Chapter 1639

Helpless, Zhao Desan had to beg for mercy: "Good sister-in-law, stop teasing, it hurts like hell!" He intentionally exaggerated the situation.

"Is that so?" Zheng Jie remained with her back to him and said unhurriedly: "Do you still want to look?"

"Want to..." Zhao Desan replied directly without thinking, but the sudden sharp pain in his gripped hand made him immediately realize his mistake in answering too quickly, so he quickly changed his tune: "Want to... want to is impossible now!"

"Glib!" Zheng Jie scolded, then asked: "Then are you going to touch or not?"

Zhao Desan learned his lesson this time and quickly replied: "Not touching, not touching. Even if you gave me a million to touch, I wouldn't touch."

He originally wanted to show his fake sincerity, so he said it exaggeratedly.

"What?" Zheng Jie applied even more force to the hand Zhao Desan had gripped, causing him to immediately let out a soft 'ouch, ouch'. While saying 'ouch', he said: "What's wrong? Is it not okay even if I don't touch?"

"I'll call you bad..." Zheng Jie continued to apply force to his hand, let out a 'humph' from her nose, and continued somewhat angrily: "This is what you said, even if I gave you a million you wouldn't touch, right!"

"Yes, even if you gave me a million, I wouldn't touch!" Zhao Desan replied resolutely.

Hearing Zhao Desan's firm answer, Zheng Jie suddenly threw the hand she was gripping away, turned around, and said with an angry face: "I knew you were tired of me!"

Zhao Desan looked at Zheng Jie's sour expression and felt very proud. Hehe, you finally fell for it once. So, he looked at Zheng Jie's tall, towering chest with his eyes and said with a grin: "That's right, I won't touch for a million. Hehe! But if you don't give it, I must touch!" Before the words had even faded, his hand, which had been freed, quickly occupied one of the two high grounds...

By the time Zheng Jie realized she had been tricked, her body was already tingling with itchiness. She reluctantly swung her small fists, raining blows onto Zhao Desan's chest, while saying incessantly: "I'll let you be bad, I'll let you be bad..."

As the saying goes, 'Hitting is affection, scolding is love. Without hitting or scolding, there is no true love.' After a bout of painful beating, Zheng Jie instinctively buried her head in Zhao Desan's arms, and tears of grievance flowed down.

"I'm sorry, it's all because I'm useless and let you suffer, sister-in-law." Zhao Desan felt terrible after being struck by Zheng Jie's tenderness, and even his hand, which had just been excitedly rubbing and touching, stopped involuntarily.

"So you know you've let me suffer?" Zheng Jie said, still somewhat unrelenting.

Zhao Desan felt a bit embarrassed, withdrew his hand that had been enjoying itself, and said: "I admit I'm a man without ability, but in my heart, I really want you to have a good life, sister-in-law!"

Looking at Zhao Desan's indescribable expression, Zheng Jie's heart softened instantly. She let out a long sigh, took the bra and jacket from Zhao Desan's hand, and while putting them on, said: "I don't blame you anymore. I know you're also living under someone else's roof and are powerless, so I plan to find my own way."

"You found a job?" Zhao Desan asked in surprise.

"Sigh, everything is easy to find now, except for a job. Besides, I don't have work experience in any other industry." Zheng Jie finished putting on her clothes, smoothed her hair, and then continued: "It's either work that's exhausting and doesn't pay much, or work that involves backstabbing and people eating people. Both of these are my weaknesses, so I decided to do it myself."

"Do it yourself?" Zhao Desan didn't immediately understand what Zheng Jie meant.

"Yes, isn't this it..." As she spoke, Zheng Jie took a business license out of a cloth bag, shook it at Zhao Desan, and said: "It means being the boss myself, get it!"

Zhao Desan's two eyes stared straight at the business license shaking in Zheng Jie's hand, unable to believe it was real. How did this young married woman's thoughts coincide with his own? It truly was a case of 'the phoenixes have wings to fly together, and the hearts have a spiritual connection.'