Chapter 56 – Reborn Girl’s Aunt

Wen Xin had been staying at the Wei household for three days, during which she had done no work at all. Every day, she would wake up and wait for meals. Since Wei Rongrong now had Wei Zizhong and Lin Sujie, who adored him even more, he no longer enjoyed playing with Wen Xin as much. One night, he was even tricked by Lin Sujie into sleeping with them over a delicious piece of chocolate.

With Wei Rongrong no longer acting as a buffer, Wen Xin and Wei Xiuran had a rather intense encounter. Wei Xiuran’s teasing nature became unmistakably apparent during this time. He kept asking Wen Xin questions that made her feel incredibly embarrassed, insisting that she answer him. If Wen Xin refused, he would use all sorts of means to torment her. Unused to such treatment, Wen Xin quickly surrendered and answered whatever he asked of her.

Her obedient demeanor made Wei Xiuran’s eyes burn with emotion, causing him to become even fiercer. Wen Xin no longer remembered how she eventually fell asleep that night.

Because of how exhausting the night had been, Wen Xin overslept the next morning. When she woke, her body was sore all over. Wei Xiuran was no longer in the room. Wen Xin swiftly entered her personal space and drank several sips of Spiritual Water. The soreness in her body eased a little, and she no longer felt as uncomfortable.

She went to the bathroom on the second floor to soak in a bath enhanced with Spiritual Water. By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, she was full of vitality once again, as if the person who had struggled to get out of bed earlier was someone else entirely.

When Wen Xin went downstairs, the house was empty. In the kitchen, there was a pot of warm porridge, along with fried dough sticks, buns, and pickled vegetables on the table. Feeling hungry, Wen Xin eagerly devoured the food.

After eating, she inspected the kitchen. There were both vegetables and meat available, and since it was almost lunchtime, Wen Xin decided to start cooking.

In her past life, her cooking skills were mediocre, but through practice, they had improved significantly. She could now prepare delicious home-cooked dishes. If she used Spiritual Water, the dishes would become even tastier—fresh and fragrant, with a smell that could make anyone hungry.

There was a block of tofu in a basin, something Wei Xiuran had managed to grab early that morning from the market. On the vegetable rack near the kitchen, there were tomatoes and green peppers. Wen Xin cut the tofu into small, neat cubes and fried them in oil until both sides were golden brown. She then added water, seasonings, and tomatoes, letting it simmer for five minutes before tossing in the green peppers. Once the sauce thickened, she plated the tofu.

The white tofu, slightly tinged with golden brown, looked delightful against the red tomatoes and green peppers. The unique aroma of the green peppers, the tangy freshness of the tomatoes, and the rich flavor of the tofu blended together perfectly. It was truly a feast for the eyes and palate.

There was also a strip of pork tenderloin at home. Wen Xin sliced the meat into strips and stir-fried it with wood ear mushrooms, shredded carrots, and green pepper, making a plate of savory fish-flavored pork. With the remaining tomatoes, she made a tomato soup. For the greens, she prepared blanched bok choy.

When Lin Sujie rushed home with the children, the fragrant aroma of the dishes filled the house. Her usually gentle face softened even more as she glanced at the dining table before heading to the kitchen door. “Oh my, I was thinking I wouldn’t have enough time to cook, but you’ve already finished everything.”

The Wei household was located near People’s Park, and Lin Sujie had taken Wei Rongrong there to play in the morning. It was Wei Rongrong’s first time seeing such a lively place, so they had stayed a little longer. If it hadn’t been for time constraints, knowing how much Lin Sujie doted on the child, she might have let him play there all day.

Wen Xin smiled and said: “Once this little rascal steps out of the house, it’s almost impossible for him to come back early. I saw there was meat and vegetables in the kitchen, so I went ahead and cooked. I just hope it suits everyone’s taste.”

The Wei family used to have a housemaid, but she was let go eventually. As the only woman in the household, Lin Sujie had taken up the responsibility of cooking. She had gone from being a complete novice in the kitchen to someone whose cooking could now be praised as genuinely good.

Lin Sujie had always thought that once Wei Xiuran got married, she could hand over part of the cooking duties to his wife, allowing herself some much-needed rest. But things hadn’t gone as she had imagined. Wei Xiuran’s wife wasn’t a local and rarely returned home, leaving the responsibility of cooking firmly in Lin Sujie’s hands. Today, however, she didn’t have to cook, and her joy was unmistakable. Her gaze toward Wen Xin was warmer than ever before.

