Jiang Peitian knew that Wen Zhaoye was someone he had raised, and it was impossible for him to have no feelings for him. To avoid creating a rift between him and Wen Zhaoye over this matter, he took a step back and said:
"Complete the tasks I assign you properly, and I will give you a sum of money to ensure you will be well-fed and clothed for the rest of your life. I will pick him up and take him away in a week."
"Can Jiaojiao go with them? They're getting married soon, and their relationship is great."
Wen Xiaojian felt that if Wen Jiaojiao went with him, she would never forget the two of them. Whether they acknowledged each other or not, she would still be their child, and they would still be someone to rely on in their old age.
Jiang Peitian raised his dark eyebrows slightly and said casually:
“My son should naturally be matched with someone better, but if he likes it, it’s not a big deal to keep him outside.”
Wen Xiaojian sighed. He had no idea what to do next and could only compromise:
"Okay, I'll talk to him about it."
Jiang Peitian stood up and walked out, straightening his shirt cuffs, his expression unreadable.
"How is that family...?"
Wen Xiaojian sighed, "Uncle Zhaoye drowned while playing in the river not two years after you left."
The elderly couple couldn't bear the blow and went insane. Within a few years, the whole family died one after another.
Jiang Peitian lowered his eyes and remained silent, then took a car to the place from his childhood memories.
Before us, weeds grew rampant, shrubs were dense, and mud-brick houses had collapsed, leaving only four broken earthen walls. The surrounding area had long since been turned into fertile fields, exuding a desolate and bleak feeling.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the ruins. The surging hatred in his heart seemed to subside completely at this moment, and he even felt a faint sense of emptiness.
If Yuncheng and Wen Zhaoye hadn't met once, he thought he would never have set foot in this place in his life. But now that he's middle-aged, once drawn in, he's filled with mixed feelings.
On the other side, Wen Jiaojiao was hogging the sewing machine, but despite Wang Minmin's repeated nagging, she still couldn't get anything done.
She sighed inwardly, just in time to catch a glimpse of Wen Zhaoye emerging from the warehouse, and smiled lightly:
"Brother, can you teach me?"
Isn't it just that you want to stick to me? You have so many excuses.
Wen Zhaoye looked at her with doting eyes. Considering there were many people around, he didn't want to speak directly. He sat down next to her, raising his eyebrows and saying:
"Where don't you feel it?"
Wen Jiaojiao noticed the disgust in Wang Minmin's gaze, and with a slight smile, she said directly:
"No, not at all. Bro, I heard you're really quick, so if you're free, let me see just how good you are."
Hearing her words of admiration, Wen Zhaoye felt as if something warm was filling his chest, causing it to swell.
He smiled slightly, and to show off, he twirled the clothes in his hands, practically pounding the sewing machine until it was smoking, while soothingly saying:
"Isn't this simple? My little sister is so smart, she'll definitely be able to learn it."
Wen Jiaojiao's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. She glanced sideways at the resentful look Wang Minmin was giving her, and continued praising:
"Brother, you're really amazing! How are you so great? You're handsome, and you can do everything so fast and well."
Wen Zhaoye's smile deepened as he glanced at her without saying a word.
The sewing machine continued its incessant whirring, while the pile of semi-finished garments in the adjacent basket gradually dwindled.
The finished clothes in the other basket, piled up too high, crashed to the ground with a "whoosh".
Wen Zhaoye's forehead was covered in beads of sweat, which dripped down his temples. He stopped what he was doing and walked out.
"Honey, I'm going out for a smoke. I'll be right back."
Seeing his figure disappear around the corner, Wen Jiaojiao turned to Wang Minmin, raising her eyebrows slightly and said:
“He blamed everything on me, and I’ll find him to do it again tomorrow.”
Thick, labored breaths escaped from Wang Minmin's nose; there was simply no way to deal with her.
Wen Zhaoye hadn't made clothes in a long time, and when he suddenly moved, his arms and legs ached so much that they trembled.
He finished his cigarette, sat back in his chair, and demonstrated slowly, muttering instructions under his breath. Then he turned to her and asked:
"Do you understand now?"
Wen Jiaojiao shook her head sincerely:
"Won't."
Wen Zhaoye patiently demonstrated another item, but still received a shake of the head from Wen Jiaojiao. He then demonstrated ten more items in a row, speaking until his throat was dry. He stopped and asked her:
"Did you learn it this time?"
Wen Jiaojiao suppressed a laugh and shook her head again.
Wen Zhaoye was speechless for a moment. He leaned back in his chair, staring at her with a look of utter disbelief. After a long pause, he finally spoke:
"Honey, I think you're the kind of person who's good at big things, so let's leave these small things to someone else."
Wen Jiaojiao chuckled and waved her hand, saying, "Alright, you go to work, I'll give it a try."
I absolutely cannot let her come to the factory tomorrow.
Wen Zhaoye stood up and walked out, just in time to catch Wang Minmin's gaze. He seemed to have thought of something, paused, and said:
"I forgot to mention, my wife isn't in any group; she's just here to experience it."
After he finished speaking, he turned and went into his office, just as the phone rang.
Wen Zhaoye took the phone, and Wen Xiaojian's sighing voice came from the other end. He said:
"Dad, what's wrong? Is something the matter at home?"
The voice on the other end sounded quite tired: "If you have time, come back for a visit. Dad wants to tell you about your background."
Wen Zhaoye's life was getting better and better, and he didn't want any changes. He spoke frankly:
“If that’s all you’re talking about, then I won’t go back. I’m all grown up now, I don’t need a father.”
Before Wen Xiaojian could say anything more, the phone was hung up. He hung his head, his hunched back looking somewhat forlorn.
At this age, I don't even have anyone to take care of me in my old age.
Xu Cuifen repeatedly asked Wen Xiaojian about Jiang Peitian's background, but to no avail.
She looked at the people walking towards her from afar and said, "Old man, which relative is that? Everyone in the village is asking if it's our daughter's big boss who's come after us."
Wen Xiaojian, his face weathered, entered the house and said weakly, "No."
Xu Cuifen followed in and asked, "So what does he want to do?"
After some thought, Wen Xiaojian revealed everything:
“He is Zhaoye’s biological father. He came back this time to take Zhaoye away.”
Xu Cuifen sat on the edge of the bed, slapped her thigh happily, and said:
"Old man, this is good news! Look at the car he drives, he's obviously a rich man."
"Zhao Ye will definitely inherit the family business, so wouldn't our Jiao Jiao be the young mistress? With Jiao Jiao around, how could they forget about us?"
Thinking of his bleak old age, Wen Xiaojian wiped away his tears and said, "He won't let Zhaoye marry Jiaojiao, insisting that he will find him a better one in the future."
Xu Cuifen's face suddenly turned ugly, and she gritted her teeth and said resentfully:
“If he dares to block my daughter’s way, no matter how rich and powerful he is, I’ll show him what I’m capable of.”
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