Wen Jiaojiao: "I think if you changed your surname, the first thing you'd experience would be a year of tears behind bars."
Wen Zhaoye's smile vanished abruptly, followed by the words, "And then he was sentenced to death."
As Wen Jiaojiao finished speaking, she saw his face flush red and then pale. Fearing he might punch her to death, she turned pale and quickly reached out to grab his strong arms, changing her words:
"Pah, it's all my fault, forget I said anything."
Wen Zhaoye stared at her intently.
What does she mean by that?
Wen Jiaojiao's heart trembled under his gaze, and she decisively chose to escape. She carried a bamboo chair and went straight to the kitchen under his frowning and questioning gaze.
The cured pork and dried green beans that Xu Cuifen was stir-frying in the pot were still so bad that you couldn't find more than three slices of meat even if you looked closely.
Suddenly, a shower of cured meat began to fall from above the large pot.
Xu Cuifen turned her head and saw Wen Jiaojiao standing on a bamboo chair, one hand gripping the hanging basket on the roof, and the other holding a large, chipped bowl upside down in mid-air.
She looked at the pot of cured pork and dried green beans, which contained more meat than vegetables, and said with a pained expression:
"Oh my god, what are you doing?"
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at the man standing at the entrance of the main room, looking in their direction, and deliberately raised her voice:
"You're so stingy all the time. Look how tired my brother is. Don't you know how to make him feel better?"
Xu Cuifen also noticed Wen Zhaoye. She was angry but dared not lose her temper. She even had to be careful with her tone when speaking to her daughter, coaxing her gently:
“Look at you, kid. Your brother has eaten all sorts of things in the county town. What’s so good about this salted meat? Give the bowl to Mom, and Mom will scoop it back into the bowl.”
Seeing her reach out, Wen Jiaojiao quickly raised the bowl and refused:
"No, county town life is county town life. My brother has been here for several days now, he must be craving food. You should cook a good meal for him." Xu Cuifen, I advise you not to be reckless. I'm saving you along with me.
Wen Jiaojiao didn't forget a sentence in the book that summarized the main point: when Jiang Zhaoye was 26, he moved his business to the city center.
Before he left, there was a crazy woman at the factory gate who was babbling incoherently and spitting at him.
Before he got into the car, the description depicted him glancing back at the madwoman, his eyes concealing a surging murderous intent and endless hatred.
Then the scene changes to a crazy woman lying dead in the street on a rainy night. Although it is not explicitly stated that he was the one who killed her, he was eventually imprisoned again and convicted of murdering two people and committing countless acts of violence.
It is unknown who exactly took those two lives, but the fact that he doesn't currently show the same ferocious side as he did in the next three years doesn't mean he won't harbor resentment and seek revenge later.
Wen Zhaoye felt increasingly unable to understand her, and after pondering for a while, he thought: "..."
Has loving me to the point of losing myself?
Looking at her daughter's worthless appearance, Xu Cuifen was furious but sighed and said kindly:
"Alright, alright, my dear, hurry up and go back inside to rest. Look how hot you are, it breaks my heart to see you like this."
Wen Jiaojiao smiled with satisfaction and reminded her:
"Also, remember to make my brother a tomato and egg soup. With meat, vegetables, and egg soup, the nutrition will be balanced so that he won't... grow up badly."
The two words she emphasized at the end were not realized by either of them to refer to their thoughts.
Wen Zhaoye raised his hand and touched his cheek without confidence:
Are they afraid I'll become ugly?
Could it be that he likes my face?
Should we be more careful in the future?
After giving her instructions, Wen Jiaojiao ignored Xu Cuifen's twitching eyelids and walked straight to the man. Under his deep gaze, she put her hands behind her back and smiled in a particularly ingratiating way:
"Brother, is there anything else you want to eat? I can ask my mom to make it for you."
Wen Zhaoye's crimson lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. Beneath his deep, dark eyes, a turbulent, possessive heat lurked beneath, and he spoke softly:
"You don't need to put so much effort into me." I like you quite a bit too.
Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful, peach-blossom eyes, seemingly filled with water, brimmed with a smile as she said something she didn't truly mean:
"How can you call it putting in a lot of effort? I'm doing this from the heart." If it weren't for making a living, who would bother with this kind of effort?
Wen Zhaoye felt that they should also work on their relationship, so he said frankly, "Let's go to the hospital for a check-up. When we get back, I'll be able to decide how to treat you."
Wen Jiaojiao's smile froze instantly, her mind filled with his desire to uncover her secrets. She lowered her long eyelashes, concealing the panic and fear in her eyes, and said softly:
“I made it very clear that night that I wouldn’t go.”
Wen Zhaoye recalled the way her beautiful eyes were filled with tears that night, and softened, saying, "Alright, I'll decide for myself."
Wen Jiaojiao was internally crying a storm:
You've really started to suspect me?
Why are you being so direct?
Xu Cuifen didn't disturb their rare moment of harmony, and brought all the food to the table.
Thinking that if he drugged her tonight, it would definitely cause a huge commotion, and he might even prefer to go out and find girls in the village rather than touch Wen Jiaojiao,
She had to be on the safe side and said, "Zhaoye, the fish fry we released into the fishpond during the Lunar New Year are probably quite big now."
"Why don't you sleep in the hut by the fishpond tonight and see if anyone's stealing fish?"
The fish in our family's pond are rarely fed; they just grow wildly, so it's difficult for them to grow big in less than two years.
It's only been half a year, so no one would even have that thought. Wen Zhaoye was planning to let Wen Jiaojiao take advantage of him tonight, so naturally he wouldn't agree.
He parted his thin lips slightly, about to speak, when Wen Jiaojiao spoke up: "I'll take my brother there tonight. It goes through wheat fields, and if he gets bitten or something on the way, there'll be no one to save him if something happens to him."
Wen Zhaoye paused in his speech, then silently closed his mouth, unable to suppress a slight upward curve in his lips:
What if she takes advantage of the dark and windy night, when no one is around, to do whatever she wants to me?
Xu Cuifen was initially worried that Wen Jiaojiao might be shy and unwilling, but now she was overjoyed.
"Okay, Mom will make you some herbal tea tonight. It's so hot today, it'll help you cool down."
Wen Jiaojiao sat at the dining table:
"Let my brother drink more; he had a nosebleed last time."
Wen Zhaoye was eating when he suddenly remembered seeing her naked and alluring body the last time, and his throat tightened.
He suppressed his agitation and replied perfunctorily, "I am a little feverish."
Xu Cuifen never expected things to go so smoothly, and the smile on her face never stopped:
"Then drink more tonight, and Jiaojiao should drink some too."
Wen Jiaojiao didn't take her words seriously, and kept putting good food on Wen Zhaoye's plate, saying in a shameless way to save her life:
"Brother, eat more."
Xu Cuifen picked up a spoon and scooped the whole, deliberately un-whipped egg from the tomato and egg soup into Wen Jiaojiao's bowl:
My daughter worked hard tonight, so she needs to eat more.
She had just put down her spoon when Wen Jiaojiao immediately placed the egg on Wen Zhaoye's plate.
As he paused to watch her movements, she nudged his strong arm with her elbow, urging him on:
"Eat quickly!"
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