A short while later, another person was wheeled into the ward, this time with both legs wrapped in bandages.

Wen Zhaoye glanced at him slightly to the side, and after looking closely for a while, he recognized Li Qiang. He didn't take it seriously and continued to close his eyes and sleep for a while.

Li Qiang had spotted Wu Meijun and Qin Gang behaving intimately on the street that morning, so he secretly followed them the whole way, only to discover that Wu Meijun was two-timing him.

He was furious and caused a scene at a nightclub, but Qin Gang, who had considerable influence, had him beaten severely.

He lay in his hospital bed, the pain in his body making the resentment in his chest even stronger.

The old woman who had just spoken couldn't help but ask again, "Young man, how did you get this injury?"

Li Qiang turned his head with difficulty and looked over, just in time to notice Wen Zhaoye. He was taken aback for a moment, then answered the old woman again:

"He got beaten up by those guys at the nightclub."

The old woman sighed and said:

"Oh dear, look at this, ever since those people from the nightclub came, the atmosphere here has deteriorated."

Li Qiang's eyes flickered as he looked at Wen Zhaoye. He was prepared to fight Wu Meijun to the death, and hardened his heart, saying:

"I know who stole your money."

Wen Zhaoye suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Li Qiang, and said in a cold voice, "Who is it?"

Li Qiang gritted his teeth and said:

"It was the woman who was with me. She works at the Huanyan dance hall. She was the one who instructed me to steal it on the train."

This isn't a good time to take action either.

Wen Zhaoye glanced at his lower body with displeasure, and said with a heavy breath:

"I'll deal with you two when I'm better."

Upon hearing this, Li Qiang, ignoring his wounds and wincing in pain, sat up abruptly and retorted:

"No, you have to deal with me and that woman today."

The old woman was stunned and exclaimed in surprise:

"This is the first time I've ever heard of forcing someone to go to the police station."

Wen Zhaoye glanced at his lower body again, his brows furrowing tightly. He was worried that if he made a big fuss about this, it might cause irreparable problems in his area.

He said in a solemn tone, "Even if you want to die, you should pick a good time. I'll let you live a couple more days. Don't be ungrateful."

Li Qiang gave a bitter smile:

"I don't want to live anymore. That woman took my body, and I kept pressuring her to marry me, but she absolutely refused."

Now I know she was two-timing me. No wonder she didn't bleed the first time they were together.

She said she tore her hymen while practicing splits, and I was heartbroken. Now it seems it was all a lie. So, you have to deal with both her and me today.

Wen Zhaoye's brow furrowed so tightly it could trap a fly; he felt these were words he shouldn't be hearing.

He said, still annoyed, "It's inconvenient."

Undeterred, Li Qiang moved his bandaged legs and said indignantly:

“I don’t care what illness you have now, I’m going to help you to the police station even if I have to use a cane to support you.”

Wen Zhaoye was afraid that he would crawl to the edge of the bed and forcibly drag him off the bed. His face was ugly as he said:

"If you dare come any closer, I'll kill you."

Li Qiang was determined to die and fearlessly grabbed the bed frame to get out of bed.

The old woman clapped her hands and offered some advice:

"Oh dear, this young man has had his vasectomy. Walking must be incredibly painful. You can bear the pain in your own legs, but who can bear that pain in that area?"

Li Qiang paused, then suddenly pulled back and lay flat.

"Then it's definitely not possible to go."

Wen Zhaoye's face grew increasingly unpleasant, his chest heaving with anger: How humiliating!

Meanwhile, Wen Jiaojiao took a half-hour bus ride to the Pretty Hair Salon. She asked a young woman inside:

Are you hiring?

The woman looked her up and down. Wen Jiaojiao was clumsy with makeup and couldn't create a stunning look or an ugly style. She had just painted a red birthmark on her face.

The woman waved her hand and said, "Just by looking at the name of our signboard, you should know that we have high standards for our image."

Wen Jiaojiao frowned slightly. This hair salon was the one she had ruled out being the furthest from the farmers' market and the arcade, precisely to avoid running into acquaintances of the former Wen Jiaojiao in the future.

Undeterred, she said, "My makeup is a bit unusual today. If you don't believe me, I'll wash it off and show you."

The woman, seeing her good figure, felt a surge of anticipation, but another elegant woman beside her said in a less than pleasant tone:

"Forget it, don't delay our business."

Wen Jiaojiao stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and saw that even the woman turned around and went inside with little interest.

She pursed her lips, raised her hand to wipe the birthmark, revealing her natural fair skin, and spoke again:

Is this okay?

The elegant woman sat on the stool with her arms crossed and legs crossed. She lazily cast her gaze over, then paused for a moment.

The young woman turned around, her face beaming with joy, and quickly came out to greet her:

"Yes, that's great."

Wen Jiaojiao: "But I lost my ID card and letter of introduction when I went out. I just wanted to ask if you need these things here?"

The young woman pulled her into the house and said:

"Nothing is needed, just being pretty is enough. We take 50% of the profits from each client we serve."

Although Wen Jiaojiao felt the treatment was good, she also felt that there was something strange about what was said.

However, considering that this kind of business involves entertaining guests and requiring public appearances, it's understandable that someone who is attractive might be considered.

Led by the woman, she went to the hair salon, washed her face, and revealed a pure and gentle countenance, saying:

"So what do I need to do now?"

The young woman smiled, her face crinkling with wrinkles, and said:

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