The entire courtyard was completely silent.
Wen Zhaoye's face turned bright red; he was nearly driven mad with anger. He placed her back on the bench, raised one hand to hold the back of her head, and covered her mouth with the other, warning her:
"We'll settle the score when you're sober."
He knew his hands were too rough and he was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't use too much force when covering her mouth with his large hand.
This caused Wen Jiaojiao to pull his large hand away, her beautiful eyes blazing with anger as she glared at him and shouted:
"You think you're so great? You even dare to lay a hand on me?"
Are you trying to give me a hard time?
You should at least give me some money.
Wen Zhaoye was so angry that his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and he felt as if he were being roasted by a raging fire.
His dark eyes were filled with shame and anger as he raised his hand and gently pinched her cheek.
As she struggled frantically, he poured half a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor) into her cup and forced it into her mouth.
"Wait until you're completely drunk and passed out, then let's see how you talk."
The already limited amount of baijiu slid down Wen Jiaojiao's crimson lips as she was forced to swallow it.
She felt as if a fire was burning inside her, and she abruptly pushed away the wine glass. Her cheeks were puffed out, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and her hands were at a loss as she said:
"Oh no, I'm so hot, my body is so hot, I'm really going to get what you've got."
Three black lines slid down Wen Zhaoye's forehead. He put the wine glass back down, speechless. When he inadvertently looked up, his face suddenly turned bright red.
Her pink shirt was soaked in the front, the fabric was transparent, and her full breasts, covered by her black underwear, were faintly visible.
His gaze narrowed as if burned, and he abruptly lifted her up, setting her down with his back to the crowd.
"You're something else, Wen Jiaojiao. I'll break your legs when we get home."
Wen Jiaojiao felt a wave of dizziness, her mind still reeling from being held by him. She sat on the bench and said:
"Let go, did you hear me? If you keep bullying me because you're so handsome, I won't be so polite to you."
People from the neighboring yard were still casting their gazes in the direction they were facing.
Wen Zhaoye's eyelids twitched. He didn't care about anything else, crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and roughly took off his clothes:
"Shut up."
Wen Jiaojiao felt the solid ground beneath her feet, and her beautiful eyes peeked open a crack.
Suddenly, she caught sight of Wen Zhaoye's bare upper body. Her gaze was fixed on his chest, and she exclaimed in surprise:
"Handsome, your pecs are quite impressive, you're a classic example of someone who keeps a low profile."
Wen Zhaoye paused as he was about to cover her chest, realizing that everyone's eyes were focused on her chest.
He didn't know if it was from anger or the heat, but his head was spinning, and his whole body was almost the color of a cooked shrimp.
Forcibly banishing the urge to faint, I insisted on covering her chest with my clothes and called out into the room:
"Ah Hao, get me some clothes."
Wen Jiaojiao was held in his arms, surrounded by his intensely hot breath.
Her beautiful eyes filled with a hazy, watery light, and she struggled in panic, saying:
"Let go, I was just joking with you to lighten the mood, you can't actually do it."
As she struggled and rubbed against him, Wen Zhaoye felt the full softness beneath his palm.
His breath was heavy with irritation. He then pulled his clothes around her neck, like a scarf covering her chest, and said in a rather helpless but kind voice:
"Don't move, in public. You'll regret it tomorrow."
The moment he let go, Wen Jiaojiao grabbed the "scarf" and tossed it aside, striking a very imposing pose as she said:
"You still know what 'in public' means? Taking off your clothes and showing off your chest muscles, aren't you ashamed?"
Wen Zhaoye's pupils trembled slightly; before he could stop it, his clothes flew onto the fence.
He picked up the clothes, feeling both ashamed and angry. Without saying a word, he hoisted her onto his shoulder with one arm and said, still fuming:
"Either you pass out, or you wake up."
"Zhaoye, the clothes are here." The groom jogged over with a piece of clothing in his hand.
Wen Zhaoye took the clothes, ignoring the girl's struggles and resistance, and carried her back into the house. After helping her put on the clothes, he put on Ah Hao's clothes himself, and said with a slight apology:
"She didn't do this on purpose at your wedding."
Wang Hao couldn't help but chuckle softly:
"It's alright. I believe everyone will remember my wedding now. It should be... unforgettable for a lifetime."
Wen Zhaoye's face darkened for a moment: "..." I guess I'll be the only one who gets married in my life.
Wen Jiaojiao finally succumbed to sleepiness, and drowsily closed her eyes as she lay back in the chair, mumbling indistinctly:
"I really want to go home. This place is no good at all."
Xu Cuifen rushed over from another house's yard, anxiously saying:
"Girl, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Zhaoye didn't even glance at her, but scooped up the girl, who was now limp as a puddle, and carried her out.
"She was drunk and kept talking nonsense."
Xu Cuifen stopped in her tracks and shouted into the courtyard:
"Which bastard gave my daughter alcohol?" She's going on a blind date tomorrow, isn't this just trying to ruin my daughter?
Many of the people at that table had poured drinks for Wen Jiaojiao, but now they looked resentful and didn't dare to say a word.
Wen Zhaoye was too lazy to look at her shrewish behavior. After placing Wen Jiaojiao in the back seat, he straddled her in front, wrapped one arm around her, and was about to ride away.
"Ugh~"
Wen Jiaojiao closed her eyes and spat out a mouthful of thick filth, which slid down his back.
The smell of alcohol filled the air, and Wen Zhaoye felt a sticky, warm sensation on his back.
His face was stiff and extremely embarrassed. After a couple of seconds, he turned around, took off his clothes, threw them on the roadside, and glanced at Wang Hao, saying:
"Ah Hao, when you go back to the factory, just pick out a couple of clothes for yourself."
"Then I'll go home and get you another one." Wang Hao smiled and turned to walk home.
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