Waving her hand, Lin Sujie said: “Don’t worry about whether it suits our tastes. It’s not like we’re picky. Nowadays, who even has the luxury to demand so much? Being able to eat to our fill is already the greatest happiness.”

Wen Xin smiled and agreed. In this era, being able to eat until full was indeed a blessing.

Wei Rongrong, tired from playing at People’s Park, was now sitting obediently on the sofa, playing with the building blocks Lin Sujie had bought for him. He was quiet and well-behaved, not causing any trouble. Lin Sujie talked to Wen Xin about Wei Rongrong’s behavior at the park, clearly proud of her child.

Soon after, Wei Xiuran and his father returned. With everyone present, Lin Sujie ladled some food into a lunch box and set it aside. This was for Grandpa Wei and would need to be delivered to him shortly.

The family sat down together for the meal, and everyone had nothing but praise for Wen Xin’s cooking. The dishes she made were not overly seasoned. The fish-flavored pork had vibrant colors, a sweet and savory taste, and tender texture. The braised tofu was flavorful, aromatic, and delicious, with even the tomatoes and green peppers in the dish tasting great. The blanched bok choy, seasoned with soy sauce and minced garlic, was fresh and light. The tomato and egg soup was tangy and sweet. Wen Xin had added a few drops of Spiritual Water to each dish, elevating their flavors to perfection.

By the end of the meal, everyone was stuffed. Lin Sujie slouched in her chair, too lazy to move, and nudged Wei Zizhong with her foot. “Go take the food to Dad.”

Wei Zizhong wasn’t keen on going, but he listened to his wife. Taking the lunch box, he headed out. Before leaving, he invited Wei Rongrong to go with him. However, Wei Rongrong declined. Having just eaten, he was feeling drowsy and wanted to nap. Caught between his father, mother, and grandmother, Wei Rongrong hesitated for a moment before choosing Lin Sujie.

“Mommy, I’ll go with you next time, okay? For now, I’ll stay with Grandma.” he said with a mischievous grin.

His cheeky remark made everyone laugh. Wen Xin tapped his little head and said: “Alright, alright, I get it. Go take a nap with your grandma, but be good and don’t cause her any trouble.”

“I know, I know.” Wei Rongrong replied as he tugged on Lin Sujie’s hand, leading her to her room.

Wen Xin had woken up late in the morning and wasn’t feeling sleepy yet. Wei Xiuran, too, didn’t feel like resting. The two of them stood in the small courtyard at the front of the house, chatting.

“Xiuran, how’s Grandpa’s health lately?” Wen Xin asked.

In the past few days, Wen Xin had been visiting Grandpa Wei at the hospital every day, adding a few drops of Spiritual Water to his drinking water. Grandpa Wei’s health had shown significant improvement over this period. He had undergone some medical tests yesterday, and the results were expected to be ready today. Early that morning, Wei Xiuran and Wei Zizhong had gone to the hospital to check the results.

The winter sun was warm and comforting, making people feel cozy. Wei Xiuran lay on a bamboo lounge chair, squinting as he spoke: “Grandpa’s recovery is progressing quickly. The doctor said he can be discharged in a couple of days and continue recuperating at home.”

Wei Xiuran was in a great mood. Unlike Wen Xin, who had crossed over halfway through life, he had grown up like an ordinary child, starting from infancy. Before the age of eighteen, Wei Xiuran had no memories of his past life. During his childhood, Wei Zizhong and Lin Sujie were often busy, leaving him home alone for most of the day. He had grown up under Grandpa Wei’s care, and their bond was incredibly deep. Because of this close relationship, the news of Grandpa Wei’s illness had filled Wei Xiuran with fear.

Wei Xiuran’s memories of his past life had only begun to resurface after he turned eighteen. They came to him in fragmented dreams—hazy, surreal, teetering between truth and illusion. This state persisted until Wei Xiuran was sent to the countryside.

As the daughter of the Wen Family’s village leader, Wen Xin had crossed paths with Wei Xiuran many times, but she had never left much of an impression on him. It wasn’t until he turned twenty that everything changed. That year, Wen Xin was framed by her niece, and it was purely by chance that Wei Xiuran rescued her.

