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The house became lively as Wen Cuizhi hurried to the dining room to prepare. Tong Le sidled up to Wen, and the two sisters exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Tong Le knew that this was a piece of cake for Wen.
However, Wu Youyou was not pleased. She hadn’t expected Wen to be such a sophisticated woman, and what bothered her most was Zong Jin’s wooden demeanor. Wu Youyou understood Zong Jin; he only acted like a block of wood when he was genuinely nervous. Clearly, this Wen had made Zong Jin both anxious and serious!
The family gathered in the dining room, and the housekeeper brought in steaming dishes. Wen Cuizhi was delighted and took out a bottle of wine worth thousands. Zong Zeyu, seeing this scene, spoke with a hint of jealousy, “You’ve hidden this bottle for years; why are you willing to bring it out today?”
Wen Cuizhi smiled brightly, explaining that while the wine wasn’t particularly expensive, it was Zong Zeyu’s favorite, and since it had been discontinued, there were fewer than five bottles left at home. Today was a special occasion, and having the wine meant having the person present.
Holding the red wine bottle with a look of satisfaction in her eyes, Wen Cuizhi thought to herself, "Ah, my dear son, you have finally resolved one of my worries!"
At the dinner table, everyone shared a tacit understanding in silence. Zong Zeyu and Zong Jin exchanged glances; both brothers missed their loved ones dearly. Tong Le stood up and said, “I’ll get everyone some wine glasses.”
Wen followed suit, saying, “Auntie, let me aerate the wine; red wine should be enjoyed properly.”
Tong Le and Wen busily prepared while Wen Cuizhi watched quietly from the side, her smile never fading. Wu Youyou felt a bit out of place; she wanted to be useful too. Turning to Wen Cuizhi, she asked, “Auntie, is there anything I can help you with?”
Wen Cuizhi’s gaze fell on Wu Youyou with a motherly demeanor. “Just don’t provoke Zong Jin,” she replied.
Zong Zeyu looked at Tong Le with happiness as she poured the wine. He leaned slightly toward Zong Jin and whispered, “Look at my wife—so cute and hardworking!”
Zong Jin smiled awkwardly; “She’s not your wife.”
At that moment, Wen Cuizhi suddenly remembered something. “Son, how did you meet Wen? I’ve never heard you mention it.”
Wen handed a filled glass to Wen Cuizhi and said, “Aunt Wen, how else would we have met? Of course, I pursued your son! Just look at him—does he seem like someone who would chase after women?”
Wen pretended to express her grievances dramatically. “Aunt Wen, you have no idea how much I suffered while pursuing your son!”
Wen Cuizhi laughed heartily. “Yes, yes! That’s just how he is—he’s not interested in women at all! When he was in elementary school, the teacher made the boys hold hands with girls to cross the street; he stubbornly refused! He kept his little hands behind his back the whole time! Oh dear, thinking back to those childhood days really cracks me up!”
Wen raised an eyebrow and smiled, playfully teasing Zong Jin. Things were different now; he could never get enough of her. She threw a flirtatious glance at Zong Jin, didn’t she?
Zong Jin nearly choked on the sip of water he had just taken, coughing as he nodded, a thin layer of sweat forming in his palms.
Zong Zeyu was about to burst out laughing in his heart. He secretly gave Tong Le a thumbs up, indicating that the fake girlfriend she brought along was simply Zong Jin's nemesis!
At that moment, Wen Cuizhi got excited. She pulled out her phone and opened the calendar, stating, "Let me see which day is suitable for getting the marriage certificate. I need to ask my master to pick a date. The new house will be that villa in the third ring of the city; it’s been renovated but never lived in. I’ll prepare three cars for you: one business vehicle, one for daily use, and one supercar that you young people like."
Wen Cuizhi looked at Wen eagerly and asked, "Are you planning to have the baby here or abroad? I can finalize everything in advance."
Meanwhile, Zong Jin was so nervous that he kept drinking water—more and more water—and still couldn’t help but spray some out.
Water splattered on his chin, and Wen quickly grabbed a tissue, lifting his chin to wipe it clean. While doing so, she didn’t forget to complain as his girlfriend, “What are you so anxious about? You’re a grown man but acting like a child! Did my aunt scare you?”
Zong Jin wanted to push Wen’s hand away but hesitated; the act had to continue. He felt so awkward that he could almost feel his toes curling into the ground. He thought if they kept chatting like this, they might end up discussing great-grandchildren!
Zong Zeyu chimed in without restraint, “Mom, they must have their own plans for having kids. Why don’t you tell us how much you’ll reward them for a child? Maybe that will motivate them.”
Wen Cuizhi replied, “I’ll give ten million in cash for each child. Whichever of you two brings me a grandson or granddaughter first will get an extra villa.”
Zong Zeyu feigned surprise, “Oh, then I better hurry!”
His gaze immediately fell on Tong Le, who was focused on eating her meal.
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