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Jin Zhao braced herself for Wei Ting to choke her or torture her in some way, but only felt a sting on her scalp.
“Ouch!”
Jin Zhao cried out in pain, clutching her head. She turned and saw Wei Ting holding one of her hairs, throwing it onto the shirt.
“Take a good look at whose it is.”
Jin Zhao looked at the two hairs in her hand, the same length and thickness, her face slightly embarrassed.
“I was just about to say that this hair looks well-maintained, definitely a great beauty’s. It’s mine.”
“Husband, if someone seduces you in the future, will you say that—you’re not even as good as a single strand of her hair?”
Wei Ting was immune to her nonsense. Seeing the shirt in Jin Zhao’s hand, he frowned slightly. “Why haven’t you thrown it away yet?”
“Just because I dropped a hair on it, you want to throw it away?”
Jin Zhao stared at him incredulously, thinking that after last night’s events, their relationship might improve.
But the man was unyielding.
“If you like it so much, keep it.”
“Since it’s something my husband gave me, I must keep it well.”
Jin Zhao was determined to be a skilled flatterer. Although she had just gossiped, it didn’t affect her performance now.
The second Wei Ting turned to go upstairs—
Jin Zhao immediately whispered to Zhang Sao, “After washing it, put it at the very bottom of my closet, preferably beneath all my clothes.”
If she couldn’t suppress him in terms of momentum, she could suppress his clothes.
In ancient times, the groom would press down on the bride’s veil; today, a great beauty suppresses her husband’s shirt.
Wei Ting was actually still at Tanyuan when it was time for dinner.
“Is this a record?” Jin Zhao gossiped with Zhang Sao.
Zhang Sao liked this new mistress; who wouldn’t like a boss who is easy to chat with, causes little trouble, and gives raises? “Tonight is a good time to ease the relationship between husband and wife. Miss, it’s easy for a woman to pursue a man.”
Jin Zhao disagreed. That’s for ordinary men.
Between her and Wei Ting, there were 180 mountains, the Wumeng Mountains connected to mountains beyond mountains.
She almost considered finding another powerful person to rely on.
Qin Zhuli stood beside them, expressionlessly reading a document. “Our revenue in the last quarter was 166.2 billion, a 7% year-on-year increase…”
No, no! Jin Zhao felt she had the energy to climb 800 mountains.
Wei Ting was listening to his assistant’s report when he suddenly felt a strong gaze from across the table.
“What are you doing?”
Jin Zhao slightly concealed her “zeal,” looking understanding. “It’s this late; why don’t you let Qin Zhuli go home? He also needs to have some alone time.”
Qin Zhuli was already in tears; his girlfriend was about to break up with him.
From now on, he would swear allegiance to Miss Jin.
Wei Ting glanced at her indifferently. “His monthly salary is more than ten times that of others.”
He gestured for Qin Zhuli to leave. The maid had just set the dinner, and he looked at the person across the table who wasn’t eating elegantly but with great appetite.
“I remember you came down for lunch.”
Why did she look like she hadn’t eaten in a long time?
“I don’t want to disappoint the chef, and I’m very hungry.”
After saying this, Jin Zhao suddenly realized that this was the first time she and Wei Ting had dinner alone. She should try to pay attention to her image.
The last time at the Wei family’s old house didn’t count because there were so many people.
Zhang Sao, trying to save Jin Zhao’s image, quickly explained, “Miss drew pictures in the room all afternoon; it’s normal to be tired.”
Wei Ting raised an eyebrow. “What kind of pictures?”
“Don’t ask; they’re erotic pictures.”
Jin Zhao straightened her posture; acting ladylike was her forte.
In her original world, she had risen from the bottom to high society; she was best at acting ladylike in public.
A hooligan in private.
Wei Ting looked at her current eating manner; she was like those ladies, nothing new.
“Be normal,” he said. “I’ll be at Tanyuan often. If you don’t want to pretend your whole life, just be yourself.”
The food Jin Zhao had just picked up fell onto the plate. “Often? Why? Because I led your cousin astray yesterday?”
Wei Ting slowly wiped his hands and looked at her.
“You say you’re wholeheartedly devoted to me. Why? You’re not happy that I’m living here?”
“Of course, I am,” Jin Zhao smiled.
MMP in her heart.
With Wei Ting paying, living alone in Tanyuan or living with Wei Ting, she could still tell which was more comfortable.
“I’m just worried that my husband is under stress.”
Wei Ting sneered. Old Master Wei had come to Wei Shi to inspect and specifically asked about his marital relationship yesterday.
“If you’d ignored her since you married her, I wouldn’t care, but since you’ve been married, maintain your relationship. You’re separated all the time; when will I have a great-grandchild?”
Those were Old Master Wei’s exact words.
Wei Ting was puzzled about when he had been married to Jin Zhao, then he remembered that night at the old house.
Being misunderstood was understandable.
“No.”
Jin Zhao didn’t know what he was up to and casually agreed. “Okay, but it’s normal for middle-aged people to return to their families.”
“Middle-aged?” Wei Ting repeated, his eyes cold.
Jin Zhao realized what she had said and quickly recovered. “Prime… prime…”
29-year-old old man, go take your aphrodisiac.
After dinner, when Jin Zhao was about to go back to her room, her phone vibrated incessantly. She picked it up and found Xu Shuli bombarding her.
“Zhao Zhao, remember to whisper sweet nothings!”
“I heard from Grandpa that Brother is living at Tanyuan now.”
“If you don’t help me, I’ll tell Brother right now that you said that nineteen-year-old boy is more handsome than him at Night Banquet.”
Jin Zhao was furious. “I didn’t say that! I only said that young men are more interesting than old men!”
When Wei Ting went upstairs to his study, he saw someone sneaking behind him and ignored him.
A moment later, there was a knock on the study door, and a small head peeked through the crack, its eyes rolling around.
“Husband, would you like some coffee?”
Wei Ting: “No, I’ll have insomnia.”
A few minutes later, “Husband, mangoes are here!”
Wei Ting: “Allergic.”
Jin Zhao: “…”
After Jin Zhao exhausted all her ideas and tried seven or eight different teas and fruits, Wei Ting finally lost his patience and looked at the person at the door.
“Come in, what is it?”
“Should I massage your shoulders first?” Jin Zhao walked behind the chair and put her hands on the man’s shoulders.
These broad shoulders, it would be a waste not to make an erotic video.
Wei Ting wanted to stop her, but Jin Zhao had already taken the initiative. Her fingertips were soft, and pressing on his muscles didn’t have much effect.
But it tickled.
He endured it for a while and asked, “So diligent, do you want a car or a bag?”
He was curious how expensive it was that she wouldn’t use her own card and had to ask him.
“Can I really say it?” Jin Zhao asked tentatively.
Wei Ting heard her meaning and thought for a moment; there was only one possibility.
He turned to look at Jin Zhao, who looked guilty.
“Do you want me to sleep in the same room with you tonight?”
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