The night after the rescue, Wei Xiuran had a series of long dreams. In those dreams, he saw the past and present lives he shared with Wen Xin, witnessing scenes of their time together.

However, no matter how enchanting the dreams were, Wei Xiuran couldn’t feel the same spark of emotion when he saw Wen Xin during the day. When the Wen Family inquired whether he would marry Wen Xin, he had intended to refuse, yet the words of rejection got stuck in his throat.

He understood that the girl in his dreams, though sharing Wen Xin’s appearance and name, had a different soul—a soul that belonged to a centuries-old koi fish in the midst of spiritual cultivation. That soul was the one that had captured his heart. He wanted to refuse, but fear held him back. He reminded himself that in his previous two lifetimes, Wen Xin hadn’t been who she was from the very beginning either.

Wei Xiuran decided to take a gamble. If he won, it would be a joyful reunion, a blessing from the Three Pure Ones. If he lost, he would accept it. He would give Wen Xin a good life and take care of her for the rest of her days.

As the wedding day approached, Wei Xiuran grew increasingly uncertain. On the day of the wedding, even as the bridal chamber was set and the festive night began, she still hadn’t arrived. Wei Xiuran had given up hope. But to his surprise, in the blink of an eye, the original Wen Xin disappeared, replaced by the soul he had been yearning for.

The emotions of that moment, Wei Xiuran thought, were something he could remember for several lifetimes. It was a feeling of fulfilled longing, a sense of finally having waited long enough, and a sentiment of relief that she had finally come. He knew then that he had won his gamble.

Wen Xin sat beside Wei Xiuran, feeling drowsy under the warm sunlight. “That’s good to hear. Once Grandpa gets discharged, let’s head home.”

“Alright.” Wei Xiuran replied with a soft smile.

Wen Xin, half-asleep under the warm sunlight, had no idea how tenderly Wei Xiuran was looking at her at that very moment.  

Lin Sujie, however, noticed. She had something to discuss with Wei Xiuran but, seeing this scene, chose not to interrupt and quietly returned to her room.  

A few days later, Grandpa Wei was discharged from the hospital and returned home to rest. With Grandpa’s health improving, Wei Zizhong ended his leave and returned to work. He was employed at a daily chemical factory in Shanghai. Before the liberation, this factory had been owned by their family but was later donated. Now, Wei Zizhong worked there as a technical worker.  

Thanks to his ability to maintain good relationships and the goodwill left behind by Grandpa Wei, as well as the improved policies compared to three years ago, he had managed to secure a stable position. With Wei Xiuran’s current connections, finding a job in Shanghai would have been a simple task.  

This time, Lin Sujie hoped that Wei Xiuran would stay and not return to the countryside. In the past, Wei Xiuran would have outright refused, but Grandpa Wei’s recent health scare had made him reconsider the idea of settling back in the city.  

For Wen Xin, it didn’t matter where they lived; she was happy as long as she was with him. After Wei Xiuran shared his decision with his parents, they were overjoyed. That very afternoon, Wei Zizhong began leveraging his connections to arrange a suitable position for Wei Xiuran.  

Meanwhile, Wei Xiuran’s leave had come to an end, and it was time for him and Wen Xin to leave.  

Lin Sujie and the rest of the family were reluctant to see them go. To make the most of their remaining time together, Lin Sujie took Wen Xin shopping at the department store. The store was bustling with activity, adorned with banners, and packed with customers.  

Lin Sujie came prepared with plenty of money and ration tickets. She spared no expense, buying not just for Wen Xin and Wei Rongrong but also for Wen Xin’s relatives back in her hometown.  

The two returned home loaded with purchases and spent the entire afternoon organizing and packing the items. Later, they brought the packages to the post office to be shipped.  

That evening, the family dressed in their finest clothes and went to the Grand Guest Hotel, one of Shanghai’s most prestigious establishments, for dinner. The Grand Guest Hotel was the tallest building in Shanghai, and its exclusive dining services were only available to those with the right connections.  

Thanks to one of Grandpa Wei’s close friends, who provided an introduction letter, the family was able to secure a table.  

From the hotel’s windows, the entire city of Shanghai was laid out before them. Neon lights twinkled in the night, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.  

The dishes were served quickly, each prepared by renowned chefs with impeccable skills. The flavors were exquisite. During the meal, the family chatted casually about life and shared stories, enjoying the food and the moment. It was a relaxed and memorable evening filled with warmth and joy.  

