Wen Jiaojiao turned around and looked at Wen Zhaoye. Coincidentally, Wen Zhaoye was also looking at her, and their eyes met across the crowd.
A bright smile appeared in Wen Zhaoye's eyes, and he mouthed:
"When are you coming home? Let's go together, honey."
Wen Jiaojiao understood what she meant, and with a slight smile, she looked away without saying a word.
People around Wen Zhaoye followed his gaze and were thoroughly disgusted by the young man's clingy manner.
Wen Jiaojiao was talking to the two people beside her.
Suddenly, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Wen Zhaoye looking down at her, saying, "Let's go home."
Everyone around looked over at the same time, and Wen Jiaojiao stood up and said:
"Um, Mom, I'm going back now."
Qi Meijing stared at Wen Zhaoye for a while and said:
"Is this the one?"
Wen Jiaojiao nodded:
"Okay, I'll be going now."
Wen Zhaoye pulled out the chair behind her and openly took her hand as they left.
One of the noblewomen said:
"Meijing, could this guy be Jiaojiao's boyfriend? Let me tell you, a man who's good-looking isn't all that great."
"That's right, how about we introduce my son to Jiaojiao sometime?"
"And then there's my son. He just came back from studying abroad and plays various musical instruments. The two of them should have a lot in common."
The others chimed in all at once, and Qi Meijing replied:
"As long as the child is happy, I won't interfere with anything else."
No one present had the same level of influence as the Jiang family, so naturally they wanted to curry favor with them. In reality, there wasn't much difference between high-level social interactions and rural interactions; it was simply a matter of comparing one's own children and then comparing the achievements of one's own company.
Qi Meijing gave up on the idea and left with Jiang Ci.
Inside the car.
Li Zhu reported to Jiang Peitian:
"Boss, Madam has sent people to investigate the young master's affairs."
Jiang Peitian took off his suit jacket and said:
“This can’t be kept secret at all, and I don’t want to keep it a secret either. Just tell Zhaoye tomorrow that you’re taking him to the Jiang residence for a meal.”
"Yes, boss."
Jiang Peitian then slowly made his way to the hotel. He had negotiated an overseas order today and had made it clear in advance that he didn't need to come. However, considering the close relationship between the two families, he felt he should at least come to offer a toast, no matter how late it was.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Wen Jiaojiao watched Wen Zhaoye skillfully drive the car and asked curiously:
"How come I haven't heard that you took your driving test?"
"I bought it. And this kind of car is very easy to drive."
Wen Jiaojiao turned her head to look at the flashing neon lights outside the window and murmured:
"No wonder you refused to go into that shop last time we passed by."
Wen Zhaoye held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand he held her slender hand in his palm, gently stroking it as he said:
"Taking you there now will be the same."
"Forget it."
"How about I take you to the company tomorrow?"
Wen Jiaojiao refused:
"I have to go to the film set tomorrow. Filming will be finished soon, but all these messy things have delayed us for a long time."
Wen Zhaoye wanted to say that he was actually the one who invested in her, but thinking about the various outrageous things he did in the hospital, he was a little afraid that revealing it would affect their current relationship.
He looked annoyed: "I should have known better than to say I went to her room every night. I scared her, but now that I think about it, it feels kind of lewd."
The two returned home.
Wen Zhaoye started tidying up the dried sheets and clothes, while Wen Jiaojiao went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The two of them unconsciously developed a sense of mutual support and affection.
Wen Zhaoye was folding bed sheets by the sofa when she saw Wen Jiaojiao come out and said:
"Honey, how about I take you to the film set tomorrow?"
Wen Jiaojiao knew exactly what she was thinking. She sipped her water and said:
"Come on, are you trying to send me there? Or do you just want others to know you're with me?"
Wen Zhaoye sat on the sofa, reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her onto his lap. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his eyebrows raised, and said:
“Honey, I used to think that Hong Kong was a big city and I was lonely, but now that I have you, it feels different.”
Wen Jiaojiao: "Actually, I don't really like it either. I feel that life in the small village is more comfortable. Let's go home in a while."
Wen Zhaoye said in a gentle voice:
“Sure, that's perfect timing since it's Chinese New Year. We can keep our promise and have the wedding after the New Year. Isn't that great?”
This time, Wen Jiaojiao didn't resist, and Wen Zhaoye went back to his room, took out a bankbook, and handed it to her, saying:
"Honey, why don't you stop acting and just stay home?"
Wen Jiaojiao took it and glanced at it. There were seven zeros. She pursed her lips and said:
"Brother, do you remember when I told you about the future across-the-board surge in housing prices?"
"Yes, so I believed you. I bought a large piece of land not far from the men's clothing factory in my hometown county, and the price was particularly cheap."
"No, we're buying land in Gangcheng. Gangcheng will become a city where every inch of land is incredibly valuable in the future. As long as we buy a few plots of land, we're guaranteed to make a profit."
“Sure, you decide. I’ve been thinking about moving the company back to Yuncheng, since the economy there is developed and it’s close to home. If you want to go back, you can do so anytime.”
“The future development of this port city is not as good as that of first-tier cities in the inland. If we want to buy land, we can’t just buy in one place. We can also buy some in the inland.”
"Okay, whatever you say."
Looking at the numbers in her savings account, Wen Jiaojiao felt that the future was promising.
Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye spoke up.
"Now that the business is done, shouldn't we get down to something more important?"
Wen Jiaojiao frowned slightly: "What important business are you doing?"
"To do something important in my life."
After Wen Zhao finished speaking, he pressed her down onto the sofa.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the man who was tearing off her clothes and said:
"You haven't taken a shower yet."
Wen Zhaoye pressed his thin lips against her cheek, habitually reaching out to touch her full, soft breast, saying:
"Let's shower together later."
Wen Jiaojiao's chest was largely exposed. She turned her head and chuckled helplessly, "..."
In less than two years, his body will be ruined by his sleeping with her.
The next morning.
Jiang Peitian sat at the head of the table and said:
"Someone important is coming to the house tonight, remember to have them prepare."
Although Qi Meijing sent people to investigate, the person had not yet presented all the information. She had a vague sense of unease and asked, "Who is it?"
"You'll find out tonight."
After Jiang Peitian finished speaking, he got up and left.
Qi Meijing gripped her chopsticks tightly, her gaze serious. Seeing Jiang Ci rushing out, she called out, "Jiang Ci, where are you going so early in the morning?"
Jiang Ci's smile froze, and she stammered:
I'm going out for a walk.
"Can't you just give your mother a break? I just found out your father is having an affair..."
Qi Meijing stopped mid-sentence, deciding it was better not to let her know, since it wouldn't solve anything and she didn't care at all.
She waved her hand irritably and said, "Remember to come back for dinner tonight."
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