Wen Zhaoye led Wen Jiaojiao into the Babaozhai restaurant, and he said to Song Yan:
"Explain to my wife what that mark on my chest is all about."
Zhou Jinyan was already upset about the breakup, and she thought that having a meal and talking with her brothers would make her feel better.
Before they could exchange more than a few words, they were detained here for ages, only to be met with this.
He said irritably, "You made us wait for so long just for this, is that it?"
Song Yan felt as if she had broken a cardinal rule, and she weakly explained:
"I really didn't mean to. He came out, I went in, and then we bumped into each other."
Wen Zhaoye added:
There was no physical contact, not even a hand touch.
Everyone in the shop was speechless. Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but chuckle softly, then nodded and said:
"Yes, I believe you."
Just when the group thought the matter was over, Wen Zhaoye spoke up again:
"Song Yan, no matter what happened before, we need to avoid suspicion from now on. I still hope you won't go to the company in Hong Kong."
Furthermore, I plan to transfer Zhou Jin to the mainland for business development. If you truly want to be with him, then you can stay and work here with him.
Zhou Jin remained silent, because he also felt it was better for the two of them not to meet.
Song Yan's eyes were red:
“I didn’t mean to steal a married man, but I’m just a little resentful. I’ve liked you for so many years and been with you for so many years, so why would you like her?”
“I already made it very clear to you last time, but I’ve recently discovered something else: my life is very dull, while she has an interesting soul. I don’t need a quiet, honest, and well-behaved partner.”
After finishing his ramblings, Wen Zhaoye turned and left with Wen Jiaojiao.
What he admires most about Wen Jiaojiao is that she is so strong-willed that she doesn't care about worldly opinions at all.
Even when faced with inhuman accusations and humiliation, they can still remain indifferent, as if watching a joke.
The key thing is, I'm really happy when I'm with her.
Wen Jiaojiao: "..." Even a funny girl can find love.
Wen Zhaoye drove into the small villa and stopped in the driveway:
"Let's stay here tonight."
Wen Jiaojiao was almost numb from the cold after going back and forth, so Wen Zhaoye turned on the air conditioner, brought over a basin of hot water, and soaked her feet with her, saying:
"Honey, are you reassured by how I've handled Song Yan?"
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at him sideways and chuckled:
"A guy who can give his partner 100% satisfaction is very likable."
Wen Zhaoye held her hand and sighed:
"He's not a boy anymore, he's a man who shelters you from the wind and rain."
Compared to the relaxed and carefree attitude of the two, Jiang Peitian felt somewhat uneasy.
The room was pitch black. He sat on the bed, drenched in sweat, panting heavily.
He just had a dream in which Wen Jiaojiao gave birth to a daughter, and then she really stopped having children:
"They're pregnant, and I have to follow them around, worrying about them."
Two days later, starting at noon, the whole city was ablaze with the sounds of firecrackers and fireworks. Jiang Peitian sat in the living room, watching Jiang Ci come downstairs, and said:
"Xiao Ci, call your mom and tell her to come home for the New Year."
Jiang Ci walked straight out:
“I spoke to her on the phone last night, and she invited me to spend the Chinese New Year at my uncle’s house.”
"What kind of behavior is it to spend the Lunar New Year at someone else's house?"
Jiang Peitian spoke in a bad tone, but Jiang Ci got into the car and left without stopping.
He sat alone in the huge living room, experiencing for the first time the loneliness that Qi Meijing had felt when she was the only one guarding the house.
On the other side, the courtyard was covered in snow, and Wen Zhaoye was shoveling snow.
Wen Jiaojiao, bundled up tightly with a scarf over her face, sat on a small stool, building a snowman.
Xu Cuifen and Wen Xiaojian were cooking in the kitchen, and the family was enjoying a warm and happy time together.
After clearing a path, Wen Zhaoye looked at the crooked, uneven, and even eerie-looking snowman and chuckled:
"Honey, the snowman you made is so ugly."
Wen Jiaojiao understood the meaning behind his words and chuckled:
"These are our children."
Wen Zhaoye quickly changed his words:
"That would be very artistic."
The next second, with a "smack," Wen Jiaojiao punched the snowman's head, smashing it open.
“This child is difficult to manage, I’ll start over.”
Are all pregnant women this temperamental? Wen Zhaoye wondered to himself, then put down the shovel and stepped forward to help her round out the lower half of the snowman.
Occasionally, the sound of firecrackers could be heard around them. The world was covered in silver, and fine snowflakes fell softly from the top of their heads, covering their hair with a layer of white. They weren't actually white-haired, but they looked very much like white-haired people.
Just then,
A woman walked out of the courtyard. She was wrapped in several layers of clothing, her figure was bulky, and she wore a scarf over her face. She was carrying a boy who was also wrapped up tightly.
Wen Jiaojiao caught sight of her at a glance, her heart skipped a beat, and she frantically grabbed the hem of the man beside her, saying:
"Brother, she's back."
Wen Zhaoye followed her gaze and saw that the woman's hair was dry and brittle, her upper face was sallow and covered with fine scars, and her eyes were gloomy and lifeless. When their eyes met, the other woman visibly shrank back.
In an instant, Wen Zhaoye had already figured out Xu Cuifen's attitude and how bad things were.
He stood up and strode towards the woman. Wen Jiaojiao (the original owner of this body) was so frightened that she stood still and dared not go forward. She weakly called out towards the direction of the main room:
"Mom, I'm home."
"What's wrong, my Jiaojiao?"
The spatula and the wok collided in the kitchen. Xu Cuifen didn't hear exactly what was said, but she still smiled and replied before walking towards the kitchen door.
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