Chapter 24: Has the Female Lead Reincarnated?

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Ever since the youngest daughter-in-law passed away, she had started saving money again for her youngest son.

Several years had passed by now.

She waited and waited.

The dowry and wedding gifts had long been prepared in full.

But her youngest son just wouldn’t agree.

It was making her terribly anxious.

Though the Wen family’s bride price was a bit high, who could blame them when their daughter’s conditions were so good?

It was rare for her son to take a liking to someone, so it was worth every penny.

Besides, she had just deliberately touched that girl’s butt.

She looked slim, but her butt was big and perky—definitely someone who would be fertile.

Her chest was full and ample; after having children, she’d probably produce plenty of milk.

Unlike the eldest daughter-in-law—dry and scrawny, no chest, no butt.

She’d been married in for years but showed no sign of pregnancy.

Not a single boy or girl.

That was why her husband was especially worried.

He feared the Zheng family’s line might end here.

The eldest family was anxious but couldn’t do anything—they couldn’t just replace the eldest daughter-in-law.

After all, it was a union between two families.

So they had to focus on the youngest son.

Li Donghong grew more and more satisfied, practically wishing to marry her in today and have grandchildren by tomorrow.

Zheng Jiahe sat stiffly next to Wen Nian.

Her subtle, faint fragrance kept drifting into his nose, almost intoxicating him.

Up close, her face was fair and tender.

Her shirt was form-fitting, and sitting down made some parts of her body seem even more curvy and alluring.

He deliberately observed her hands.

Slender jade-like fingers, not a single callus in sight.

Zheng Jiahe swallowed hard.

He wondered if those hands would feel as smooth as he imagined.

And those luscious lips—would they be as moist as he fantasized when kissed?

And below…

His mind started wandering uncontrollably, his body burning hot.

He was eager to enter marriage again.

This thought was even more urgent than the first time he married.

Only by getting married could he legitimately hold hands, embrace, kiss, and even…

Just thinking about it made his blood surge.

“Jiahe, what’s wrong? Why are you bleeding?”

Li Donghong, who was discussing the wedding date with Chen Qiuwei, suddenly saw her son sitting there with blood on his face, motionless.

Zheng Jiahe was bewildered; he wiped his face, smearing the blood more.

Wen Nian was utterly speechless and slid away with disgust.

Even without thinking, she knew his brain was full of useless fantasies, causing his nose to bleed.

Disgusting.

Vulgar.

Probably embarrassed, Zheng Jiahe felt ashamed in front of his beloved.

Unable to continue sitting there, with his meal unfinished, he grabbed Li Donghong and left directly.

Wen Nian breathed a sigh of relief—finally, he was gone.

Her patience was almost at its limit.

If the conversation went on, she feared she might just flip the entire table.

Wen Nian put on a calm, serious face.

And said sternly: “Aunt Chen, I already told you, I’m not marrying Zheng Jiahe.”

Chen Qiuwei didn’t take her seriously.

“Wen Nian, before you didn’t want to because you hadn’t met Zheng Jiahe. Now that you have, with his looks and conditions, you won’t find better even if you searched with a lantern. What else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?”

Wen Nian patiently emphasized again, “I don’t like him. No matter how good his family is, it has nothing to do with me.”

“If you marry Zheng Jiahe, both your household registration and job will be settled. How can you keep pushing such a good opportunity away?”

“I don’t need the Zheng family to help me transfer my household registration, nor do I need them to arrange a job for me.”

“Then you have to marry someone, right? Even if not the Zheng family, it has to be another. You won’t find a better family than theirs—once you leave this village, that opportunity’s gone. Besides, the bride price from the Zheng family has already been received. Whether you want to or not, you have to marry!”

Threaten her?

She wasn’t scared.

Wen Nian sneered disdainfully, “What, can you tie me up and drag me there? I won’t marry just because you say so. Whoever took the bride price can marry me!”

Chen Qiuwei was furious, her chest heaving with anger, “Fine, I’m not your real mom, so I can’t control you. Marrying Zheng Jiahe is your dad’s wish. The household transfer has to be approved by him too. Later you talk to your dad yourself. But I remind you, your referral letter is about to expire. If you really don’t marry, you’ll just have to go back to your hometown.”

She didn’t believe it—having seen the prosperity of the big city, she couldn’t accept going back to that poor, dilapidated mountain village.

That stubborn girl somehow found out about her background and was taken in by the Lu family.

Now the Lu family had officially recognized her identity.

If she and Wen Jian were still trying to swap her out, it was useless.

However, as long as she and Wen Jian didn’t relent, she was still Wen Nian’s foster mother, so the Lu family couldn’t officially adopt her.

“Sister, Mom is only doing this for your own good. Zheng Jiahe is handsome and talented, and his family conditions are excellent. If you marry him, not only will your household registration be sorted, but your job too—two birds with one stone.”

Seeing the tension between them, Wen Xue came over to smooth things over.

She affectionately put her arm around Wen Nian and said, “Last time I stole your blind date, I still felt guilty. Zheng Jiahe really likes you. He’s good-looking, his family is good too. Give both of you a chance. Love grows over time, so why be so stubborn?”

Wen Nian looked suspicious. Hearing that from Wen Xue’s mouth felt strange.

“I don’t like him. Why should I give him a chance? Don’t feel guilty—if you like him, go after him yourself. I don’t mind.”

Even if Zheng Jiahe wasn’t violent, his weak and pale face wasn’t her type.

Wen Xue was momentarily taken aback by her words.

Her smile froze for a moment, but quickly recovered.

“Sis, what are you saying? He doesn’t like me anyway. I’ve come to terms with it—it’s no use forcing what’s not meant to be.”

Wen Xue paused, then earnestly suggested, “If you really don’t want to marry, Dad found a temporary job for me at the steel mill and offered it to you. The pay isn’t as good as a formal employee’s, but it’s a decent job. Once you start working, you can live at home. You’re not related to the Lu family; you can’t just rely on their kindness and freeload. Where would that leave Mom and Dad?”

Wen Nian scratched her ear.

Did she hear that right?

Wen Xue was actually willing to give her the job?

Jobs like this were hard to get now, especially at the steel mill—temporary positions were fought over fiercely.

She looked Wen Xue up and down.

Since Wen Xue appeared at the military district gate, she’d felt something was off.

Suddenly, a thought popped into Wen Nian’s mind.

Could it be… she was reincarnated?

She carefully recalled the book’s content.

Wen Xue had taken over the identity of the secondary female lead after coming to the Lu family.

She accidentally fell down the stairs.

When she woke up, she was still herself, but with the memories of another lifetime.

Now, Wen Nian had entered the story, taken back the original identity of the secondary female lead, and snatched the chance of reincarnation from Wen Xue.

Could it be that the plot would automatically correct itself?

The more Wen Nian thought about it, the more confused she became. Her  head spun, and her consciousness gradually blurred.