Wen Jiaojiao felt a mix of emotions. She lowered her head and ate her wontons, insisting on her self-awareness:
"Feeling sorry for a man means a lifetime of bad luck; believing a man's lies means digging for wild vegetables for eighteen years. What man in this era isn't feudal? At most, there's initial novelty."
"Once he gets what he wants, he'll slowly realize that his wife's first time wasn't with him, and that this becomes a regret, eventually leading him to seek other women to fill that void."
"No one can predict what will happen in the future, but at least it has always been true that I wanted to marry you, and it is also true that I like you even more now."
Wen Jiaojiao seemed to be comforting her:
"So feelings can change. You might fall for someone else in the future, so you can't be too attached to everything."
Wen Zhaoye: "Will you change your mind? Will you stop liking me?"
Wen Jiaojiao: "..."
Please, what are you trying to do?
I never liked you at all, okay?
Wen Zhaoye said with a slightly arrogant expression:
"Even if the whole world changes its heart, you will never change your heart. I was even planning to save our wedding night for the wedding night, since it's our first time together."
You insist on clinging to me. Besides me, who else can seduce you? Without me, can you control your addiction?
Wen Jiaojiao: "..." Very well, I'd like to see if you'll blush when you remember these words after I've completely left you.
Wen Zhaoye was able to leave just in time last night, so she has no worries about being pregnant.
He joked, "Are you keeping quiet because you're thinking about how to get me again tonight?"
Wen Jiaojiao gritted her teeth in resentment:
"Yes, yes, you're right about everything."
Wen Zhaoye chuckled softly, a playful smile flashing across his eyes as he looked at her face:
I'm quite looking forward to seeing what you're up to.
However, since we've already slept together, she definitely won't run away again, so there's plenty of time in the future.
He always felt that women of this era were connected body and soul; once they had given their bodies to him, they would be devoted to him wholeheartedly.
But he had no idea that Wen Jiaojiao did not belong to this era, so naturally she would not have such thoughts. She was only hoping to repay him for all the good things he had done for her during this time with her body.
Inside the Chenxi Garment Factory, the simple opening ceremony concluded with the sound of firecrackers.
Song Yan stood in the crowd. She was strikingly beautiful, with red lips and sparkling eyes. Her red polka-dot dress accentuated her alluring charm. She walked gracefully forward, her eyes slightly upturned, and said:
"boss."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her sideways, nodded indifferently, then turned back, tightened his grip on the girl's slender hand beside him, and leaned close to her ear to whisper:
“Honey, she’s a fitting lady at our factory. Why don’t you take her place?”
Wen Jiaojiao's face was exquisitely beautiful, with beads of sweat glistening on her nose, and her long, loose ponytail hung obediently down her back.
She raised her exquisitely beautiful fingertips to gently brush away the stray hairs from her forehead, glanced sideways slightly, and smiled softly:
“I don’t want to show my face in public. She’s quite pretty and suitable. The factory’s profits will definitely increase.”
Wen Zhaoye raised his arm and put it around the back of her delicate neck, walking towards the factory corridor:
"She's not as pretty as my wife. Didn't you see the dress she's wearing? It's exactly the same as the one I bought for you. She doesn't look as good in it as my wife."
Wen Jiaojiao covered her lips and chuckled:
"Why are you being so glib now?"
People around them would occasionally glance at the two of them, but most of the people in the factory were from Daxi Village and nearby villages, and they all knew about the two of them, so they didn't find it particularly strange.
Song Yan had known Wen Zhaoye for a year, but he had been so focused on work that they hadn't had a chance to talk.
However, after accidentally learning that Song Zhu was working under him, he began to frequently appear in front of him under the pretext of visiting his aunt.
She watched the two figures leave, her heart filled with mixed feelings: I've only been away from the factory to see my aunt for a while, how come Wen Zhaoye has someone he likes and is getting married?
Wen Zhaoye took Wen Jiaojiao to the sewing machine area and, after repeatedly asking her questions and receiving her insistence on using the sewing machine, he discussed the matter with her.
"Honey, I have a lot of things to do right now. How about I find someone to teach you?"
Wen Jiaojiao sat in front of the sewing machine and nodded obediently, saying, "Okay."
Because the women's clothing factory was newly opened, several veteran employees and team leaders were transferred from the men's clothing factory and assigned here, with the aim of managing the factory under their guidance.
Wen Zhaoye glanced around and then looked at the plump woman, Wang Minmin, and said, "Come here for a moment."
He remembered her because she was the team leader at the men's clothing factory, and before she became the team leader, she was basically the best employee every month, so he felt at ease letting her teach Wen Jiaojiao.
Wang Minmin turned around and saw Wen Zhaoye. Overjoyed, she walked up to him and said, "Boss, is there something you need?"
Wen Zhaoye: "You teach my wife. She's never touched anything like this before. You can teach her slowly."
Wang Minmin's smile froze instantly. Realizing she had overthought things, she nodded and said:
"Okay, boss, you can go ahead and get busy."
Wen Zhaoye looked Wen Jiaojiao up and down, then suddenly turned to Wang Minmin and said, "Go to the office and get a chair for my wife."
Seeing Wang Minmin heading towards the office, Wen Jiaojiao stopped her, saying, "No need. It would be so embarrassing if I had the best equipment but couldn't get anything done."
Wen Zhaoye insisted that Wang Minmin go get it, and then turned to comfort Wen Jiaojiao, saying, "Just sit here and supervise, I'll go and get busy now."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Wen Jiaojiao fiddled with the sewing machine, but when she tried to operate it manually, she forgot to step on the pedal with her foot. When she tried to step on the pedal, her hand couldn't keep up.
She stopped what she was doing, sat motionless beside the sewing machine, and looked around at the people stomping on it as if they wanted to break it. She sighed inwardly.
"We have the same hands and feet, so why can't I coordinate them?"
Wang Minmin carried a chair over and handed it to her unhappily, saying:
"Move over a bit, I'll teach you, but I'll only teach you once. Learn carefully, and don't drag down our group's overall performance and affect our group bonus at the end of the month."
Wen Jiaojiao took the chair and sat down to the side, saying:
"Okay, go ahead and tell me."
Wang Minmin sat in front of the sewing machine explaining, and then with a "whoosh," a seam was sewn shut.
Wen Jiaojiao wore the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone. Before she could recover, Wang Minmin had already finished dressing her and stood up, saying:
"Alright, you can do it yourself. I still have a lot to do."
Wen Jiaojiao stared dumbfounded at her back. She came to her senses and tried to do it herself, but either her hands or feet were wrong. She endured the pain and persevered.
This hanging job really stumped me.
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