Chapter 7: Behave Yourself

Jin Zhao had already started fantasizing about the winery and ranch she would soon receive. Perhaps Old Master Wei would generously gift her a manor, making her instantly rich.

“Stop drooling,” Wei Ting said abruptly.

She was so money-obsessed, but at least she was more lively than before.

Jin Zhao snapped out of her fantasy. It wasn’t that she was greedy; the situation was dire.

If one day, after completing the plot, she ended up abandoned, although things weren’t great now either.

She couldn’t return to her previous world, so she had to make as much money as possible to plan for her future life.

Ideally, she’d be incredibly wealthy, vacationing on islands every day and occasionally hiring foreign male models.

She looked at the man still standing at the doorway, who looked like a male model. “Why are you still here?”

Wei Ting’s expression was cold. Before he could speak, he saw her terrified expression.

“You’re not going to take back that Rolls-Royce, are you?”

“Or are you going to make me split Old Master’s reward with you?”

Jin Zhao carefully considered her remaining value.  Only one thing remained.

She slowly lowered her head, looking at her thin nightgown. Her figure was so good that only the rise and fall of her chest was visible.  She cautiously said, “You’re not going to want to share a room with me, are you?!”

Wasn’t this progressing too fast?!

But for the sake of living luxuriously, it wasn’t impossible… Just consider it being bitten by a dog.

Wei Ting looked coldly at her dramatic display and her inexplicable blush.

“I want to know how much you remember about what happened before.”

“I remember vaguely. Maybe it’s post-concussion syndrome?” Jin Zhao answered truthfully.

Most of it was constructed from the plot in the book and the remnants of her original memories.  She had no idea about many of the details not written in the book.

“I’ll have a doctor check you out in a few days.” Wei Ting said this and turned to leave.

Jin Zhao still thought he was quite good to his arranged-marriage wife; no wonder he saved her life in the end.

As soon as she finished thinking this, she saw a large footprint he had left on the carpet.

She retracted her previous thoughts.

There was no accident; it was all revenge.

That evening, when she returned to her bedroom to rest, the maid came to tidy up.

Jin Zhao was curious. “Zhang Sao, where did Wei Ting sleep every time he came back? In the study?”

Zhang Sao looked at her with a “pitiful” expression. The changes in their young mistress were obvious; not only had her temper improved, but she also gave them gifts and their salaries had increased significantly.

Although it was paid from Mr. Wei’s account.

“Sir only stayed here for one or two nights. There’s a room exclusively for him on this floor.”

Zhang Sao didn’t finish. The room was even larger than Miss Jin’s.  Such a distinguished gentleman wouldn’t deign to sleep in the study.

“Oh.” Jin Zhao immediately understood and couldn’t help but criticize her own saintly heart for worrying about Wei Ting sleeping in the study.

Only she would be forced to sleep in the study. No, Wei Ting wouldn’t even let her near the study.

She would only sleep in the living room.

Seeing her distressed expression, Zhang Sao, remembering the occasional sweet and coquettish “husband” calls from the house recently, softly comforted Jin Zhao.

“Miss, if you want to get closer to Sir, don’t rush. Slowly share a room, and it will happen naturally later.”

“I don’t have that need or desire!” Jin Zhao buried her face in the pillow and waved her hand. “Zhang Sao, you can go; I’m going to sleep.”

After all, he was the most powerful person in Jing City, and it was so difficult to get close to him.

If Wei Ting was willing to be a respectful husband, she wouldn’t have to try to seduce that poker face.  Give her some time; she had never been in a relationship before.

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At the Wei family’s old house, Jin Zhao, Wei Ting, and a group of people stood at the entrance waiting for the old master’s car to drive into the manor.

She saw a middle-aged man standing beside Wei Ting who shared about a third of his features; he must be Wei Ting’s father, Wei Sheng.  Their relationship seemed strained; they hadn’t exchanged a word since appearing.

Wei Ting had noticed her wandering eyes. “Behave yourself.”

Jin Zhao suppressed her curiosity.  There were no relatives of Wei Ting’s generation here; he was an only child. Why did Gu Jue and the others call him Third Brother? Was he third among their friends?

“It’s a good thing you’re older…”

Otherwise, they wouldn’t call him Third Brother, they would call him “Little Third.”

Wei Ting: ?

As she was thinking, a line of black cars drove into the manor and stopped in front of them.

Jin Zhao saw an imposing old man get out of the car.  Then, from the other side of the car, came a young woman in an exquisite little black dress—the latest Chun Xia collection.

“Damn.” Jin Zhao couldn’t help but curse.

Wei Ting glanced at her. “Is this your ‘normal’ behavior?”

Jin Zhao tilted her head, her eyes filled with resentment. She whispered to him, “According to the cliché plot, your family should bring back your white moonlight or childhood sweetheart from abroad, and I’ll live a miserable life where my father doesn’t love me, my mother doesn’t love me, and my husband is having an affair.”

Wei Ting: “…”

“You’re not explaining, so it’s true?!” Jin Zhao pressed him.

She was just a vicious female supporting character; was it necessary to treat her like a Japanese person? (Implying excessive persecution)

As Wei Ting watched the old man approach, his arm was suddenly hugged tightly by someone. He wanted to pull away but lowered his head and met the stubborn gaze of a certain someone.

“I’m defending my sovereignty. Husband, don’t bother me.” Jin Zhao smiled sweetly but fiercely glared at the young woman walking over.

“Grandpa,” Wei Ting and Jin Zhao called out together.

“People are different after getting married; even standing there, there’s a sense of humanity.” The old man saw the intimate couple from afar and was very satisfied with the arranged marriage. “Someone told me before that Jin Zhao wasn’t suitable to be Wei Ting’s wife, but I think they’re a perfect match.”

Jin Zhao smiled sweetly, thinking that if it had been the previous Jin Zhao, her makeup alone would have scared the old man to death.

“This is a gift Little Li brought for you.” The old man gestured for the maid to hand the gift to Wei Ting.

“Grandpa, I’ll take it for Wei Ting.” Jin Zhao quickly reached out to take the gift box, noticing the maid’s hesitant expression; she thought they knew the inside story.

As soon as she took it, Jin Zhao felt like she could sink into the ground.

Her arm almost broke; what could be so heavy?!

“Need help?” Wei Ting’s lips curled slightly, watching her struggle.

“Husband, how can I let you do the work? I can do it!” Jin Zhao vowed to be a virtuous and good wife today, showing their sweetness to deter others.

She carried it into the inner hall. The girl who had been following the old master suddenly turned to Jin Zhao. “Sister-in-law, the gift is a bit heavy. Why don’t you let Brother take it?”

Jin Zhao was dumbfounded. “Related by blood?”

Wei Ting calmly nodded. “My cousin’s daughter.”

“You didn’t say so earlier.” Jin Zhao immediately let go of the gift and handed it to Wei Ting. “Husband, I just thought your arm muscles were weak, so it’s good exercise.”