Chapter 10.2

The original owner didn’t dare, and she probably wouldn’t either.

“What are you afraid of?” Zhou Yao looked at her with a sideways glance and a hint of disdain, “If you’re afraid of being shameless, then those who are shameless will scare you; if you’re afraid of being reckless, then those who are reckless will scare you. As long as you are more shameless and reckless than her, she will be scared of you.”

Wen Yue pondered, “So you’re shameless, reckless, and fearless?”

Zhou Yao stopped and turned to face Wen Yue, his slanted eyes fixed on her with a dark and sharp gaze that carried an ambiguous meaning.

Wen Yue felt a bit nervous under his intense stare, unconsciously gripping her clothes, wondering if he was getting angry.

“Then why aren’t you afraid of me, but afraid of your aunt? Aren’t I fiercer than her?” Zhou Yao was not angry.

Seeing his expression unchanged, Wen Yue secretly sighed with relief and answered honestly, “You won’t hit me. My aunt will hit people, and I can’t fight her; I’m not as strong as she is.”

Li Huahong, being a woman accustomed to farm work, naturally had much more strength than Wen Yue, who was malnourished.

Zhou Yao disdainfully said, “…Really useless.”

“Alright, I’ll help you ask.”

Wen Yue’s eyes lit up, her smile brightened, “Thank you~”

Zhou Yao took out the thousand yuan of bride price that Wen Guoqiang had returned and handed it to Wen Yue. His wheat-colored fingers, long and well-defined, were a blessing for hand enthusiasts.

Wen Yue admired the stack of money for a while, then suddenly realized, “…Is this for me?”

“This is the money my father prepared for my wife. Since you’re my wife, of course it’s for you,” Zhou Yao said with a very calm expression, as if it was a trivial matter. However, Wen Yue vaguely sensed that his mood might not be great.

She hesitated, “No, it’s too much.”

A thousand yuan was a huge amount of money in this era.

Wen Yue had seen online that a hundred yuan could last two to three months if you were frugal, and factory workers earned only a few dozen yuan a month.

She felt she couldn’t accept such a large sum.

Zhou Yao’s expression remained unchanged, “Don’t want it? Then I’ll throw it away.”

He raised his hand as if to toss the money into a nearby ditch.

“Eh?!” Wen Yue’s eyes widened, her brain hadn’t caught up yet, and her hand instinctively grabbed Zhou Yao’s wrist.

His wrist was quite thick, and his skin was warm. Her fingertips touched the prominent veins on the back of his hand, which felt unexpectedly soft and springy.

Wen Yue thought this man’s veins should be tough as well.

he grumbled to herself and, gritting her teeth, said, “Fine, I’ll pay it back, okay?”

Who does that?

Throwing money away just because it’s refused? Even rich people don’t act like this. This man really has a unique way of thinking.

Wen Yue clung to Zhou Yao’s arm and pulled the stack of money from his hand, stuffing it haphazardly into her pants pocket.

The thick wad of money made a considerable bulge in her pocket and was quite uncomfortable against her leg due to the thin fabric of her pants.

She decided to keep the money for now and give it back to Zhou Yao if needed later.

Wen Yue thought this to herself, then looked up and realized how close she was to Zhou Yao’s face.

His narrow, slanted eyes were so close, with a faint gleam, and his handsome features appeared even more deep and defined.

Zhou Yao raised an eyebrow, “You’ve taken the money but haven’t let go yet. Do you want me to carry you home?”

Wen Yue: “…”

Wen Yue realized she was practically hanging off his arm to prevent him from throwing away the money. She could feel his strong, solid arm, and he seemed effortlessly comfortable even with her hanging on.

She quickly released her grip, taking two large steps back, her pale face flushed with two red spots, and replied hurriedly, “No need, I can walk by myself.”

Her reaction seemed to indicate she was quite disdainful.

Zhou Yao felt inexplicably annoyed, making a soft clicking sound, and said nothing more. He lifted his long legs and continued walking forward.

Wen Yue fell silent, following Zhou Yao with a red face.

She touched her flushed, hot cheeks, took a deep breath, and her confused mind was flooded with various chaotic thoughts.

Zhou Yao’s arms were strong, with tight muscles. She had seen his chest muscles when cleaning two days ago. He probably had abdominal muscles as well, though she wondered how many.

Eight-pack? Or six-pack?

His waist-to-shoulder ratio was also striking, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which some called a “dog waist”?

Wen Yue recalled some comments she had seen on short videos about not wearing pants, and her already cooling face began to flush again.

Zhou Yao glanced back inadvertently and saw his little wife’s face getting redder and redder. He frowned and asked, “Why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?”

“No,” Wen Yue quickly shoved the impure thoughts from her mind, covering her face and mumbling, “It’s sunny, I got sunburned.”

Zhou Yao looked up at the gentle sunlight overhead.

“?”

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