After resting for two more days, Wen Xin and her family prepared to return home. Before leaving, Wen Xin left a jar of wine for the Wei family. This wine, brewed with **Spiritual Water** and infused with ginseng in her previous life, had yielded only three jars in total. One jar had been gifted to Old Man Wen, who had hidden it away. Wen Xin kept another jar for herself, intending to enjoy it in her old age. The remaining jar had always been intended for the Wei family.  

However, due to the underdeveloped transportation system at the time, Wen Xin had been concerned about the wine spoiling during transit and had kept it stored away. With Grandpa Wei having recently been hospitalized, it hadn’t been the right time to bring it out. Now that Grandpa Wei had recovered significantly and could enjoy a bit of alcohol, it was the perfect opportunity to present the gift.  

Both Grandpa Wei and Wei Zizhong were wine enthusiasts. The moment they caught the aroma, they recognized it as exceptional. During dinner, Grandpa Wei poured himself a cup and even gave a small amount to Lin Sujie, who wasn’t particularly fond of drinking.  

The wine, warm and rich, brought immediate comfort. Lin Sujie, who had chronic shoulder and neck discomfort, felt a soothing warmth spread through her body after drinking it. That night, she noticed her usual aches and restlessness were gone. She slept deeply and soundly, waking up refreshed for the first time in a long while.  

When the day came for Wen Xin and her family to leave, the Wei family accompanied them to the train station. At the platform, Lin Sujie held Wei Rongrong tightly, kissing him on both cheeks, clearly reluctant to let him go.  

Wei Zizhong, though a man of few words, couldn’t hide the sorrow in his eyes as he gazed at Wei Rongrong. Grandpa Wei, on the other hand, was the calmest. “Alright, alright, they’ll be back before you know it.” he said, waving it off.  

Indeed, Wei Xiuran’s job in Shanghai was nearly finalized. If all went as planned, they would return in two months, just in time for the New Year celebrations. Hearing this, Lin Sujie felt a bit more at ease, though the pang of parting still lingered.  

When their train pulled into the station, the family bid their goodbyes. After their tickets were checked and they boarded, as the train began to pull away, Lin Sujie ran alongside it for several steps, her eyes brimming with emotion. Wei Xiuran, usually cheerful, now wore an expression tinged with melancholy.  

The train soon left the station. Wen Xin poured a cup of water for Wei Rongrong, while Wei Xiuran sat beside her. Their carriage was relatively empty, offering a rare moment of privacy. Wei Xiuran wrapped his arm around Wen Xin’s waist and rested his head on her shoulder. In a low, soft voice, he said: “Xin Xin, thank you.”  

Caught off guard, Wen Xin blinked, puzzled. “Thank me for what?”  

Wei Xiuran smiled but didn’t answer. In his heart, he was thanking her for the **Spiritual Water** she had shared with his family. Without it, Grandpa Wei’s recovery wouldn’t have been so swift.  

Just then, Wei Rongrong began to fuss, saying he needed to use the bathroom. Wei Xiuran picked him up and carried him off, leaving Wen Xin with her unanswered question. Despite her curiosity, Wei Xiuran never elaborated, and she never found out exactly why he had thanked her.

Three days later, the family of three returned to Wen Family Village. Wen Xin was stunned when she heard from Mother Wen that Wen Yaya had been sentenced to six months of reform through labor for engaging in speculative activities. When Mother Wen further revealed that Wen Yaya had attempted to use Wen Xin’s name to evade punishment, Wen Xin was utterly speechless.  

“What was she thinking? Did she really believe the Revolutionary Committee would be that easy to fool? If faking a name could actually get someone off the hook, would anyone ever get caught?” Wen Xin shook her head in disbelief. The Revolutionary Committee’s reputation during this era was far from positive. To put it bluntly, they were like rabid dogs—sniffing out any wrongdoing and pouncing on it without hesitation. A charge as severe as speculation and profiteering? There was no way they wouldn’t investigate it thoroughly. It was a prime opportunity for them to earn merit—how could they let it slide? Was Wen Yaya living in a dream?  

Mother Wen remained composed as she replied: “She wasn’t thinking at all. She’s just stupid. I heard that before she was sent to the farm, the Hu family divorced her. And it seems Hu Youbin is already planning to remarry—to the daughter of some engineer named Liang.”  

