Wen Zhaoye's face, which had looked good because of the first half of her sentence, darkened again, and even showed signs of becoming worse than before.
Zhou Jinyuan had previously tried various methods to set up relationships with many wealthy women, but each time the women were picky and he never got any leads.
He finally found a rich but disreputable woman, and after much deliberation, he decided to marry her first, swindle her out of her money, and then keep another woman as a mistress. Little did he expect that she would be even more arrogant than him.
His face darkened, and he warned, "Your reputation is already ruined. If you really have one in your left hand and one in your right, aren't you afraid of being cursed to death?"
Wen Jiaojiao had an air of detachment from worldly affairs, and smiled wickedly:
"Hilarious! So what if it stinks? It doesn't stop me from eating or drinking."
No one stays 18 forever, but there are always 18-year-old boys every year. As long as I keep all the money from my brother, I can get a new one every year.
Sooner or later, people will envy me. They might even say, "Look at Jiaojiao, she's in her sixties or seventies, and the guy she found is incredibly handsome and energetic."
"you……"
Zhou Jinyuan stared at her in disbelief, so astonished by her unconventional remarks that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Just as Wen Jiaojiao was about to retort, she suddenly heard a very pleasant and deep laugh coming from behind her.
Like notes emanating from a cello, she involuntarily turned her head to look over.
The man laughing loudly was indeed as handsome as his voice suggested. However, the man next to him, whose face was so dark it could kill with his gaze, looked... a little bit familiar.
A chill ran down her spine, a cold air rising from the soles of her feet and striking the top of her head. Her face stiffened, she turned her head and pointed to the horizon, saying:
"Look what that is?"
Zhou Jinyuan turned around and looked over, only to see a clear, bright blue sky. He asked in confusion:
There's nothing there.
"Idiot."
Wen Jiaojiao turned and ran after saying that, nearly falling down the stairs under Wen Zhaoye's watchful gaze.
She steadied herself, ran downstairs, glanced around frantically, found Xu Cuifen, grabbed her, and ran out:
"Mom, enough nonsense, let's run away quickly, or someone will come and stab me with an eighty-meter-long sword."
"Where are you two going? We haven't paid yet!" the plump woman called out, craning her neck. Just as she was about to follow them out, the waiter stopped her, saying with disdain:
"You two have been sitting here for half a day, and all you've ordered is a plate of cucumber salad and two pots of tea from our shop. And you still want to run away? I've never seen such shameless old bastards."
The plump aunt's face flushed red and then turned pale, and she gritted her teeth in resentment, saying:
"Why are you stopping me instead of chasing after them?"
Seeing that she was trying to renege on her bill, the waiter shouted angrily:
"They've already run away. Who else would they come looking for if not you? I advise you, you shameless old bastard, to hurry up and pay up, or I'll call someone to deal with you."
The plump aunt felt a pang of anger in her chest and reluctantly took out the money. She really hadn't expected to have put in so much effort.
I wasted my time following along, and in the end, I got a plate of cucumber salad but was still the one being scolded and forced to pay for it.
Upstairs, Zhou Jinyuan hadn't brought any money with him when he went out. He was thinking that since her family was so eager to marry off their daughter, he might as well take advantage of them first.
At that moment, looking at the group of fierce-looking, burly men surrounding him, he swallowed hard, trembling, and said:
"Brothers, please have mercy. I've just been scammed. Why don't you let me make a phone call and ask my family for money?"
Wen Zhaoye and Zhou Jinyan sat in a private room, opposite the manager of Kuiyuan Pavilion. On the table were more than a dozen special and expensive dishes.
The manager, puffing on a cigarette, said casually:
"Don't worry, we're brothers. You already told me to teach him a lesson, so whether he pays or not, I have to do it."
A loud shout came from outside. Wen Zhaoye nodded and gave a few perfunctory replies. Just as Zhou Jinyan reached out to pick up the braised sea cucumber and abalone, he directly took the bowl and handed it to the waiter beside him, saying:
"Pack this up for me."
Zhou Jinyan's hand, holding the chopsticks, froze in mid-air.
"You're so stingy! Can't you even have someone redo it?"
"I have to leave now, I don't have time to wait."
After Wen Zhao finished speaking, ignoring his expression, he talked with the manager for a while, then took the braised sea cucumber and abalone packaged in a ceramic jar and went out.
Zhou Jinyan then instructed the waiter:
"Pack these dishes for me too, I'll take them home for dinner. He's so stingy, with that meager salary, I can't even afford three dishes and a soup."
Wen Jiaojiao pulled Xu Cuifen to the corner, and after resting for a long time, she was still panting and said:
"Mom, who is this guy you found for me this week? He's practically a reincarnation of a shrewd calculator!"
"It's either making me have a fourth son, or making me scheme against my brother's factory, or making me serve his parents like a nanny."
Xu Cuifen, equally breathless, said:
“The other two points do deserve criticism, but since you’re planning to take care of your brother’s factory, Mom thinks it’s the right thing to do.”
Wen Jiaojiao's legs trembled at the thought of Wen Zhaoye's gaze.
"Come on, I told you what would happen if you took over my brother's factory, and then my brother... sat at the table behind me. I was thinking that if there were more people around, he might pull out his belt and beat me up right there."
Xu Cuifen comforted her:
"Don't be afraid, with Mom here, he won't dare to lay a finger on you."
"Cough~"
A familiar soft cough suddenly came from behind, interrupting the mother and daughter's conversation.
Wen Jiaojiao looked up and saw a tall man with an inscrutable expression walking over, carrying a small earthenware jar.
She was startled, nearly kneeling before him, and her body reacted faster than her brain, rushing to his side.
Holding his strong arms, unsure of what to say, she could only instinctively ramble on:
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