How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

If someone knew that Wen Yian was smiling, he would definitely not turn around so quickly.

Song Wenjing casually placed the brown sugar on the small table in the kitchen. When he opened the lid, he smelled the rich aroma of meat.

Hehehe! Wen Yian is so thin, he needs to eat some more.

Wen Yian looked down at his shoes nervously. He didn't know why he came to Song Wenjing's house.

Maybe it was Song Wenjing's kindness towards him!

In the Youth League Home, he usually didn't speak and was always taciturn, so he didn't have a good relationship with them and was used to being alone.

But...he also longs to be cared for!

Wen Yian glanced furtively towards the kitchen, as if that would allow him to see Song Wenjing. The next second, he quickly turned back to the table, his face slightly flushed.

He was bullied at home, but he couldn't fight back because he couldn't beat his father. He only attended junior high school and his stepmother didn't allow him to go to high school because he had no money.

He made a fuss and begged, but it was no use.

He knew his family was rich, but his stepmother didn't want to send him to school. She wanted him to work around the house, because who wouldn't want free labor?

This was the first time someone was so nice to him. Even though he explicitly refused, they still brought him food the next day, sometimes eggs, sometimes steamed buns.

delicious!

So he bought some pastries from the county and hid them in the cupboard, not touching a single bite, just to give them to Song Wenjing in the morning.

However, Song Wenjing took a bite and said it was too sweet, so he put it in his pocket, saying he didn't like it. In the end, he ate it himself and found it delicious and sweet.

Next time, buy non-sweet food! This way, Song Wenjing will eat what he buys. What kind of food does that person like?

Song Wenjing always gave things secretly, so no one knew about it. He also gave them secretly, otherwise there would be gossip the next day.

Is he like his brother?

Wen Yian didn't believe this reason. He had found out that Song Wenjing had no younger brother and wasn't very close to the villagers. However, Song Wenjing did have a good brother named Wang Jianguo.

Song Wenjing's only goal is his money.

Otherwise, why would he be the one to be his wife? He's not a young girl, so he can't be Song Wenjing's wife.

Even if I want to be...I can’t!

Wen Yian supported his chin with his hands, his mind empty and thought.

After a while, the fragrant aroma of meat came from the kitchen.

Wen Yian sniffed the aroma. This was meat that could only be eaten during Chinese New Year. At home, he could only watch them eat the meat while he picked up some vegetables from the side.

This time...can he eat meat?

When Song Wenjing brought out the meat, he saw Wen Yian's eager eyes.

So cute.

"Dinner will be served soon. You should eat more. You look so thin that you look like just bones." Song Wenjing couldn't help nagging.

From the look on his face, you can tell that Wen Yian is not having a good time.

Wen Yian bit his lower lip lightly, "Not...that thin." He looked at the chicken in his hand longingly. Can he eat this?

Is it just for smelling?

Song Wenjing put the plate on the table and said, "I'll go get some food. Please wait a moment."

"I'm going too." Wen Yian suddenly spoke.

Seeing his cautious look, Song Wenjing smiled and said, "Follow me."

"Yeah!" Wen Yian followed behind him and was shocked to see Song Wenjing filled a bowl with rice. There was so much white rice.

This... amount is enough for other families to eat for a year.

"Ah..." He was hit lightly on the head by Song Wenjing. It didn't hurt, but he felt inexplicably shy. He looked up at Song Wenjing, not understanding why he hit him on the head.

"What are you daydreaming about? Hold on to the rice and don't drop it." Song Wenjing handed him the bowl and filled his own bowl as well. Seeing that he was still in a daze, he pulled Wen Yian over to sit down.

Why does Wen Yian look so dull?

The bowl was full of white rice and it smelled very good. Wen Yian blushed and said, "It's... too much. I only need to eat a little bit. It would be a waste if I eat too much." His stepmother often said this, so he remembered it.

He pushed the bowl in front of Song Wenjing.

He only brought a pound of brown sugar for Song Wenjing, as it would be bad for him to eat too much. This would make Song Wenjing feel like he was at a disadvantage.

Song Wenjing put a chicken leg in his bowl, pushed it in front of him, and said firmly, "Eat quickly and don't talk. It's not like I can't afford this little bit of rice. I'm not poor."

"I tell you, if you can't finish eating, don't go back tonight. Go back whenever you finish eating," he said with a cold face, looking scary.

But Wen Yian wasn't afraid. He slowly touched the bowl with his hand while watching Song Wenjing's expression. If Song Wenjing made any other move, he would retreat into his shell.

With Song Wenjing's tacit consent, he held the bowl with both hands.

Song Wenjing didn't move, just looked at him silently, and said gently: "Eat! After dinner, I'll take you back to the educated youth camp. Don't be afraid, if the educated youth camp asks, just say I treated you to dinner because I wanted to repay you."

"If you get bullied in the future, just tell me and I'll support you."

"Hmm..." Wen Yian tasted his rice and found it delicious. He looked at Song Wenjing with sparkling eyes, as if asking for praise.

Song Wenjing lived up to everyone's expectations and encouraged him, "Eat more. You look so thin. I'm not a cannibal, so don't be afraid. Eat more meat to grow taller." He picked up a chicken wing and put it in his bowl.

The timid little rabbit doesn't dare to pick up the meat, so he can help.

Only then did Wen Yian eat the rice in the bowl with peace of mind. His brows relaxed and his tense body slowly relaxed.

The rice was delicious and the meat was tasty too.

"Eat more. I can't finish all this. The rest will be wasted." Seeing his cute look while biting the chicken leg, Song Wenjing put another chicken leg in his bowl.

"That's enough. I can't eat so much, and... I can leave it for tomorrow. You eat this chicken leg. I already have one." Wen Yian blocked the bowl with his hand to prevent him from putting the chicken leg in his bowl.

Song Wenjing said indifferently: "Oh! It won't taste good if you save it for tomorrow. I don't like chicken legs, be good~ eat all the chicken legs." He gently pulled his hand away and put the chicken leg into his bowl.

He couldn't help but touch his head and said, "Be good! Eat more. You can't be so thin, or else one punch from someone will break your bones."

"Eat more so others won't think you're easy to bully."

Wen Yian's body stiffened for a moment when his head was touched, but it took a while for him to slowly relax. The culprit had already picked up the bowl and was happily eating meat.

Song Wenjing felt Wen Yian's gaze and mistakenly thought that he wanted to pick up some meat but was too embarrassed to do so, so he reached out and picked up a piece of meat for him.

Not only that, he also smiled friendly and said, "Eat more." I really wanted to bully him.

"Yeah." This time, Wen Yian didn't say anything. He ate the chicken leg obediently. Seeing Song Wenjing smiling, he also smiled happily, "Thank you..."

After saying that, he lowered his head and ate silently, as if he was embarrassed.

What?! That's meat. We only eat it a few times a year. Who would dislike leftover meat? Song Ge would lie to him.