Last ti, Ye Jiang almost crippled his hand while saving ng Shuyan. He couldn’t lift heavy objects for a short ti, and Hua Jun felt deeply distressed about it.
He’s a cop, always doing physical work. Not lifting heavy objects—what difference does it make?
Fortunately, after so ti, he recovered.
That day, the two of them went to the hospital. In truth, it was to look into the issue of Ye Jiang’s "problem."
The doctor gave Hua Jun an answer: The reason your husband has sexual dysfunction is partly due to injury aftereffects, but mostly because he’s not sexually interested in you.
The doctor’s words still echoed in her ears, delivering a massive shock and blow to Hua Jun.
From that day onward, sohow, soone spread the news that Ye Jiang and Hua Jun went to the hospital for his issue. Now, everyone in Beijing’s social circle knew Ye Jiang wasn’t performing, and Hua Jun had beco the subject of pity among so won peers. "How could your husband be so tall and strong, yet just impotent? Oh dear, could you still be a virgin?"
Aunts, sisters-in-law, and other relatives constantly gave Hua Jun various redies.
Although Hua Jun didn’t quite believe in them, she still kept track of them all.
"Sis, what are these redies even good for? Just listen to . I’ll teach you a trick that’ll make your husband lively and energetic imdiately!" Hua Zifeng saw her looking through small notes and proudly spoke from behind the sofa.
Hua Jun’s face flushed completely. She pretended to be indifferent and put the note away. "Stop using your vulgar sches on him. He’s not like you."
"How is he any different? At the root, we’re both n—only n understand n the best!" Hua Zifeng threw himself onto the sofa and teased, "Or maybe he was fine with Tian Sangsang but just not with you?"
The re ntion—Hua Jun’s teeth almost ground into pieces in anger!!!
She was well aware that Tian Sangsang had already given birth to two sons for Ye Jiang. One after the other, making the notion that Ye Jiang couldn’t perform utterly impossible. Chastity existed as an eternal thorn in her heart, a wound she couldn’t bear. She wasn’t any worse than Tian Sangsang, so why was it that he was indifferent towards her? How could she know!
Holding back her fury, Hua Jun stood up and stord upstairs.
Behind her, Hua Zifeng shouted, "Sis, I said you should ask , but you just won’t. When you finally figure it out, co ask —I’ve got plenty of ideas!"
Hua Jun was tempted but couldn’t lower herself, so she stomped straight upstairs in a huff.
Hua Zifeng leisurely sat on the sofa, took out tea leaves, and began brewing tea. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, smiled, and his eyes lit up with mischief. "Brother-in-law, I heard you’re not... capable anymore?"
Jiang Jinghuai’s face darkened.
Hua Zifeng assud he was sulking from embarrassnt. He casually raised an eyebrow at him. "If you can’t get it up with my sister, let take you out. I’ll show you a lineup of beauties, all kinds of styles, slim or curvy—I guarantee one of them will spark your interest."
Jiang Jinghuai: "..."
"Believe , this won’t be wrong. Your issue must stem from seeing too few won. Look at you before; you were just focused on Tian Sangsang..."
Jiang Jinghuai raised his eyelids slightly and said flatly, "Who are you talking about?"
"Really, you don’t rember?" Hua Zifeng took a sip of tea and sighed faintly. "The word’s all over Beijing now, saying you’re Tian Sangsang’s man. Brother-in-law, are you not even curious about your past?"
Jiang Jinghuai’s gaze dropped. "Since I can’t rember, let it stay in the past. I can’t let Hua Jun down now."
Hua Zifeng didn’t comnt further.
**
Zhao Chun still hadn’t quit his job at the movie studio. For now, there weren’t any scripts for him to practice on, so he could only carry out his unserious task of babysitting, willingly and free of charge.
This led to a consequential aftermath: his pockets were empty, almost completely so. It made him anxious lately, often zoning out. Being an outsider in Beijing, scripts were handed to veteran directors at the studio, making it hard for them to reach him.
Tian Sangsang had noticed all this.
When Zhao Chun was carrying Little Tangyuan and about to walk to the entrance of Yipin Xiangju, he spotted Jin Zhi across the street, talking to a sowhat shabby-looking man. The man, middle-aged, bore features resembling Jin Zhi’s—it seed he was a relative of hers.
"Dad, I don’t want to marry him, I won’t marry him..." Jin Zhi sobbed bitterly.
Jin Zhi’s father saw her crying and showed no concern but scolded her sternly. "I’m doing this for your own good; how can you not understand at all? You’re the most promising one in this family. If not you, then who can we rely on? If you marry well, your brother will be able to wed well too, and our entire family benefits from it. This is an excellent deal... You’ll understand your father’s good intentions in the future!"
Having said that, Jin Zhi’s father stomped away angrily, leaving her tugging at him unsuccessfully.
Jin Zhi cried even harder, her eyes red and swollen. She had soone she liked dearly, even if she could only stare at him from afar. She absolutely didn’t want to marry soone else!
Since the mont Jin Zhi had been called away by that man, Tian Sangsang had been keenly observing from the sidelines. Despite Jin Zhi’s past mistakes, Tian Sangsang decided to continue watching her behavior. Jin Zhi seed to have been making improvents lately, without further wrongdoings. The money she once mishandled was being deducted from her wages as compensation.
Once inside, under Tian Sangsang and Zhao Chun’s gaze, Jin Zhi sniffled and said:
"Boss, I’m sorry, I can’t work here anymore. I have to leave tomorrow."
At that mont, Jin Zhi recalled sothing an elderly auntie from the village often said: It’s all fate! The boss’s good fortune always filled her with envy. Widowed, yet there were people supporting her and caring deeply for her. But she, still a young lady, was being forcibly pushed into marriage. And the ones forcing her weren’t strangers—they were family. They were using her happiness to pave the way for her useless, lazy brother. She was utterly unwilling to accept this.
Yet she had no ans to resist.
"Stop crying and take your ti to explain," Tian Sangsang handed her a tissue.
Seeing her employee sobbing so miserably, Tian Sangsang couldn’t ignore it. Besides, if Jin Zhi left, she wouldn’t manage all the work alone. Recruiting soone new would be a hassle again.
"Yeah, Jin Zhi, who was that just now?" Zhao Chun asked firmly, his righteous indignation evident.
"It was my father." Jin Zhi choked on tears as she spoke, her voice hoarse from crying. "My dad told to pack up and head ho, to et so man and prepare for marriage."
Marriage should be a happy occasion, not sothing that drives one to tears—unless Jin Zhi was unsatisfied with the marriage arrangent.
Tian Sangsang asked, "What kind of man is it?"
Jin Zhi shuddered and began crying again. "It’s soone from our village, Luo Da. Luo Da looks polished but is slick and cunning. Everyone says he’s into all sorts of shady businesses—trafficking and human dealing included. He’s not clean and way too involved with thugs. Yet my father wants to marry him."
Zhao Chun thought back to Chen Biao and empathized. "If it’s like you say, Luo Da is absolutely out of the question. If he gets into trouble one day, it’ll drag you down too. Why does your dad want you to marry him?"
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