thought of something, and whispered to Wu Ying beside her:
"Could this be the big boss that Jiaojiao dumped outside, and he's come after her?"
Wu Ying's jealousy surged, and she said sarcastically:
"This car must be rented, just to make up the numbers."
The fat aunt ignored her and felt more and more that she should fawn over Wen Jiaojiao from now on.
Ah Long opened the car door, and Jiang Peitian stepped down, getting straight to the point: "There are some things I need to talk to you about."
Wen Xiaojian had a bad feeling. He sent Xu Cuifen away and went inside to say:
“Your sister passed away many years ago, so I have started a family again.”
Jiang Peitian didn't have time for such formalities and said directly:
"I know you can't have children, but Wen Zhaoye is my son, right?"
A flicker of panic crossed Wen Xiaojian's eyes as he tried to cover it up, saying, "I really can't have children, but Zhaoye is someone we adopted."
Jiang Peitian sat on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling and knees spread apart, exuding a sharp and ruthless aura as he glared at him and said:
“I’ve inquired. Jiang Yi was pregnant before and gave birth to a baby boy. The month of pregnancy matches the previous incident. In addition, Wen Zhaoye and I have done a paternity test. So stop making excuses for me.”
Having been through the rough and tumble of society, a man who had risked his life to survive, his words, a mix of bluff and intimidation, left Wen Xiaojian pale. His lips trembled, yet he spoke with unwavering conviction:
“I raised him, and now he’s getting married. You probably don’t lack children, so why bring up the past? It must be making Zhaoye feel bad.”
Having received his indirect affirmation, Jiang Peitian felt an overwhelming surge of pride. A slight smile played on his lips, and his gaze sharpened as he said:
"What's there to be upset about? You haven't been good to him since you remarried, but I can give him a bright future. That should be a happy thing for him."
Wen Xiaojian remained unperturbed and said, "So what if you admit it? He won't go with you. I know my son well enough."
Jiang Peitian's sharp eyes narrowed, his refined face revealing a ruthless intent, and he said in a cold tone:
"I'm not discussing this with you. You need to explain this to him clearly within a week."
Whether it's because of that girl or some other reason that he doesn't want to leave, that's something you should try to resolve.
Otherwise, anyone who treats him badly, including your later wife and that girl, will not have a good ending.
Wen Xiaojian also couldn't understand how, after being away for decades, he had completely changed and was no longer the honest man he used to be.
He swallowed hard. "I did scheme against you back then, but I also worked hard to raise Zhaoye."
You're taking him away like this, what am I going to do? I came up with this silly idea before, just so I'd have someone to take care of me in my old age.
But who could have imagined that Zhaoye's mother would die so young? Otherwise, I would definitely have continued to treat him well.
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