Over the years, Wen Zhaoye has had his share of women who sought him out at night, but he remained chaste and believed in his feelings.
He felt that only by uniting with a woman who made his heart flutter at first sight could his soul and body achieve a dual elevation.
Instead of randomly picking a woman to satisfy one's desires, which, even if physically satisfied, leaves the soul feeling empty afterward,
At that moment, looking at Cai Mengjing's face, he felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
His gaze involuntarily shifted to the side, and when he saw her neck and lips clearly, his heart suddenly relaxed, and he chuckled without saying a word.
Cai Mengjing felt uneasy at his laughter and said insecurely:
"why are you laughing?"
Wen Zhaoye stood listlessly in the messy, stuffy shed, his expression cold and stern, one hand in his pocket.
Under her angry and embarrassed gaze, he slowly exhaled a thin stream of white smoke, casually lifting his eyelids to glance at her, his tone devoid of any emotion as he lightly mocked:
"So what if it's you? I'm not going to take responsibility."
“You…” Cai Mengjing glared at him angrily, “…aren’t you afraid that if I make a scene, your business will go out of business?”
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye's dark eyes flashed with a sinister solemnity, and a ruthless killing intent ignited on his handsome face as he coldly glared at her with a terrifying, condescending aura:
"If you dare to tell anyone what happened to me today, I guarantee your father will be crippled, your mother will be sick, and your four siblings will be sold into slavery."
Cai Mengjing's calves went weak, and she lowered her eyes in alarm, avoiding his terrifying gaze, trembling as she said:
"I won't tell anyone, but could you please help me find a job at your factory, considering our friendship from last night?"
"What happened last night? Hmm?" Wen Zhaoye said sarcastically, his gaze carrying a solemn and oppressive air.
It was as if a superior person was looking down at a clown, staring at her so intently that she dared not meet his gaze. A second passed, and then his tone changed:
"However, the fact that you were able to get here at this time suggests that you must have seen someone leave from here this morning."
His tone was extremely certain. Cai Mengjing felt that Wen Jiaojiao was avoiding him because she didn't want him to find out, so she had even less reason to act as an accelerator for their relationship.
She shook her head: "I don't know. I was just standing by the roadside, across the pond, when I saw a big white bag full of things in front of the shed and I walked over."
Wen Zhaoye glanced sideways at the white cloth bag outside the door frame, which contained mosquito coils, fruit, and snacks that Wen Jiaojiao had specially prepared for him.
She put the thermos on the floor last night when she took it out, but he wasn't thinking clearly afterwards and was so focused on finding and lighting the mosquito coil that he forgot to bring it inside.
It was precisely because of the strong smell of mosquito coils that I couldn't smell her natural scent at all on the bamboo mat this morning.
I also suspect it might not be Jiaojiao, otherwise, given how much she likes me, she wouldn't have held out last night; she would have run away beforehand.
They might even pester and cling to you, and in the morning they'll be demanding to take responsibility.
But who else could it be but her?
Wen Zhaoye became more and more confused as he thought about it. He sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his eyes, and sighed: "..." Who could be someone who knows a lot about sex but doesn't want me to take responsibility for them?
Fortunately, they didn't go all the way, so she didn't get pregnant and leave her child stranded.
The restaurant Cai Mengjing is going to today is the same place where Cai Mengning works; her monthly salary is only 15 yuan.
Her wages were significantly lower than the lowest pay in Wen Zhaoye's factory, which made her consider taking advantage of the situation. She feigned embarrassment and said:
"Brother Zhaoye, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I was planning to go to work at the restaurant in the county town, but I'll definitely be late if I go now. Could you please put in a good word for me?"
Wen Zhaoye's thoughts were interrupted. He glanced at her impatiently and uttered a single word: "Get lost."
Cai Mengjing gritted her teeth, turned around and left:
Although I don't know what that woman is up to, you'll never know if you leave me.
Wen Zhaoye inadvertently glanced at two white buttons in the mosquito coil ash. One was charred beyond recognition, while the other had blackened edges, but its original design was still discernible.
He picked it up, examined it closely, and put it in his bag, eager to get home and verify it. But then he suddenly remembered the bamboo mat with its mottled pattern, and decided to take it home with him anyway.
When I get home, I'll check the hickeys first, then look through her clothes for the buttons. Just in case she wanted to take advantage of me but was too shy to go all the way and ran off in the morning, that's also possible.
But how does she know so much? She actually... feels so good. How many men must she have been with to develop that skill?
Wen Jiaojiao changed into a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, forcing herself to stand at the door and wave to the man despite her exhaustion:
"Brother, you're back?"
Wen Zhaoye tossed the straw mat aside by the well, stopped two steps away from her, and fixed his gaze intently on her.
Her neck was delicate and fair, and her lips were a deeper shade of red than usual, yet there was no sign of broken skin or swelling.
A sudden pang of disappointment swept over him, but he quickly perked up and asked, "What happened to the clothes you wore yesterday?"
Wen Jiaojiao pointed to a row of soaking wet clothes hanging on the rope:
"My mom washed me, she's over there."
Wen Zhaoye couldn't detect the slightest abnormality in her expression, and then walked towards the clothesline.
Unaware of the slight panic in Wen Jiaojiao's eyes behind him, he roughly pulled off her shirt and examined the back of the buttons closely.
The shirt had been washed, so there was no indication that it had been altered.
His heart sank to the bottom, his hand gripping his shirt trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes fixed on Xu Cuifen with a sinister and solemn gaze.
In the past, Xu Cuifen's reckless behavior would have enraged him.
But considering Wen Jiaojiao's situation, he finally calmed down, and also worried that if he made too much of a fuss and let Wen Jiaojiao know the details, she would be upset.
"What kind of medicine did you give me yesterday?"
His voice sounded as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth, and Xu Cuifen's heart skipped a beat. She forced a smile and said:
"The herbal tea you and Jiaojiao drank was brewed from the same pot."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Suppressing the rising ruthlessness in his heart, he sighed, then looked at Wen Jiaojiao with an ambiguous expression and said gently:
"When did you get back? Are you sure you don't feel anything at all? Not even the slightest bit?"
Wen Jiaojiao pursed her slightly numb lips, her beautiful eyes brimming with laughter, and said:
"I came back last night, and I really didn't feel anything at all. You can ask my mom if you don't believe me." Ah~~~ How scary! Luckily I was quick-witted, or she would have eaten me alive.
Xu Cuifen smiled awkwardly:
"Yes, my daughter came back last night."
Wen Jiaojiao: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you asking so many questions as soon as you get home?" I'd better grab my bucket and run away quickly. I can't stay here any longer, I can't stay here any longer, I'll be killed by Xu Cuifen sooner or later.
Wen Zhaoye felt something was off, so he took a different approach and entered the room, saying:
"Dad, when did Wen Jiaojiao come back?"
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