The night passed quickly, and Wen Zhaoye woke up very early the next day. Before Wen Jiaojiao had even opened her eyes, he took some money and went to the department store.

It's all run by individual business owners, and the variety of products is much richer and more diverse than those in supply and marketing cooperatives.

He was planning to buy nutritional supplements, but he saw a new type of ginger candy and bought two pounds of it along with the nutritional supplements.

Wu Hehua, heavily pregnant, walked over and said:

"Young man, is this for your wife?"

Wen Zhaoye thought for a moment and figured that since they would get married sooner or later, it was the same as being married anyway, so there was no problem with calling her his wife in front of others now. He nodded and said:

"Um."

"Sanitary napkins are all the rage now, do you want to buy some?"

Wu Hehua's brother sells sanitary napkins, but they're not cheap, and most people in the neighborhood can't afford to spend money on them every month. They still prefer to use menstrual pads.

The women in nightclubs earn a lot and don't care about spending money on these things, so she usually helps them make introductions and gets a commission in return.

In addition, the people buying ginger candy at this nutrition store were another key group she was paying attention to.

Because people who buy brown sugar may not necessarily buy sanitary napkins, but people who spend a lot of money to buy ginger candy are definitely not short of money.

Wen Zhaoye's factory was mostly staffed by women and young women, and you could often hear them gossiping and chatting while they worked. Naturally, they had heard of this thing before.

His face flushed, he glanced around, nodded without hesitation, and whispered:

"Give my wife two packs, please."

Wu Hehua's eyes lit up as she took the item out of her cloth bag and handed it to him, saying:

"20 yuan. Young man, you're so handsome and you love your wife so much. Your wife is so lucky."

Wen Zhaoye had never bought it before and didn't know the price, but he figured novel things wouldn't be cheap, and besides, he was too embarrassed to haggle over it.

He paid directly, took the sanitary napkin, and quickly stuffed it into his nutritional supplement. He said calmly:

"She is wonderful, and I am blessed."

Wu Hehua watched his retreating figure, dusted off two crisp ten-yuan bills, and clicked her tongue twice:

"They're really stupid and have too much money."

Wen Zhaoye returned to the hotel, placed the fish porridge on the coffee table, and said to the girl who had just come out of the bathroom:

"Let's eat, honey."

Wen Jiaojiao was speechless: "..."

Wen Zhaoye stood up and straightened his clothes, patiently instructing:

"I'll be back in two days. I'll put the bankbook in your suitcase. If you don't have enough money on you, go get it yourself."

Wen Jiaojiao's gaze fell on his face, but Wen Zhaoye interpreted it in a different way.

The lingering sense of separation and oppression in his heart completely dissipated, and he looked at her with a slight lift of his eyebrows, saying:

"You clingy little thing, I'm only going away for two days, you don't have to be this reluctant to let me go, do you?"

Wen Jiaojiao forced a smile, stiffly averted her gaze, and continued drinking her porridge.

"You have to be willing to give up something."

Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye, who was standing by the coffee table, leaned down and kissed her fair cheek. His handsome face smiled as brightly as a fully blooming sunflower, and he said:

"Don't think about me while you're at home."

Overwhelmed with surprise, Wen Jiaojiao spilled some porridge from the corner of her mouth into her lunchbox before she could even close her lips. She slurped it up and waved her hand in a flustered manner, saying:

"I don't want to think about it, you can go in peace."

Wen Zhaoye packed two changes of clothes, leaving most of the rest at the hotel.

A moment later, Wen Jiaojiao stood by the bed watching his departing figure, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Wen Zhaoye turned around with a serious expression and walked towards her, saying:

"Sister Jiao, I don't feel this place is very safe. How about I take you to another place to stay?"

"The entire Yuncheng area has a developed economy, and entertainment venues are everywhere, so it doesn't matter where you go."

Wen Jiaojiao had finally figured out this place; if they moved, she would have to waste even more time getting to know her surroundings.

Although Yuan Wenjiao is nearby, as long as she chooses a place further away, and makes herself look ugly every day, and gains weight later, it won't be a big problem.

Anyway, fearing being investigated later, she only planned to learn the trade and then leave the area to become a barber who moved around constantly, without a fixed place to live.

Wen Zhaoye stopped, his mind clearing, and abruptly leaned down to kiss her cheek, his voice slightly hoarse as he said:

"Then I'm leaving."

Wen Jiaojiao looked at him with a look of utter despair, her brows furrowing slightly. After he had walked away, she whispered:

"You kiss me all day long, aren't you afraid your lips will get chapped?"

Wen Zhaoye arrived at the hospital quickly. He sat down opposite the doctor and said, "I want to get a tubal ligation."

Middle-aged doctor: "You don't look very old. Do you have children?"

Wen Zhaoye frankly stated, "I don't plan to keep it."

The doctor asked again:

Did your wife come with you? Did she agree? Or did your parents agree?

Nowadays, most tubal ligation is performed by women because the general level of education is not high.

There's a common belief that male vasectomy weakens a man's physique, making him unable to do heavy physical labor in the future.

So if the surgery were performed directly as Wen Zhaoye suggested, the doctor was afraid that it would cause trouble for his family.

Wen Zhaoye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a muffled voice:

“My family all agree. My wife can’t come because of other commitments. Besides, there’s a tubal reversal surgery available now. If she wants to have children again in the future, I can have it reversed.”

The doctor pushed a piece of paper towards him, saying, "Let me tell you this first, the level of medical technology isn't very high right now."

Even if you reconnect with your partner, there will still be plenty of women who can't have children. If you've thought it through, then sign the papers to avoid your family causing trouble.

Wen Zhaoye was a little worried that she might not be able to have children after her penis was reconnected, but what should she do if Wen Jiaojiao wanted a child?

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