Because she was addicted

Zhou Jin frowned: "She didn't say."

Liu Cuie: "Of course she wouldn't say that. I'm asking you, didn't she pay for the hospital bills? Isn't her money your money? Besides, her brother is doing well in Haicheng Hospital, why did she insist on bringing him to Gangcheng?"

Zhou Jin thought for a moment, "Last night she asked me if Wen Jia could work for me."

Liu Cuie slapped her thigh. "That's it! Wen Jia must be having a hard time making a living in Haicheng. Son, she's planning to bring her younger siblings here so we can raise them! Oh no!"

Liu Cuie had an expression of impending doom.

"Where is Wenlin's mother?"

Zhou Jin shook his head. "I didn't ask."

"Snapped!"

Liu Cuie slapped Zhou Jin on the shoulder.

"Her mother is a heartless bastard. She saw that our family was rich and was convinced that you had no choice but to marry Wen Lin because she was pregnant with your child. She made outrageous demands, asking for a dowry of 88 yuan. Wen Lin isn't some fairy descended from heaven; she's not worth that much."

Zhou Jin grew impatient as Liu Cuie brought up the old story once again.

"Mom, I've told you everything. When I was injured in Quzhou, I was penniless, and Wen Lin saved me and even paid my medical bills. Afterwards, she took meticulous care of me. Consider this money as repayment for her life-saving kindness."

Liu Cuie pursed her lips.

"Mom knows you're a grateful person, but you can't stop her from being insatiable! She took 88 yuan from you, and now she's brought your younger brother and sister along too. Who knows, her mother might come in a few days. Son, you work so hard to earn money outside, not so that her whole family can leech off you."

Zhou Jin ate while frowning deeply.

"Jiajia, what are you doing standing here instead of going inside?"

Wen Lin finished tidying up, shook her hands, and walked over.

Wen Jia turned around and pulled Wen Lin back towards the vegetable garden. "Sister, I saw some nice eggplants over there. Could you make me some minced meat and eggplant for lunch?"

Wen Lin, unsuspecting, pointed to Wen Jia's nose.

"Okay, what else would you like to eat? I'll make it all at once."

After picking vegetables in the garden, when I came back, Zhou Jin had already eaten breakfast and left, and Liu Cuie had also changed her clothes and gone out to dance in the park.

Wen Lin asked the nanny to play with Ruoruo while she and Wen Jia prepared lunch in the kitchen.

"Sis, Ruoruo is all grown up now, and she has a nanny and your mother-in-law to take care of her. Have you considered going back to work?"

Wen Jia cautiously and tentatively asked.

Wen Lin was chopping minced meat when she heard this and said:

"I'm just a nurse from a small county town. What hospital in a big city like Gangcheng would want me? Besides, I haven't worked for two years, and I've become rusty."

"If you don't want to be a nurse, what about something else? Like a receptionist? Administrative assistant? Sister, you're so pretty and young, you'll always be able to find a suitable job."

Wen Lin smiled and asked Wen Jia to wash the eggplants for her.

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Ruoruo is still young and hasn't been weaned yet. Besides, your brother-in-law won't allow it. He's concerned about his image. If I were to work as a receptionist at another company, he would feel ashamed of me. It's not like we're short of money. We haven't reached that point yet."

Seeing her sister laughing so carefree, Wen Jia knew that she couldn't persuade her to stop anytime soon.

"Sister, how about I stay at a hotel? I'll find one close to the hospital, so it'll be easier to take care of Wen Zhao. It's not good for me to stay at your place all the time."

"Are you stupid? You're already in Hong Kong, do you think I'd let you stay out? This house is so big, there's plenty of room for you! Don't even mention it! Jiajia, you're great at making soup, make some for Wen Zhao tonight. Let's send it over early."

At noon, Wen Lin cooked a table full of Quzhou dishes.

Liu Cuie glanced at it, then went into the room without even touching her chopsticks.

Wen Jia knew that Liu Cuie still harbored resentment towards her family because of Pan Mei's demand for an 88 yuan dowry, and would sometimes make sarcastic remarks. But Wen Lin, who had been married for over a year, smiled more, gained weight, and was much more energetic than she had been back in her hometown of Quzhou.

It's clear that Wen Lin is very satisfied with this marriage.

Wen Jia didn't say anything more.

