Wen Yun’s side profile was very beautiful, her long eyelashes fanned out, and she spoke in a gentle voice.
"Do you feel better now?"
Wen Yun focused on massaging Meng Yanzhi, completely unaware that Meng Yanzhi had been staring at her. She said, "For your condition, you should get more massages. Of course, the technique is also very important. Pay more attention daily, and gradually, the pain will lessen."
"Mm."
Meng Yanzhi responded, his voice nasally, and said, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me. It’s getting late, you should go to bed early."
Seeing that he was no longer in pain, Wen Yun got up and went back to her room. Massaging requires a lot of strength, so Wen Yun, feeling tired, fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The next morning, when Wen Yun got up, Meng Yanzhi was already gone. However, on the dining table, there was a steaming breakfast: porridge, buns, fried dough sticks, and pancakes!
"Such a waste!"
Wen Yun looked at the breakfast, thinking to herself, could she finish it all by herself?
If she couldn’t finish it, wouldn’t it be wasted?
Determined not to waste food, Wen Yun stuffed herself and slowly burped her way to the hospital.
"Wen Yun, your sister is here to see you."
Her colleague’s words stunned Wen Yun for a moment before she realized it was her cousin, Wen Jiao.
"You finally came."
Wen Jiao, with a look of disdain, covered her nose as she walked out of the office, saying, "It’s so hard to find you. Is your phone out of battery again?"
Wen Yun took out her phone, and sure enough, it was dead.
"Can’t you replace that old phone?" Wen Jiao looked at Wen Yun’s phone with disdain; it was still the newly released model.
"What’s up?" Wen Yun inquired.
Wen Jiao started walking outside, saying, "Let’s talk outside."
Feeling helpless, Wen Yun explained to her colleagues and then quickly caught up with Wen Jiao. They walked to a small garden in the back before Wen Jiao said, "Aren’t you married into the Meng Family? Doesn’t the Meng Family give you money to spend?"
Wen Jiao scrutinized Wen Yun, noticing her clothes hadn’t changed from before, and even her outdated phone hadn’t been replaced.
Phones were changing rapidly, from the original large ones, to smaller models, to basic blue-screen phones, and now to color-screen phones. The phone in her hand was the latest color-screen model she had switched to.
Wen Yun pressed her lips together, not answering Wen Jiao’s question, instead saying, "Wen Jiao, if you have something to say, just say it. I still have to work, and I have rounds to do later."
This was why she came early; if she had come late, she wouldn’t have had the chance to follow Wen Jiao out.
"Lend me a hundred thousand yuan."
Wen Jiao’s words almost made Wen Yun’s eyes pop out. She shook her head and said, "Wen Jiao, do I look like a rich person to you?"
A hundred thousand?
That’s too much, even ten thousand would be hard for her.
"The Meng Family is rich," Wen Jiao said without hesitation. "I recently have my eye on a bag, and I’m preparing to open a store with a friend, but we don’t have enough money. Can you lend me some?"
Wen Yun refused, "I don’t have any."
"The Meng Family has money, but it’s not my money," Wen Yun added.
It’s not just that she and Meng Yanzhi have a contract marriage even if they were a genuine couple, Meng Yanzhi’s money isn’t something that just appeared out of thin air.
"How is it not yours? Wen Yun, you don’t want to lend it, do you?" Wen Jiao said unhappily, "A hundred thousand to the Meng Family is just a drop in the bucket, why can’t you lend me a little? I’m not saying I won’t pay it back."


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