Wen Zhaoye gazed at her with a slight smile and said:
"They've all gone far away."
"Come on, I'll take you for a follow-up treatment." Wen Jiaojiao picked up her bag from the sofa and then pulled him along, ready to leave.
But Wen Zhaoye didn't move an inch. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, saying:
"If I have to get my penis re-tied, I won't be able to have sex for many days, so I need to do it all at once today so I don't want to do it for the next few days."
Wen Jiaojiao smiled slightly, looked up and tapped his chest, saying:
"Fine, fine, who told you to be so addicted? What will you do when you get pregnant?"
Wen Zhaoye made a pointed remark:
"There are other equally comfortable ways."
Wen Jiaojiao immediately understood, but did not say anything, letting him take off his shirt.
Two months passed in the blink of an eye. Director Li Mu's film was showing in mainland China and Hong Kong. Xu Cuifen heard about it and even took Wen Xiaojian to the cinema.
Among a room full of young men and women, the two seemed out of place, but when they saw Wen Jiaojiao's few-second shot, they still grinned and laughed heartily.
Light snow began to fall from the sky as the two walked out of the movie theater and whispered to each other.
"Our daughter is still the most delightful. The moment she appeared, she played the little piano with a clattering sound."
"Oh dear, it's kind of boring with just the two of us old folks at home now. I wonder when they'll be back."
Just then, Aunt Pang walked over and said:
"Cuifen, my daughter Damei is getting married on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. She and Jiaojiao are friends, and she insisted that Jiaojiao be her bridesmaid. When is your Jiaojiao coming back?"
Xu Cuifen knew she couldn't escape this hurdle, so she stammered:
"My daughter got a promotion and won't be coming back this year."
Aunt Pang secretly believed that Wen Jiaojiao had run off with someone again, and she said with a smile:
"Wasn't the wedding with Zhao Ye supposed to be this year? What will happen to the wedding if he doesn't come back?"
Xu Cuifen hesitated for a moment and said:
"Auntie, let me be frank with you. Zhao Ye's marriage will proceed as planned, but it will be with a young lady from Hong Kong."
My darling... isn't so lucky. I'm getting old now and have to rely on Zhaoye for my old age, so I can't be all high and mighty anymore.
Aunt Pang looked as if she had just witnessed a huge joke, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up, but her tone was full of regret as she said:
"Your Jiaojiao really ran away again? Tell me, what a wonderful day this is, if only she couldn't marry Zhaoye, at least she could be his sister."
"Staying at home would be just as comfortable, why insist on running off? What's so great about working outside? I'm exhausted from working every day."
Xu Cuifen was so angry she could hardly breathe, but to keep Wen Jiaojiao's identity from being exposed, she still spoke in a gentle voice:
“My daughter is ambitious and wants to go out and explore on her own.”
A hint of disdain flashed across the plump aunt's eyes as she said:
"Alright, let's not say any more. I need to hurry back so I can cook dinner for my son-in-law tonight."
Just then, an exceptionally stylish woman walked towards them. She had exquisite makeup, a small face, wore sunglasses, and sported long, wavy hair. A cashmere coat accentuated her gentle and graceful demeanor.
The plump auntie couldn't help but take a few more glances, but she still didn't recognize the person.
Suddenly, she caught sight of Wen Zhaoye behind her, carrying large and small bags.
She immediately stepped forward and greeted him warmly, "Zhaoye is back?"
Wen Zhaoye nodded and said, "Yes."
Aunt Pang recalled what Xu Cuifen had said and chuckled:
"Could this be the young lady from Hong Kong? She looks like a wealthy person."
Xu Cuifen and Wen Xiaojian saw the two of them and went up to greet them:
"Zhaoye is back."
"Naisitumiyou"
Wen Jiaojiao's two months of hard study in English finally came in handy. Her pronunciation wasn't perfect, but it was enough to fool everyone here.
The people around looked on in astonishment, and the plump auntie praised her enthusiastically:
"Wow, this little girl can speak foreign languages."
Wen Zhaoye smiled slightly and said, "Yes."
Xu Cuifen smiled like a chrysanthemum, feeling that her daughter was truly accomplished.
Wen Xiaojian shrank his neck and said, "Alright, let's hurry home, it's quite cold outside."
Wen Zhaoye placed what he was holding in his other hand, and took Wen Jiaojiao's slightly cold hand in his other hand, saying:
"I'm going back to the villa. The motorcycle is still inside. You guys can walk back first."
Seeing the two were about to leave, the plump aunt spoke up:
"I haven't even asked this person's name yet."
"Jiang Jiaoyun".
To prevent her identity from being exposed, Wen Zhaoye specially changed her name in the port city.
The plump auntie complimented:
"The name is really nice."
With outsiders present, Wen Jiaojiao didn't say much to Xu Cuifen. Her fingertips inside her knee-high boots were curled up from the cold as she followed Wen Zhaoye to the small Western-style building.
Wen Zhaoye fumbled for the key in the corner, opened the door, lifted the white cloth from the sofa, pulled her down to sit, and then took out a down jacket and wrapped it around her, saying:
"Honey, I've been working hard on this for a month now, how about I go with you to get a checkup today?"
Wen Jiaojiao rubbed her hands together and said reproachfully:
Why the rush?
Wen Zhaoye pulled her into his arms, took her slender hand and pressed it against his cheek, offering her warmth:
"I'm so anxious. Although the doctor said my semen is normal, I'm still a little uneasy as long as I'm not pregnant."
Wen Jiaojiao felt warm and said with all her heart:
"Who told you to be so foolish as to get a tubal ligation? But don't worry, even if you can't have children..."
Later, with the advancement of medicine, it became possible to have quadruplets or quintuplets in just one birth, saving a lot of pain.
Wen Zhaoye walked to a corner, lifted the white cloth covering the toy basket, picked up the chubby wooden airplane, and said:
"Let's not do it. The survival rate for quadruplets and quintuplets is not high; each one would probably only weigh a pound or two."
If we were to do it, twins would be fine at most.
Wen Jiaojiao walked to his side and together they carefully wiped the dust off the toys. The midday sun shone through the door and fell on their shoulders, creating an exceptionally beautiful and tranquil scene.
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