Wen Xin paused in surprise. She had some recollection of this engineer’s daughter. In the original owner’s previous life, Hu Youbin’s affair with Wen Yaya wasn’t his first. His first affair had actually occurred this very year, with none other than this engineer’s daughter.  

The engineer’s daughter had some mental health issues and was the only child of Engineer Liang. The Liang family, unwilling to part with their daughter yet too afraid to take in a live-in son-in-law, worried that their daughter might be mistreated after they passed away. During this time, Hu Youbin managed to get close to the engineer’s daughter, and after just a few encounters, she became pregnant.  

Overjoyed, the Liang family began treating Hu Youbin like half a son-in-law. Meanwhile, the original owner in that timeline was also pregnant with her second child, and the two women ended up giving birth at the same hospital, less than two weeks apart.  

The original owner didn’t learn about this affair until seven years later, by which time both children were already growing up. Upon discovering the truth, she completely lost any affection for Hu Youbin. From that point onward, Hu Youbin became even more reckless. Around the same time, the factory where he worked was undergoing reforms, and he spent his days socializing with the management, frequenting bathhouses and KTVs—places that were far from respectable back then.  

Before Wen Yaya’s seduction of Hu Youbin, the original owner and Hu Youbin had already been sleeping in separate rooms for two or three years.  

Wen Yaya, in this life, had managed to pick up such a piece of trash. Wen Xin had previously planned to expose this scandal and see how Wen Yaya would react, but before she could act, Wen Yaya had dug her own grave, landing herself on the farm.  

Wen Xin couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret—she had been looking forward to that drama.  

Mother Wen snorted: “With a brain the size of a parrot’s, do you think she could think that far ahead?”

Wen Xin clicked her tongue and handed over all the items brought back from Shanghai to Mother Wen, letting her decide how to distribute them. As the wife of a skilled technician at the daily chemical factory, Wen Xin had never lacked skincare products since marrying Wei Xiuran. This time, Wei Zizhong pulled some strings and got her several bottles of Snow Cream, the factory’s best-selling skincare product. However, Wen Xin rarely used these products since she had her **Spiritual Water**; even the previous bottles she had received were still more than half full.

Mother Wen saw that Wen Xin didn’t need them and promptly went out. Not long after, she returned with a group of women from the village, all known for keeping their mouths shut. They divvied up the bottles of Snow Cream amongst themselves, each taking one. Their granddaughters were of marriageable age, and with the Snow Cream to keep their faces well-maintained, they’d have a better chance of finding a good match.

Even the neighbor, He Xiulan, Wen Xin’s second sister-in-law, came over to buy a bottle. Compared to Li Cuihua, He Xiulan had a much better relationship with Mother Wen. Since they didn’t live together, there were fewer mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts. While their interactions were somewhat formal, their relationship was remarkably harmonious for this era.

He Xiulan planned to use the Snow Cream for herself and her daughter, Wen Yuanyuan, who was now old enough to start taking care of her appearance. With one son and one daughter, He Xiulan had learned from Li Cuihua’s mistakes and treated both children equally, showering them with love.  

She also got along well with Wen Xin. The two chatted for a while, indulging in some gossip about Wen Yaya. Satisfied after her little gossip session, He Xiulan happily left.

Meanwhile, Wen Yaya had been at the labor reform farm for nearly a month. During this time, she worked the hardest jobs, ate the worst food, and barely slept before being woken up for work or lessons.  

Most of the people sent to the farm were men in their thirties or forties, caught for profiteering or speculation. A young, somewhat attractive woman like Wen Yaya was a rare sight among them.  

From the moment she arrived, several domineering men took notice of her. These were troublemakers who had been loafing around and causing problems before being arrested. They were caught red-handed during a deal and sentenced harshly, having already been at the farm for over half a year.  

In that time, they had grown desperate for the company of women. The few women who were originally at the farm were left alone, as most of them came from prominent families. The saying “even a broken ship has some nails left” held true; no one dared mess with them, fearing repercussions from their influential backgrounds.  

But Wen Yaya was different. Her presence at the black market suggested she came from a poor family and had big ambitions. On top of that, she had been careless enough to get caught and had even tried to drag her own sister-in-law into her mess.  

To these men, she was the perfect target. Almost immediately, the more unscrupulous among them began eyeing her hungrily.  

