Wen Zhaoye held a cigarette between his slender fingers, took a drag, and said with a bright smile in his handsome eyes:

"Or maybe you should just lie down."

Wen Jiaojiao lay back on the seat, looking like she was giving up, and said:

"I even wonder if it's because I'm too beautiful that people always speculate about me maliciously."

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Wen Zhaoye's gentle gaze swept over her face as he said, "Hmm, she is indeed very beautiful."

Wen Jiaojiao's expression gradually turned arrogant:

"You've got a good eye, kid."

Suddenly, from the back seat came a woman's panicked voice:

"Xiaobao, what's wrong? Don't scare your mother. Could you please help me find a train conductor?"

The middle-aged woman sitting next to me, with a knowing look on her face, said, "Oh dear, give him a good pounding on the back."

Another woman chimed in, "Yes, if we delay any longer, the child will definitely not be saved."

A large crowd gathered around, pointing and whispering amongst themselves. The woman patted the boy's back forcefully, saying anxiously:

"This won't do. Is any of you a doctor? I'm willing to pay you."

The surrounding noise grew increasingly louder, but Wen Jiaojiao, unaware of the situation and already suffering from neck pain, had no desire to get involved.

But upon hearing the word "reward," Tongtong flew away immediately. A glint of light flashed in her eyes as she looked at the man beside her and said:

"What's wrong, bro?"

Wen Zhaoye stood up and looked back. A boy seemed to be stuck on something, his face flushed red.

His eyes were cold, and he didn't seem to care at all as he said, "A child choked on something while eating."

He is by nature indifferent and rarely cares about anything. He also knows that helping others indiscriminately might lead to encountering difficult people.

In the end, it might cause you a lot of trouble, so when you're out and about, not interfering or caring is the best way to protect yourself.

Wen Jiaojiao's expression froze for a moment. Ignoring her neck pain, she suddenly stood up and said, "Whether it's the child or the reward..."

"Let me do it, I know how."

The old woman who had just called him an idiot pushed forward and questioned him:

"Little girl, can you do it?"

Another elderly woman, who had also collapsed from exhaustion, echoed from afar:

"Exactly, this is no joke. If the child's condition worsens, they'll definitely come after you."

Wen Jiaojiao squeezed towards the women's seats and said, "Anyway, the idiot and the paralyzed man can save people later, but you two can't."

The two women looked embarrassed, waiting to see how she would react.

The woman, dressed in a long skirt and sporting fashionable long curly hair, looked at her helplessly, holding an eight- or nine-year-old boy. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she spoke in a fearful voice:

"Are you a doctor? My child choked on an egg, can you save him?"

Wen Jiaojiao finally reached the boy and reached out to take the child, saying:

"Don't worry, except for not having a medical license, I look just like a doctor."

A look of surprise flashed across the woman's eyes, but then, as a last resort, she handed the child to her.

"Hurry up, thank you."

Ignoring the pain in her neck, Wen Jiaojiao took the eight- or nine-year-old boy from under her arms and used the Heimlich maneuver.

"Pfft, pfft." Hurry up and give me lots of gold coins, so I can achieve even greater glory.

The boy's face turned a deep liver color, and with a "snap," he spat out the egg yolk. Wen Jiaojiao's eyes gleamed with joy.

He cupped his face, looked him over, and only put him down when he was sure he was alright. He then turned to the woman and said:

"Alright, I've cured your child. Give me twenty yuan. No IOUs or credit."

The woman, holding the child and breathing heavily, then pulled two ten-yuan bills from her bag, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on her face, and handed them to her.

Anyway, thank you.

Wen Jiaojiao accepted the money with satisfaction, put it in her pocket, and only then did she feel at ease. She turned to the two embarrassed old women who were leaving and said:

"Don't go, let me see if you two old folks are blushing."

The two hurried away without looking back. Wen Zhaoye watched her entire rescue procedure, but didn't think much of it.

After all, Yuncheng is a big city, gathering all kinds of talents, so it's highly likely that they witnessed others providing assistance on the street.

He chuckled softly and said, "Your neck doesn't hurt anymore?"

Wen Jiaojiao sat on the inside and said:

"Money can cure all diseases. If you give me two more, I can pull a train with my neck right here and now."

Wen Zhaoye imagined the scene in his mind: he looked at her with eyes full of doting affection, reached into his right pocket, took out a brand-new blue hundred-yuan bill, and handed it to her.

"When we get off the bus later, give me a performance. I don't care about the money, I just want to broaden my horizons."

A beautiful woman with a small mole near her lip glanced almost imperceptibly at Wen Zhaoye's face, her eyebrows slightly upturned.

This man is really good-looking.

At the same time, Wen Jiaojiao's expression froze for a moment, unsure whether to accept the offer. After hesitating for two seconds, she decisively took it, put it back in her pocket, and said seriously:

"I can pull a baby toy train."

Wen Zhaoye chuckled lightly, turned and walked towards the restroom without paying any attention. The aisle was still crowded. Wen Jiaojiao stood up and followed him, saying:

"Bro, let's go together, I really need to go to the bathroom this time."

Wen Zhaoye glanced back at her, but didn't think much of it. Just as he reached the door to wait, he suddenly felt a faint rummaging sensation in his pocket again.

His back was stiff, a slight smile playing on his lips. As the groping sensation subsided, he blushed and said shyly:

"Does it have to be in a crowded place to do this kind of thing?"

"Brother, what did you say?" Wen Jiaojiao was pushed back a distance from him, and she called out from afar, holding her neck.

Wen Zhaoye sensed something was wrong coming from a strange direction. His expression froze, and he turned around in surprise, saying:

What are you doing there?

"If I'm not here, where am I? My neck hurts so much, I can't squeeze past anyone else at all." Wen Jiaojiao said as she squeezed her way to his side.

Who touched me just now? Wen Zhaoye felt a sense of foreboding and subconsciously reached for his right pocket. Sure enough, it was empty. His pupils trembled slightly.

"Damn it, we've really run into a pickpocket this time."

A plan formed in Wen Jiaojiao's mind, and she said with a straight face:

"Look at you, you're not the kind of person who accepts things. Quickly give me your ID card and letter of introduction, I'll keep them safe so you don't lose them again."

Wen Zhaoye paid no attention to Wen Jiaojiao's words, his eyes darting anxiously around, but he couldn't tell who the thief was at all.

Just now, because he was deliberately letting Wen Jiaojiao take advantage of him, he didn't even look at her, just in case she wouldn't touch him anymore.

He knew at that moment that the two hundred yuan was definitely gone, and said calmly:

"Never mind, you still have over a hundred yuan. If you're careful with your spending, you can manage."

Wen Jiaojiao stared at him with wide eyes, her voice suddenly rising as she said:

"I've made all this for you?"

Wen Zhaoye touched the ID in his left pocket, felt relieved, and chuckled, "Who told my little sister to be my family?"

Wen Jiaojiao's expression changed repeatedly:

Who the hell is your little sister?

Spending my money? That's like taking my life!