Chapter 61 You'll crawl out of your grave again, bringing several cartloads of ghost money as a betrothal gift, right?
Wen's father was speechless and even began to reflect on himself.
Was it because he didn't provide Wen Yao with enough material support and love during her upbringing?
Or perhaps he didn't provide Wen Yao with a good education when she was getting to know the world?
It seems like they've given us everything we need.
Could it be that Wen Yao's genes mutated because he wasn't properly cared for during his wife's pregnancy?
Wen's father was completely baffled.
When his eldest son, Wen Yuan, was born, the Wen family was facing financial difficulties, and he was unable to spend enough time with his wife.
Unfortunately, his eldest son's growth coincided with the peak of his career, so he had limited energy to devote to his son.
But Wen Yuan has always been steady and outstanding, and has never caused him any trouble.
By the time Wen Yao was born, his career had stabilized and his family atmosphere was good.
The whole family poured almost all their love and energy into Wen Yao...
So why did you raise such a rebellious daughter?
Mr. Wen fell into deep thought, and unconsciously uttered his doubts in a soft voice.
“Dad, you’re a businessman too. You should understand that no investment is ever without failure.”
"Our family business is so successful, so it must have failed somewhere else."
"For example, I am a real-life example of your investment failure."
Even though the voice was soft, Wen Yao heard it clearly. She wasn't ashamed at all; instead, she replied to her father with a bright smile.
Perhaps this was Wen's father's fate, destined to suffer a Waterloo with his daughter.
The original owner, who had been carefully raised by him, loved freedom even more and abandoned her father and mother, leaving this world.
Even after transmigrating into the book and taking on the identity of the daughter, she is still "outstanding" and unique.
Wen's mother remained in a daze; in her memory, her daughter was very delicate and afraid of pain.
Once, when I went out to collect inspiration, I complained that the mattress in my dorm was either too soft or too hard.
She insisted that her family airlift her favorite mattress over.
How could someone take on five opponents and beat several petty thugs who were used to fighting and brawling until they were unable to fight back?
When Gu Shaohong asked her which martial arts teacher she had hired for Wen Yao, Wen's mother was completely stunned.
Martial arts, my foot! Wen Yao won't even learn to dance; she only knows basic ballroom dancing!
Seeing that Wen's father and mother were in low spirits, Wen Yuan, as the eldest brother, took the initiative to step up.
"Alright, Mom and Dad, you two go and rest first. I'll talk to Yaoyao."
After the elders left, Wen Yuan smiled politely at Fu Jinzhi, but there was no smile in his eyes:
“Mr. Fu, I’ll take Yaoyao upstairs for a chat. Please make yourself at home.”
Sensing Wen Yuan's dislike for him, Fu Jinzhi narrowed his eyes. This wasn't the first time he had felt hostility from Wen Yuan, but why?
Wen's father seemed to dislike him, though only with a hint of annoyance. But Wen Yuan, as his older brother, was always lukewarm towards him, with an indifferent attitude.
"Heh," Fu Jinzhi chuckled, his tone also carrying a hint of malice, "Oh, brother, is there anything I can't hear? I'm Yaoyao's husband."
As soon as he said that, Wen Yuan's smile faded a little.
Wen Yao seemed to have fallen into some strange battleground. She looked left and right, unsure whether to break up the fight or join in directly.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, then Fu Jinzhi suddenly smiled kindly, "I was just kidding. Even married couples need some private space. You guys go ahead."
Wen Yuan grabbed Wen Yao by the collar, turned around, and went upstairs. Even before he stepped onto the stairs, his cold voice could still be heard:
"Mr. Fu, you're too kind. You can just call me Wen Yuan from now on."
Now Wen Yao was also confused. Did her adopted older brother have some old grudge against Fu Jinzhi? Why did things seem so tense?
Wen Yuan led Wen Yao into his study. The study was well-lit, making Wen Yuan's features appear even more striking. He looked at Wen Yao with a gentle and sunny gaze.
He was a handsome and refined man, and it seemed as if the lividity on his body had faded.
But the moment he opens his mouth, he loses all semblance of being upright and honest.
"Yaoyao, do you want to divorce Fu Jinzhi? Don't worry about anything else, just tell me your true thoughts, and I will help you."
"I don't want to." Wen Yao was increasingly puzzled. What was her cheap brother talking about?
Why did she have to divorce Fu Jinzhi when everything was fine...?
“But cheating is never a good thing. Especially Gu Shaohong, he doesn’t deserve to be your lover at all.” Wen Yuan disagreed.
The phone call from Gu Shaohong tonight was tinged with ambiguity, leading Wen Yuan to believe that Wen Yao and Gu Shaohong had a relationship that did not align with core values.
Wen Yao opened her mouth in astonishment. "Brother, dear brother, what are you saying?"
Seeing Wen Yao staring blankly at him without replying for a long time, Wen Yuan assumed that she was unwilling.
So he frowned slightly and said in a conciliatory manner, "How about this, if you really want an extramarital affair, I'll find you a few suitable candidates."
"Appearance, education, and romantic history will all be taken into consideration. I will definitely find you a clean and excellent lover."
Wen Yao: ...
Seeing that Wen Yao still didn't respond, Wen Yuan's brows furrowed even deeper. He believed that Wen Yao was dissatisfied with the number of her lovers, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Then three is the best. No more than that, or it won't be good for your health."
“No, brother.” Wen Yao quickly interrupted, “I don’t need any of them. Fu Jinzhi and I are doing fine.”
"Is Gu Shaohong lying to you? You can't believe a single word he says; he's no different from a flushing toilet."
Hearing Wen Yao's explanation, Wen Yuan's expression, which should have relaxed, remained tense; he looked listless.
"Why do you have to hang yourself on Fu Jinzhi? He doesn't deserve you at all."
Wen Yao was surprised: "Does Fu Jinzhi have some unknown bad habits?"
Wen Yuan: "I don't know."
Wen Yao: "Then why are you so averse to him?"
Wen Yuan snorted, pushed the documents on the table aside, and slumped onto the table like a child.
"Because I'm the kind of person who goes by my feelings."
"I feel he's not good enough for you."
Wen Yao was stunned. What a willful older brother! You're not a sister-obsessed brother, are you?
Wen Yao tentatively asked, "Brother, what kind of person do you think is worthy of me?"
Wen Yuan immediately straightened up, his expression serious:
"At the very least, you need to be 190cm tall, have a well-proportioned physique, eight-pack abs, and be handsome."
"A doctoral degree is the best qualification, and of course, you must graduate from a world-renowned university."
"Most importantly, he is emotionally stable, obedient to you, responsible, and romantic."
"The age cannot exceed 25 years old, the family background must be clean and respectable, and there cannot be any messy relatives."
"If you want to marry into our family, we can offer a high dowry."
...
Wen Yao felt increasingly uneasy as she listened; her brother was definitely out of his mind.
Putting aside other stringent requirements, just the fact that someone is a PhD graduate from a world-renowned university who is no more than 25 years old—what kind of genius would that be?
Wen Yao herself felt it was a waste to have such a pillar of society marry into her family and provide her with emotional support.
"Stop talking, bro. You're not talking to a human, you're talking to a god. They don't even exist on earth." Wen Yao rolled her eyes.
Wen Yuan stubbornly insisted, "We can always find it if we keep looking."
Wen Yao gave a forced smile: "Then, by the time you find me, the grass on my grave will be a meter tall, and you'll crawl out of the grave with several cartloads of ghost money as a betrothal gift, right?"
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