Before long, Wen Yaya noticed how these men crowded around her during work shifts, showering her with unnecessary attentions.  

Wen Yaya wasn’t naïve—she knew exactly what these men were thinking.  

Having never received so much attention from the opposite sex in both her lives, she felt a strange mix of fear, excitement, and shyness. For a moment, she didn’t know how to handle being treated like the center of everyone’s attention.

Among the people caught for speculation and profiteering, there was a man called Brother Wang, who before his arrest, had a business empire spanning several counties. The line Wen Yaya and others often used to transport goods had been opened up by him.

He had been betrayed by one of his subordinates and arrested, sentenced to three years in prison. Now, two and a half years had passed, and he had just six months left before his release.

The labor at the farm had given Wen Yaya much time to reflect. With her divorce from Hu Youbin, and knowing the nature of the Hu family, she figured by the time she was released, Hu Youbin would probably be remarried. 

She couldn’t return to the Hu family, and her own family was not a viable option either. With her ties to Wen Xin, the villagers would look at her with contempt, and her mother’s temperament meant she would quickly try to marry her off to someone unworthy.

That wasn’t the life Wen Yaya wanted. She had set her sights on living the life Wen Xin once had. So, finding a powerful ally had become a must.

Brother Wang seemed like a perfect choice. Before his imprisonment, his influence was significant. Even after being sent to the farm, compared to others, his life had been much better. She had seen several times how the cafeteria served him extra portions, and the guards on duty treated him with respect. The men who were eyeing her with interest were also very respectful of Brother Wang.

Brother Wang’s sentence was nearing its end, and Wen Yaya figured that once he was released, he would certainly not remain idle. Since she was already planning to rely on a man, why not choose someone like him? 

She didn’t mind that Brother Wang was married with children. After all, when she was with Hu Youbin in her past life, he hadn’t been single either.

Moreover, Brother Wang was physically impressive—tall, strong, and muscular. Once, when Wen Yaya had fallen, he had helped her up. As she leaned on his arm, she could feel the firmness of his muscles, which were worlds apart from Hu Youbin’s frail build.

Now, as she caught sight of Brother Wang again, her eyes glistened with a certain spark, making her gaze linger on him with interest.

Brother Wang was no saint. Although he was married, he had often been involved with young women and widows after his marriage. After being imprisoned for over two years, he had lived a more solitary life during his sentence.

Wen Yaya was considered quite pretty, with a decent figure to match. Naturally, Brother Wang took a liking to her.

That night, Wen Yaya went out to use the restroom. Just as she stepped out, someone grabbed her from behind, muffling her screams with a hand over her mouth.

Brother Wang leaned close to her ear and whispered: “Don’t move, it’s me.”

Recognizing Brother Wang’s voice, Wen Yaya froze and didn’t dare resist further.

Brother Wang dragged her to the pile of grass behind the restroom. 

Winter was approaching, and the night air was chilly. The grass had grown tall, and lying on it wasn’t as uncomfortable as one might imagine. The two of them tangled together, with Wen Yaya pretending to resist at first. However, her feigned struggle was no match for the strong and robust Brother Wang. She quickly surrendered, and her resistance turned into a gentle embrace.

The “no” that escaped her lips began to break apart into fragments.

That night, Wen Yaya lingered in the grass behind the restroom for two hours. From that point on, every night at the same time, Brother Wang would appear there, and the two of them seized every opportunity to meet in secret.

Being with Brother Wang brought noticeable changes to Wen Yaya’s life. The prying gazes she used to endure vanished. Brother Wang occasionally shared his extra food with her, and the harshness of the other HWBs toward her softened considerably. No longer was she rudely awakened after barely falling asleep to labor or study.

Wen Yaya’s days became much easier.

One night, after they had finished, Brother Wang leaned against a tree to smoke while Wen Yaya nestled against his chest. Brother Wang glanced at her and pulled her closer into his arms.

Wen Yaya wrapped her arms around his waist and shyly asked: “Brother Wang, we haven’t been using any protection in this place. What if I get pregnant? Brother Wang, how about I have a child for you?”

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Brother Wang tilted her chin up to look at her. Under the moonlight, the blush on Wen Yaya’s face was clearly visible. Brother Wang stared at her for a while, then let out a light scoff. “I’ve got a wife for that. Having kids is her job, not yours.”