Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the not-quite-closed window, dimming the room, where clothes were piled haphazardly at the foot of the bed.
Wen Jiaojiao's long, dark hair was scattered messily on the bamboo mat, her beautiful face was flushed with pink, her eyes were filled with intense desire, and her lips were slightly parted as she slowly breathed out fragrant gasps.
The man on top of her, his broad shoulders and back glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his handsome eyes glazed over, held her slender waist firmly in his hands, and lowered his head to kiss her beautiful swan neck.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Zhaoye lazily leaned back against the headboard, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The girl straddling his strong waist was already exhausted. Her beautiful eyes closed drowsily, and her rosy and delicate face buried in his shoulder and neck.
In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed abruptly, and after a bright white light, they arrived at a building in the county town.
Wen Zhaoye stood in the living room, wondering how he had ended up with a pretty little girl crying in his arms. Without thinking much of it, he gently patted her back to comfort her and softly coaxed her:
"Don't cry, Bao'er."
Suddenly, Xu Dajun, dressed in filth and holding the hand of a dirty boy, appeared in the living room with a troubled expression, saying:
"Jiaojiao, how can you be so heartless? You abandoned us and ran away. I've been raising these two children for three or four years now, and I really can't afford to raise them anymore. You can decide what to do yourself."
Wen Zhaoye turned around at the sound, his dark, handsome eyes filled with astonishment as he stared at Xu Dajun and his two sons.
His lips trembled slightly, and he gasped for breath as if his heart were being gripped tightly in a large hand.
"Jiaojiao, didn't you say you've never had a child outside of your family? How come they're all coming to our door? What am I supposed to do with my baby?"
Wen Jiaojiao, dressed in a dark cheongsam, with a delicate and elegant face, sat cross-legged on the sofa, letting the nanny paint her nails red. She glanced at him casually and said leisurely:
“Who gives birth outside? They all give birth indoors. You didn’t make it clear at the time, so I’m not lying to you.”
Wen Zhaoye's temples throbbed with veins, he nearly choked on his breath, his face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth as he said:
"You...you're really something."
The little girl in my arms was pretty and adorable, wearing a fluffy little Western dress. Her little nose was flushed red, and her fair face was streaked with glistening tears. She puckered her cheeks and sobbed:
"Daddy, Bao'er doesn't want her brother."
"Don't worry, Dad will definitely not let them in today."
Wen Zhaoye's eyes were filled with tenderness as he gently comforted his beautiful daughter in his arms.
He thought about how he had suffered cold looks, condemnation, and injustice in his life after his father's marriage, and how his daughter might very well follow in his footsteps.
His sword-like eyebrows furrowed sharply, revealing a cold and ruthless intent. A sinister glint flashed in his dark eyes as he glared at Xu Dajun and his two sons, and said in a harsh voice:
"If you three don't want to die, get out of here, do you hear me?"
Xu Dajun tugged at the two boys, stepped forward, and wailed:
"Jiaojiao, these are still your sons. How can you bear to see them suffer poverty and hunger with me?"
The two boys cried and called for their mother. Wen Jiaojiao's expression gradually softened, her eyes welling up with tears, and she gazed at Wen Zhaoye with a pitiful look.
"Honey, just leave them both here. It's just a matter of adding two pairs of chopsticks."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye felt a surge of bitterness welling up in his chest. He covered the little girl's ears in his arms, gently pressed her against him, and questioned her harshly:
"How can you do this to us? Bao'er is still so young. What if these two brothers bully him while I'm not home? No matter what, if you dare to leave them here, I'll chop them up."
Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes were brimming with tears. She stood up, grabbed the two boys, and said matter-of-factly:
"Fine, since you can't accept my children, then I'll take them both with me."
Wen Zhaoye panicked, forcefully grabbing her slender arm, his handsome eyes reddening, his voice choked with emotion as he said:
"You're not allowed to leave! What will happen to me and Bao'er if you leave? You were the one who seduced me first!"
How could you just abandon me like that? Now my precious child has lost his mother.
In an instant, Wen Jiaojiao's expression turned sharp and sarcastic, and she said in a mocking tone:
"It's your own fault for not being able to control your lower body. I only kissed you twice at night, and you acted like you'd never seen a woman before."
I'm giving you two choices: either accept my two sons, or I'll go with them. It's up to you.
The girl raised her delicate, round hand to rub her nose, her dark, grape-like eyes were red, and a few strands of her short, flowing hair clung to her chubby cheek as she sobbed:
"Daddy, baby, don't let Mommy go."
Wen Zhaoye hugged the child in his arms tightly with heartache. Looking at the exquisitely beautiful woman's face before him, he suddenly felt that she looked exactly like the vicious Wen Jiaojiao from back then.
His eyes were bloodshot, his body trembled, and a raging fire swept through his blood and even his chest, burning away all his reason.
"Wen Jiaojiao!"
The man lying on the bed spoke in a choked voice, yet his words were laced with boundless rage, forced from his throat.
Like a demon trapped in an abyss, filled with resentment and despair, yet unable to escape the shackles of its seal.
The girl on the bed next to him felt a chill run down her spine and woke up with a start, sitting up abruptly: "Brother, I admit I shouldn't have stolen the pork knuckle yesterday. Please don't hit me, I'll kowtow to you twice."
Wen Zhaoye lay on the wooden bed, his eyes tightly closed. Resentment, anger, and boundless sorrow flashed and merged across his handsome face.
His fists clenched tightly at his sides, veins bulging on his long, steel-like arms, his jawline taut, and his whole body radiating a deep-seated hatred.
Wen Jiaojiao's face turned deathly pale in an instant, her heart pounded violently, and her voice was filled with panic and fear:
"Brother, wake up! You're having a nightmare."
Wen Zhaoye suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze reflecting the wooden beams. The events of his dream surged into his mind like a tidal wave.
He first thought of the pleasurable scenes of them in bed together, and his handsome face turned crimson. Then, his mind flashed back to Wen Jiaojiao as she had been back then, and his handsome face turned angry and resentful.
When Wen Jiaojiao received no response, she swallowed hard, her voice trembling, and asked:
"Brother, are you alright?"
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