Wen Jiaojiao paused, tears welling up in her eyes: "..."
What sins have I, Wen Jiaojiao, committed? First, there was Wang Mazi, whose husband had died, and now this lame, monkey-like man...
And here comes another scumbag husband who lost his wife and is raising a child alone. How come I keep running into all sorts of weird and wonderful types? God, did you send me into this world as a backup plan?
Seeing that she remained silent, Wen Zhaoye assumed she was hesitant and had softened her stance. His handsome face darkened, and he pressed his tongue against his back teeth before walking straight past the group through the wheat field to the vegetable garden.
"Wen Jiaojiao, come here and hoe the ground. All you do all day is eat. You've eaten your brain dry."
His voice was cold and deep, as if he could kill her the next second if she dared to say no.
Seeing Wen Zhaoye's anger, Wen Liang felt as if he were a lurking beast, ready to attack at any moment. He didn't dare to approach and quickly pulled the child away.
"Hurry up." He's incredibly fierce when he hits people.
The vegetable garden had been watered that morning, and the ground was muddy and wet. Wen Jiaojiao couldn't bear the thought of it being muddy like last time, and her initial enthusiasm for working completely vanished.
She also felt that he wouldn't dare to do anything to her, and didn't take it to heart at all, saying to Gan:
"I won't do it. If you dare to lay a finger on me, I'll go back to my dad and have him beat you up."
Seeing Wen Liangren walk away, Wen Zhaoye's expression softened considerably, but he decided to let her suffer a little to prevent her from making a rash decision and repeating her old mistakes. He said in a low voice:
"You're such a grown man, perfectly healthy with all your hands and feet, and you don't do a single chore, yet you have the nerve to complain?"
Suddenly, Wen Jiaojiao didn't want to argue anymore. She pretended to have a headache, rubbed her forehead, and said weakly:
"Brother, I have a headache and need to rest. You don't want me to tell Dad that I have a bad headache and then be forced to do chores by you, do you?"
Wen Zhaoye suddenly realized he couldn't do anything with her. It wasn't that he was afraid she would complain, but rather that he couldn't bear to hit her or scold her. He temporarily gave up and decided to wait and see.
"Fine, let's see how long you can keep up this act."
Wen Jiaojiao sat in the shade of the grass and trees by the pond, her face beaming with a triumphant smile as she ate a nectarine, true to her nature of feigning innocence after getting the better deal:
"Brother, do you want some?"
Sunlight filtered through the grass and trees, dappling her fair and delicate face. A thick, glossy black side braid hung obediently in front of her.
Her cheeks were framed by wispy strands of hair of varying lengths that fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of liveliness and gentleness to her pure and innocent aura.
Wen Zhaoye stopped what he was doing, turned around and stared intently at her charming appearance. His gaze was filled with lust and intense intensity, as if he wanted to devour her. He paused, then slightly raised the corners of his eyes and said:
"My hands are dirty, I can't eat."
Wen Jiaojiao was startled by his gaze, thinking he was still angry about the work. She took out a ripe, soft nectarine and offered it to him, saying ingratiatingly:
"It's no big deal, come here and I'll feed you."
Wen Zhaoye hesitated for a moment, glancing in the direction Wen Liang had left. He happened to see Wen Liang looking in his direction, and luckily, the distance was far enough that he could crouch down and be concealed by the bean trellis and shouldn't be discovered.
His ears flushed red, and he felt both shy and unwilling to give up this hard-won opportunity to be close to her. He sat down next to her and said:
"You're such a pain."
"Hey, you still talk so much."
Wen Jiaojiao lacked the excessive reserve and restraint of this era. With her slender white fingers, she held a peach to his lips and coaxed him:
"See how good I am to you? Don't be angry anymore."
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed red down to his neck, and a barely perceptible shy smile appeared on his lips.
He opened his mouth and took a bite, then, under her unwavering gaze, awkwardly turned his head away, refusing to look at her.
She was just hesitating with Wen Liang, and now she's trying to seduce me. It seems I really need to teach her a lesson so she'll know who she should be thinking of if she wants a comfortable life in the future.
Wen Jiaojiao thought she had gotten away with the unpleasant incident and was quite pleased with herself.
Sure enough, he thrives on this kind of life where you slap him and then give him a peach; manipulating him is a piece of cake.
The atmosphere was so quiet that even the sound of the wind rustling the wheat tips was unusually clear.
Wen Zhaoye's face burned, and after being fed several bites, there wasn't much peach flesh left.
As she held the pit in her hand and offered it to him again, his crimson lips inadvertently captured her fingertip. He stood up tensely, refusing her advances.
"I'm going to get to work now."
Wen Jiaojiao didn't have those kinds of thoughts. Looking at the peach with only one bite left, afraid of being scolded if she threw it away or feeling disgusted if she ate it, she forcefully grabbed his ultra-thin black sweatpants and persuaded him:
"No rush, finish eating first."
Suddenly, as he walked forward, his pants were pulled up to his knees, revealing his muscular, hairy thighs and gray underwear that hugged his firm, taut buttocks.
Wen Zhaoye felt a cool breeze blowing past below. He frowned and turned around.
Wen Jiaojiao was sitting on the ground, dumbfounded. Following her gaze, she saw a man with his pants half down, wearing only his underwear.
His pupils trembled slightly, and before he could react, Wen Jiaojiao withdrew her surprised expression and solemnly helped him lift it up.
Then, as his breath caught in his throat, he darted away like an arrow, shouting:
"Brother, I really didn't mean it. Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
Wen Zhaoye's exposed skin glowed with a rosy hue, as if it had been cooked.
He touched his burning ears, then unconsciously pulled his pants up a little, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.
"A thief with the desire but not the courage."
Wen Jiaojiao squatted on the edge of the field, using the wheat to conceal her figure, her face filled with utter despair.
"Did nobody see that? Now I've really become the shameless thing that pulled down his pants."
The little boy walked over from a distance and said:
Are you taking a dump?
Wen Jiaojiao's heart tightened, and she suddenly stood up, walked over, grabbed his shoulder, and threatened him:
Did you see anything just now?
The boy smiled innocently:
"You secretly pooped in someone else's field, and then pulled up your pants without wiping your butt."
Wen Jiaojiao (′??Д??`): "..."
Is this kid spreading rumors?
This is even more shameful than taking someone's pants off.
“Look, there’s nothing in the wheat field at all…” Wen Jiaojiao explained anxiously, quickly turning her head to point to the wheat field beside the ridge.
They had only spoken half a sentence when, coincidentally, the two of them vaguely saw a half-dried poop ditch near the area where she had squatted.
"Ugh~" The boy pinched his nose and ran away in disgust.
Wen Jiaojiao stiffly withdrew her gaze, dejectedly walked to the vegetable garden, and sat down some distance away from Wen Zhaoye.
It can't be washed clean, it can't be washed clean at all.
I seem to run into all sorts of dramatic things.
Wen Zhaoye swung his hoe, his arms bulging with strong lines. His eyes were full of smiles, and he glanced at her almost imperceptibly without saying a word.
Between the paddy fields, a chubby little country dog wagged its tail and squatted down, its rear end sticking out into the wheat field.
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