night.
Wen Zhaoye tossed and turned, exhausted from a long day but unable to fall asleep. He could only follow his heart and turn to look at Wen Jiaojiao.
She slept peacefully, almost blending into the gentle moonlight outside the window.
A wave of tenderness washed over him, and a shy smile unconsciously appeared on his lips as he murmured:
"If I had known this day would come, I should have broken your legs and kept you at home, so you wouldn't have to get involved with those shady people."
Wen Jiaojiao was fast asleep, only her even breathing could be heard responding to him.
After hesitating for a long time, Wen Zhaoye's cheeks flushed crimson, but in the end, she couldn't resist the fervor in her heart, got out of bed, and lifted her mosquito net.
He rested his chin on his arm, lying on his side beside her, his smiling gaze tracing the lines of her features, before he inexplicably lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.
With her air being taken from her mouth, Wen Jiaojiao let out an uncomfortable whimper: "Ugh~"
Wen Zhaoye opened his eyes in surprise, reluctantly pulling away from her lips. Without daring to interrupt, he slipped out of the mosquito net, lay back on the bed, and a slightly arrogant smile lingered on his lips.
"You've been trying to seduce me all day long, now you've gotten the better of me, haven't you?"
When Wen Jiaojiao woke up the next day, she found that the mosquito net hadn't been tucked in. Her face was slightly confused. She sat cross-legged and frowned, saying:
"That's weird, I always make sure my mosquito net is properly tucked in every night when I sleep, bro, did you do this?"
Wen Zhaoye, who was eating breakfast in the main room, felt a sudden tightness in his chest. Before he could think of a reply, he heard Wen Jiaojiao say:
"You want to let mosquitoes bite me to death, huh?"
A soft chuckle escaped Wen Zhaoye's nose. Since Xu Cuifen wasn't home, he could joke with her without restraint:
"I told you to drink Chinese medicine this morning, but even slapping you in the face didn't wake you up."
Wen Jiaojiao came out after changing her clothes, stood in front of him, her slender white fingertips lightly touching her rosy lips, and after thinking for a moment, said:
"You didn't actually hit me, did you? I was wondering why my lips felt a little sore and swollen when I woke up this morning."
"Cough cough~" Wen Zhaoye choked on the thick white rice porridge and coughed. His ears were burning, and he secretly glanced at her:
I guess I sucked on it too much last night.
"Forget it, I doubt you have the guts." After saying that, Wen Jiaojiao finished washing up, picked up her shoes and brush, and walked towards the stream.
Four middle-aged women stood by the river washing clothes, gossiping amongst themselves:
"That Jiaojiao, she not only gave birth to children, but also had several abortions. Yesterday, the Chinese medicine that Xu Cuifen cooked smelled like it was for treating infertility."
“Look at what’s happened. You even had the nerve to pull down Zhaoye’s pants that night in the ditch.”
"That's right. Her mother is so eager to treat her infertility because she probably wants to take advantage of Zhao Ye at home one night, force herself on him, get pregnant with his child, and force him to marry her."
"How could this mother and daughter be so wicked? Zhao Ye is such a good man, every girl in the surrounding villages would love him, how did he end up with such a vicious stepmother and shameless stepsister?"
"No, I heard that she has a disease and wanted to deliberately give the child to Zhaoye, so that she could seize all his property after he died."
"No way, it looks so fair and tender, with no rashes or pustules or anything."
"Maybe it's inside the clothes."
"That's hard to say. It's best to keep your distance in the future."
Wen Jiaojiao stood behind the group, looking utterly dejected.
We can't win, we absolutely can't win.
Why not just have Xu Cuifen steal a bomb and blow up several nearby villages and even the county town?
Wen Zhaoye stood not far behind her, and naturally heard every word of the gossip.
He gazed at her dejected and sighing face, a pang of pity rising in his heart: it seemed he really should help her deal with it.
The village chief, sitting in the village committee office, greeted the visitors upon seeing them:
"How come Zhaoye has time to come here? Is the factory hiring again? I'll quickly tell the villagers to send their children here."
"No, I just wanted to borrow the loudspeaker to remind you of something."
Wen Zhaoye took out cigarettes from his pocket and, seeing that there were still quite a few people in the room, handed them out one by one.
Two of the women reached out and smiled as they accepted the cigarettes. Although they didn't smoke, it was the first time they had seen such good cigarettes, and they thought of taking them home for their families or relatives to smoke.
The village chief, inhaling a puff of Da Zhong Jiu cigarettes, squinted his eyes in blissful pleasure and gestured with his chin:
"Okay, since you've used it quite a few times already, I won't go into too much detail."
Wen Zhaoye sat upright in front of the microphone, his face cold and stern. He turned it on and said in a solemn and deep voice:
"I am Wen Zhaoye, and I want to warn everyone here today: don't let me hear another word about me or my family."
Otherwise, if any of your junior colleagues in my factory are suddenly laid off, please don't be surprised. This is the consequence of your unkind words.
His voice, carried by an old loudspeaker on a telephone pole, wasn't exactly pleasant to listen to.
But it seemed to carry the imposing aura of a thousand troops, holding everyone by the neck and preventing them from uttering a single word of slander.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the elderly women in front of her apologizing to her one after another, and a small smile appeared on her lips:
It seems my stepbrother is quite useful; his loudspeaker announcements are more powerful than an atomic bomb bombing a village.
Wen Zhaoye stood at the entrance of the village committee, his handsome eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed at the girl surrounded by middle-aged women not far away.
He smiled slightly, thinking contentedly:
Who knows how many people like me now? If I go there now, she might hug me on the spot. I should go back to my room and wait.
As soon as Wen Jiaojiao arrived home, she saw Wen Zhaoye sitting by her mosquito net bed. Her eyebrows curved slightly, and her beautiful face revealed a pure and lovely expression as she said:
"Brother, I'm sorry. Because of me, you've been the subject of rumors, and I'm now having to trouble you to make a public announcement to clarify things."
Wen Zhaoye had one hand in his pocket, his dark, handsome eyes fixed on her, a beautiful smile playing on his lips, his face indifferent and reserved.
"So? How are you going to thank me?" I'm sitting right next to your bed, don't you know how to pretend to be excited, push me onto the bed, and give me a passionate kiss? Why do you have to hide your feelings so well?
Wen Jiaojiao walked up to him, pursed her lips, and said:
"Since you don't seem to need anything, I'll thank you profusely. Thank you, brother."
Wen Zhaoye held his breath for a moment, his tone suddenly turning furious:
"Is your 'thank you' made of gold? So effective? Don't you know how to act according to your own desires?"
Wen Jiaojiao frowned and asked in confusion:
"According to my thoughts? What thoughts could I possibly have?"
"Still pretending with me? It's just..." Wen Zhaoye's words trailed off, his handsome face suddenly freezing:
No, I can't say that. If I do, she'll just keep making demands. How could I have forgotten about the child?
Wen Jiaojiao asked again in confusion:
"What is it?"
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