Wen Jiaojiao knew she couldn't escape, but fortunately, in this era, ID cards didn't require fingerprints, so she wasn't afraid of encountering other identity problems after running away.

She lowered her head and sighed inwardly, "Brother, I hope you won't be too surprised then."

Wen Zhaoye made no attempt to guess that they would meet two identical people, and reassured them:

"Don't worry, once it's verified, no matter what your past life was like, I promise I won't mention it again."

Even if we argue or get angry, they won't use this kind of thing to belittle you.

I'll belittle you my foot.

Wen Jiaojiao sat on the edge of the bed, carefully planning her future:

Once you have legal status, you can go to other cities, find a place to work that includes room and board, and then gradually change jobs later.

Wen Zhaoye was equally uneasy. Seeing that she was lost in thought and not in a good mood, he took out a few pieces of clothing and asked:

"Is it alright to bring these few items?"

Wen Jiaojiao felt she should bring a few more clothes so she wouldn't be left without anything to wear. She walked over and grabbed all the clothes hanging on the rack, saying:

"Brother, since we're already there, let's stay a few more days. It's a place with a really vibrant nightlife."

Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly, voicing his inner confusion:

"I just wanted to take you to see it, why are you acting like you're really going to run away?"

Wen Jiaojiao paused in her folding of clothes, then smiled awkwardly and said, "Then maybe I shouldn't go? I don't want to go out and suffer."

Wen Zhaoye dismissed his slightest doubt and took his suitcase from the wardrobe:

"I'll definitely take you there, just to help you relax."

"elder brother……"

Wen Jiaojiao was only halfway through her sentence when he turned to look at her. She suddenly realized that giving too much information might arouse his suspicion.

She silently shut her mouth, her long eyelashes lowering in a melancholy manner.

Let's forget about it. He's a good person, but I don't even have a name in the article. How can I change his fate?

I've talked to him quite a bit lately. He has to take control of his own destiny; I can barely take care of myself.

As for the original Wen Jiaojiao, my abilities are limited. At most, I can only call your mother to come to Yuncheng to find you after I run away.

Wen Zhaoye noticed that ever since the incident about taking her to Yuncheng occurred, she had finally started to exude a strange and inexplicable emotion.

He reassured her, "Don't worry about being reminded of the past. I'll ask you when we get there. If you don't want to hear it, you can stay in the hotel."

Wen Jiaojiao nodded listlessly:

"Um."

Having achieved his goal, and fearing she might become overly upset and throw a tantrum, Wen Zhaoye took the clothes from her hands and said:

"Go have breakfast first, I'll help you tidy up."

Wen Jiaojiao went out, finished her meal, and then went back to bed to lie there in a daze.

Will we never have such a leisurely life again?

Just then, Xu Cuifen returned with Wen Xiaojian, and she called out into the house:

"Daughter, Mom bought roast duck and lots of other food."

Wen Zhaoye knew that if Xu Cuifen knew about this, she would definitely refuse the investigation.

He placed his suitcase on top of the wardrobe, walked out, and said, "Give me the family household registration book; I need it."

Xu Cuifen naturally did not refuse his request. She went inside and happened to see the open wardrobe door, exclaiming in surprise:

"Who opened my perfectly good wardrobe like that?"

Wen Zhaoye covered for Wen Jiaojiao without blushing or skipping a beat, saying:

"I was in a hurry to go out, so I looked for my household registration book myself, but I couldn't find it."

Xu Cuifen breathed a sigh of relief, stepped onto the stool, retrieved the shoe mold box, took out the household registration booklet and handed it to him, whispering:

"Don't let my Jiaojiao touch it, I feel like she's a bit confused sometimes."

Wen Zhaoye thought she was right, so he took it and walked out the door.

"I'll take her to get her feet checked this afternoon."

Xu Cuifen panicked upon hearing this, fearing that he would suffer from bone-setting and acupuncture if he took Wen Jiaojiao there, so she directly refused:

"No need, why waste the money? Just eat more pig's trotters, beef, old hen and stuff like that and you'll make up for it."

"Mom, my brother and I are going to get it checked out. I've been lying in bed all the time lately, and my back is a bit sore. It really hurts every night when I go to sleep." I should have pretended to sprain my hand.

Wen Jiaojiao didn't want to continue living in fear, so she went along with Wen Zhaoye's suggestion.

Upon hearing this, Xu Cuifen figured that she must have already made up her mind and was keeping quiet, and even if she were exposed, she wouldn't care.

After all, Wen Xiaojian's heart was with her and her daughter. As long as he shouted, the matter would be over.

Wen Zhaoye took her to the police station by bicycle in the afternoon. The ID card application went very smoothly, but it would take a few days to receive it.

He stepped out of the courtyard gate: "Want me to show you around?"

Wen Jiaojiao lacked the energy to shop. She had resolved her ID card issue, but the money was still a significant problem.

After all, escaping requires money for a train ticket, and she didn't want to take money from her family, feeling that would make her no different from Wen Jiaojiao.

She shook her head and said, "Forget it, I want to go back."

Wen Zhaoye couldn't read her emotions, but couldn't help but gently coax her:

"What do you like? I'll buy it for you."

Wen Jiaojiao looked at him with clear eyes, her voice hesitant as she said, "But I like money, what should I do?"

Wen Zhaoye had plenty of money, and he always felt that her words were an indirect way of expressing her feelings for him.

A cryptic smile played on his lips as he pulled out all the banknotes from his pocket and handed them to her, saying ambiguously:

"You've had good taste ever since you came back."

That's really a bit odd.

Who doesn't love money?

Although Wen Jiaojiao was full of doubt, a glint of light flashed in her eyes as she stared at the wad of banknotes in his hand, and she said somewhat uncertainly:

"For me?"

"Mm." Wen Zhaoye nodded, and seeing that she still didn't reach out to take it, he simply pulled her slender hand and placed it in her palm:

"Buy whatever you want."

His large hands were slightly rough, like sun-baked sand covering the back of her hands.

Wen Jiaojiao felt a burning sensation and shrank back uncomfortably, but his action of stuffing money into her hand was particularly forceful, and her slender hand was held firmly in his palm.

People around them hurried by, and occasionally someone would glance back at the two of them, then chuckle and whisper a few words.

Wen Jiaojiao felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and weakly spoke up:

"elder brother."

Wen Zhaoye's ears flushed crimson. After a couple of seconds, he released his grip and took the first step forward, saying:

Let's go.

The two arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative. Wen Zhaoye remembered that he had promised to give her some scraps to eat last time, and went to the counter:

"Give me a pack of peach shortbread and osmanthus cake."

Before the waiter could turn around, Wen Jiaojiao spoke up to stop him:

"Brother, the leftovers from last time were soggy and ended up being fed to the chickens. Why are you buying more now?"

Wen Zhaoye glanced at her, a cryptic smile playing on his lips: "..."

You're not eating because I didn't let you bite into them. This time when we go back, I'll take a few bites of each one, and I promise you won't waste any.