Jiang Peitian's breathing was heavy, and his heart felt as if it were being crushed by a heavy stone.
He slammed his hand on the table in a fit of anger, glaring at Qi Meijing and saying:
"You better behave yourself, or don't blame me for being rude to you."
The loud noise made the hearts of everyone in the living room pound. Qi Meijing, a mother's strong will, absolutely wouldn't allow her daughter's rights to be infringed in the slightest. She met his gaze without fear and said, word by word:
“You can try. Even if my Qi family falls into decline, your success is inseparable from my Qi family. As long as I am associated with Madame Chiang Kai-shek, don’t even think about giving him any of my property.”
She was a woman who had shared joys and sorrows with him. No matter how angry Jiang Peitian was, he eventually realized how much a divorce would damage his career, so he turned and left.
Whenever her parents argued, Jiang Ci only dared to hide to the side, barely daring to breathe. In truth, such a family environment was oppressive for her. Her beautiful eyes reddened, and she pursed her lips slightly, saying:
"Mom, I'm going upstairs now."
Qi Meijing was the only one left in the large living room, her eyes also red.
Wen Jiaojiao and Wen Zhaoye ate out before returning home. She sat cross-legged on the sofa and said:
"No wonder I was wondering why the shipping magnate of Hong Kong suddenly approached me and wanted me to be his daughter. It turns out you were the one who orchestrated it all."
Wen Zhaoye washed the grapes in the open kitchen, handed them to her, and said in a soft, tender voice:
"Yes, otherwise, how could you meet so many helpful people every time you go out? It's just that I'm the one silently protecting you."
Wen Jiaojiao picked one and popped it into her mouth, tilting her head and chuckling softly:
"Thanks, bro."
Wen Zhaoye leaned down, his handsome face pressed against her cheek, and coaxed:
"I want you to put your words into action, Xie. How were you doing up there tonight?"
Is that all you can think about?
Although Wen Jiaojiao's voice was helpless, it contained not a trace of anger. Wen Zhaoye smiled slightly and continued:
"Sometimes I also think about other positions."
"Go take a shower right now, you smell like smoke."
"Let's go together, wife."
Before Wen Jiaojiao could answer, Wen Zhaoye picked her up and carried her towards the bathroom.
The water in the bathtub reached his waist. Wen Zhaoye sat leaning against the edge of the bathtub, his hands gripping the waist of the girl who was straddling his lap. Her rosy and bright face was buried in the crook of his neck, and she was breathing softly.
The next day, Wen Zhaoye brought two breakfasts from downstairs upstairs, just as his phone rang.
Xu Cuifen's voice came from the other end:
"Zhaoye, where is our Jiaojiao? Mom had a phone installed today, and it's just been set up. That's why I wanted to give you a call."
"Jiaojiao is still sleeping."
"Oh dear, she's still not up at this hour. Could she be pregnant? Mom just saved up a basket of eggs, and now they'll come in handy. Where do you live? I'll come over right now."
Xu Cuifen's loud laughter drifted through the door and reached Wen Jiaojiao's eardrums. She lifted her eyelids and glanced at the gray sky peeking through the curtains.
Speechless, she said, "You haven't even gotten up yet and you're already pregnant? You're really making this up."
Upon hearing the voice, Xu Cuifen chuckled and said, "It's been so long, I might not even know I was pregnant with you. When I was pregnant with you, I didn't find out until I was two months along."
Wen Zhaoye handed the phone to Wen Jiaojiao, who said, "Mom, don't talk nonsense. My brother's health is not suitable for having children."
Fearing he would cause a lot of trouble, Wen Zhaoye quickly knelt down beside the bed, grabbed the phone, and said:
"Don't listen to her nonsense. Jiaojiao didn't really want children before, so I had my tubal ligated. Now that Jiaojiao wants children, I can get it done today."
Wen Zhaoye knew that the child was the permanent bond between husband and wife. He was still afraid of future marital conflicts but had no way to keep Wen Jiaojiao. He shifted the pressure to Wen Jiaojiao with a single sentence, hoping that under the urging of her parents, she could change her mind.
Xu Cuifen complained bitterly:
"Jiaojiao, I'm not trying to criticize you, but how can a woman not have a child? Now that your brother's business is booming, who will inherit all this wealth? And how will you take care of yourself in your old age? Am I supposed to give away all these little clothes I've made?"
Wen Jiaojiao was still reeling from Wen Zhaoye's mention of tubal ligation. She said in disbelief:
"Isn't it because you can't have children?"
"Didn't you say you didn't want children before? So I did as you asked and got a tubal ligation. But who knew you would run away? I still feel a pain in my chest from anger when I think about it now."
Wen Zhaoye stopped talking and pretended to cover his chest, then lay on her like a big dog and didn't move.
Wen Jiaojiao raised her hand to rub the stray hairs on the back of his head, and said hesitantly:
"Then... let's wait a little longer."
Wen Zhaoye's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked up at her, saying:
"real?"
Wen Jiaojiao nodded gently:
"Hmm, but I'm only 20 years old now. I can't quite accept the idea of getting pregnant and having a baby. So how about we wait until next year or the year after, when our business expands back to the mainland?"
Wen Zhaoye was in an extremely pleasant mood, completely forgetting that he was still on the phone. He kissed her cheek hard and said:
“Sure, as long as you agree, it’s fine whenever you want. I’d even be happy to have a child when I’m old.”
Xu Cuifen and Wen Xiaojian on the other end of the phone blushed. Wen Jiaojiao pushed him away speechlessly and reminded him:
"Still on the phone."
Wen Zhaoye suddenly realized what was happening, his ears turning red. He rolled over and lay on his side next to her, propping himself up with one arm beside his head, his eyes gazing at her with a slight smile.
"Then you should tell Mom that we're going to have our wedding when we go home for Chinese New Year."
Wen Xiaojian suddenly spoke up: "Will Jiang Peitian agree to you two coming back for the New Year?"
Wen Zhaoye said indifferently:
"Whether he agrees or not, he and his wife are arguing right now, so he probably won't be able to control us for the next two months. That'll be a good time for us to go home for the New Year."
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