The short, thin man leaned against the carriage entrance, one hand stiffly in his pocket, his eyes darting around nervously.

Seeing that no one was following, he lowered his voice and said to the pretty woman smoking next to him:

"JunJun, we succeeded! I was almost scared to death just now. When I put it in that man's pocket..."

He visibly froze; I thought he was going to shove me to the ground, but instead, he grinned, showing his teeth, and smugly smiled.

The woman had a small mole on her lip. She chuckled softly and casually slipped one hand into his pocket.

As he clutched the money tightly in his hand, the man forcefully pulled it away and put it into his crossbody bag.

"You're so amazing, darling."

Although Li Qiang felt reluctant, he smiled ingratiatingly and said:

"JunJun, shall we go to a hotel to relax tonight?"

Wu Meijun chuckled charmingly, lightly poking his head with her polished nails, and said in a very good mood:

"Let's go to Yun Kai's place instead."

Yuncheng is known for its open-mindedness, and the two of them, disregarding the strange looks from others, would occasionally exchange flirtatious remarks.

The moment the bathroom door opened, Wen Zhaoye tilted his head slightly at Wen Jiaojiao and said:

"You go in first."

Wen Jiaojiao walked in in a daze, and when she came out, she ignored Wen Zhaoye and went straight to her seat.

"There's no way out, absolutely no way out."

Just then, the short, plump old woman, carrying a basket of eggs, saw Wen Jiaojiao's back and walked up to her with a curious expression, saying:

"Jiaojiao, why aren't you at home taking care of the kids? Where are you going?"

child?

The surrounding area was noisy, but the woman's voice wasn't loud. Wen Jiaojiao heard her clearly and turned around in alarm, roughly knowing that this person must recognize her after she had run away.

Furthermore, the tone should be extremely friendly and familiar to avoid any hint of sarcasm or sarcasm.

She swallowed hard, trembling. Seeing the woman approach, fearing Wen Zhaoye might bump into her, she pushed her way forward on the track, ignoring her neck injury.

You've mistaken me for someone else.

"Why are you running away? Do you think I don't recognize you? I've only been back in my hometown for three months. You've certainly become more beautiful, but I'm not so bad as to not recognize a neighbor I've known for a year or two."

Li Cuihua couldn't help but raise her voice. She used to live in Yuncheng and was Xu Dajun's neighbor. At first, she saw that the young couple had a good relationship and were living happily ever after.

For some reason, as time went on, they kept arguing about money, and Xu Dajun, being a man, couldn't hold his temper and would resort to violence.

Wen Jiaojiao was repeatedly beaten until her face was bruised and swollen, which fueled her resentment. She then frequently slapped and spanked the newborn boy.

Seeing the child crying pitifully, she felt sorry for him and would occasionally go over to mediate and help comfort the child.

Wen Jiaojiao was panicked and her forehead was covered in beads of sweat. She didn't dare to stop in her seat and ran straight ahead.

I'm really fed up. How come you always mess things up at crucial moments? If you two really run into each other and confront me, I'll jump off a train and run away.

"Did you and your husband have another fight? You can't just abandon the child and run away alone, can you? That child is so pitiful. You have to think about Xiaofei."

Li Cuihua was born in an old-fashioned era and always believed that husband and wife should never break up or divorce.

She felt that Wen Jiaojiao ran away instinctively when she saw her, probably because she had lost her child and was preparing to flee, so she couldn't help but say a few words to the person behind her.

Wen Zhaoye walked out of the restroom and looked up. He saw Li Cuihua standing at the restroom door, staring straight ahead. Too lazy to bother with her, he said directly:

"Excuse me."

"Oh~" Li Cuihua turned away, walked towards the toilet, and muttered:

"It's really rare to see such a heartless mother. She actually abandoned her child and ran away. I still need to find her later and talk to her properly."

Wen Zhaoye frowned slightly upon hearing this, but didn't take it to heart and returned to his seat. He glanced around, didn't see anyone, and asked the man in the opposite seat:

"Did you see the girl who was with me?"

The man gestured with his chin:

"She kept running forward, probably to catch up with the train conductor to buy something; she seemed to be in a hurry."

Wen Zhaoye was confused, but was swayed by the man's words, and he walked forward:

Has she started her period?

But where can you buy those things on the train?

With the front door sealed off, Wen Jiaojiao had nowhere to run. Glancing back, she happened to see Wen Zhaoye and Li Cuihua walking towards her one after the other through the scattered figures.

Her pupils dilated in shock. She casually opened the bathroom door and then closed it again, saying, "You two better not get to know each other."

Wen Zhaoye walked to the end of the path, looked at the closed door, and asked the person next to him, "Did you see a young and pretty girl run over?"

Li Cuihua carefully observed the people in the seats on both sides as she followed behind, smiling as she said to Wen Zhaoye:

"Are you looking for someone too? The person I was just looking for seems to have run this way too."

"You two actually started chatting?" Wen Jiaojiao listened intently by the door, her breath trembling. She muttered softly, her heart sinking, and silently prayed:

God help me, as long as I survive this ordeal, I will never be lazy again. Otherwise, may I spend the rest of my life with both legs broken, paralyzed in bed, and being well taken care of every day.

Just then, one of them said:

"Someone just came into the restroom. I don't know which of you is looking for this person."

Wen Jiaojiao was speechless: "..."

It's obvious you have eyes, isn't it?

Li Cuihua turned to Wen Zhaoye and asked:

"Young man, who are you looking for? Why don't you knock on the door and ask first?"

Wen Zhaoye was now certain that Wen Jiaojiao had started her period. His suspicions even stemmed from what he had found in that same bathroom earlier.

Forced to chase after the train conductor selling things, I bought what I needed and then had to crawl back into the toilet.

His face flushed red as he shook his head and walked back, saying:

"Nobody."

Just as Wen Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, Li Cuihua suddenly knocked on the door and said, "Jiaojiao, is that you in there?"

Wen Zhaoye stopped in his tracks upon hearing the sound. He turned around stiffly, his heart pounding wildly, and his lips trembled slightly as he said:

"What's your name, Jiaojiao?"

Wen Jiaojiao's face turned pale, her heart filled with torment and she didn't know what to do: what she feared most had come to pass, going out now would definitely mean facing a hellish situation.

Li Cuihua, standing just a door away, sighed with regret:

"Her surname is Wen. I haven't been home for a few months, and she's already abandoned her husband and run off. Tell me, how can a couple not fight?"

If she runs away, the whole family will fall apart, and that Xu Dajun isn't someone to be trifled with. If he runs into her again, he'll definitely beat her to a pulp.

As she finished speaking, just as Wen Zhaoye was about to open his mouth, the toilet door was opened with a "bang".