But having overheard Liu Cuie and Zhou Jin's conversation, she felt uneasy.

When she thought of Wen Lin's suggestion that she go to Zhou Jin's company temporarily, she immediately rejected the idea.

But he had already made up his mind to leave Haicheng.

Over the next few days, she worked very diligently at the Zhou family's house, buying lots of seafood and other food according to their tastes every day before going out.

Wen Lin said she was a spendthrift.

Liu Cuie's complexion improved slightly.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When Zhou Jin returned home for his family reunion dinner, his eyes lit up the moment he saw Wen Jia.

He had met this sister-in-law when he married Wen Lin.

At the time, Wen Jia was wearing a pink bridesmaid dress. Her features were fresh and refined, her long, smooth black hair was styled in a simple princess half-updo and draped over her shoulders, and her figure was curvaceous.

He was immediately awestruck.

However, at that time he and Wen Lin were deeply in love, and after that fleeting glimpse, he didn't think much of it.

Seeing her again now, I felt that Wen Jia had become even more charming than a year ago. Her hair was permed, and her every move retained the gentleness and tranquility of a woman from Jiangnan, while also adding a lot of the competence and maturity of a professional woman.

This kind of temperament is very charming.

"Jiajia, are you thinking of changing jobs?"

Zhou Jin suddenly remembered that Wen Lin had mentioned this matter to him when he returned home one day.

He took off his coat and sat down opposite Wen Jia. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that Wen Jia was far superior to Wen Lin in both looks and temperament.

Wen Lin is also beautiful; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken a liking to her when he was recuperating at Quzhou Hospital.

But since giving birth, Wen Lin has gained 20 pounds, her belly is now noticeably fuller. Her figure has changed, her face is rounder, and even her clothing style has changed. She wears loose-fitting clothes every day, and she doesn't bother with her hair, often wearing a low bun.

Occasionally, when he felt like being affectionate, Wenlin would always think about her daughter, saying things like, "Our daughter needs milk," or "Our daughter seems to be crying." After a few times, she lost interest.

Gradually, he even became too lazy to go home.

"Oh, I was just casually complaining to my sister. My current job is tough, but the pay is good. If I were to change, I'd have to find something better. I'll take it slow, no rush."

When Wen Jia met Zhou Jin's intense gaze, her heart skipped a beat, but Wen Lin was right across from her, so she pretended not to see it and said calmly.

"Jiajia, that's not what we said before, is it?"

Wen Lin looked puzzled and winked at the person opposite her.

Wen Jia placed a piece of food on her plate.

"Sis, here's your favorite chopped chili fish head."

Zhou Jin paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Jiajia, you're highly educated and capable; you're definitely not an ordinary girl, nor are you someone any company can afford. But, a girl, after all, has to return to her family. What good is a successful career if you don't have a loving husband, obedient children, and a harmonious family? Take your sister, for example; if she hadn't married me, she wouldn't have such a good life."

As he spoke, Zhou Jin grabbed Wen Lin's hand, turned to her, and smiled.

Wen Lin was momentarily stunned and surprised, but she quickly smiled back at Zhou Jin, looking extremely happy.

Liu Cuie interjected from the side:

"That's right, girls should still marry a good husband. Jiajia, do you have a boyfriend yet? If not, Auntie will introduce you to a few. They're all big bosses like Zhou Jin, who own companies and drive luxury cars and live in villas."

Wen Jia smiled.

"I'm not as lucky as my sister. Her husband dotes on her, and you treat her like your own daughter. I'll work hard for a few more years and save up some money. If I really can't get married in the future, I'll have no problem taking care of myself in my old age."

"Hahaha, young people these days have such modern ideas."

Liu Cuie smiled awkwardly.

However, he was more polite to Wen Jia, offering her drinks and serving her food.

Wen Lin had a tough time in her husband's family, so Wen Jia could only silently support her and help her out.

The Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner that evening was a harmonious affair.

Back in her room, she found a message from Yimo.

"Jiajia, look at the news! It's terrible! Gu Nan has dropped a bombshell!"

Immediately afterwards, Yimo sent a video.

The video features Li Guanghan and Gu Nan from Guanglan Technology, with the background being a private room in a nightclub.

The video content is all restricted.

Wen Jia blushed and cut off the video after watching it for only one second.