Inside the hotel, Wen Zhaoye lay alone on the bed, feeling inexplicably lonely. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

After a while, he sat up, changed his clothes, and went out onto the street.

Yuncheng boasts a vibrant nightlife with numerous street vendors, and tickets are free.

Wen Zhaoye approached the watermelon vendor:

"Give me a watermelon."

The vendor picked out a large watermelon and weighed it. Wen Zhaoye waited patiently, but when he casually looked up, his expression suddenly froze.

A woman appeared ahead, her figure thin and emaciated, dressed in revealing clothes and heavily made up.

Before Wen Zhaoye could react, the man's figure disappeared around the corner. He murmured to himself:

"This person...doesn't he look a bit like my little sister?"

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Just as he was about to chase after them to investigate, the vendor stopped him, saying:

"Hey boss, your watermelon is ready, that'll be eighty cents in total."

Wen Zhaoye hurriedly paid ten yuan, but the shopkeeper couldn't make change, so he asked the apple vendor next door for change.

During those few minutes of waiting, his desire to catch up and investigate gradually faded.

He took the money and watermelon, chuckled, and walked back, saying, "My dear sister would never dress like this."

A heavily made-up woman leaned against the entrance of the colorful nightclub, a cheap cigarette between her fingers and a gloomy expression on her face.

"Jiaojiao, you're here? Is your Xiaofei being good at home?" Xu Xiujuan, wearing a green jumpsuit, walked over with a smile.

Wen Jiaojiao (the original owner of this body) took a drag of her cigarette with a displeased expression and said, "Don't meddle in my business."

Xu Xiujuan looked slightly embarrassed. Another woman pulled her into the dance hall and whispered:

"Why are you talking to her so much? She has a very strange temper."

Xu Xiujuan: "I just felt sorry for her. Men are perfectly capable, yet they don't do any work."

"Expecting her, a woman, to do this kind of work, she just asked her boss for a break, I bet she's going home to see her kids again."

Another woman said, "Who among us isn't having a hard time? Just mind your own business. She truly loves her child."

But when she argues and fights with her husband, she takes it out on the children. She's a lunatic; just ignore her.

Wen Zhaoye stood at the door of Wen Jiaojiao's room, carrying some things, and said, "Jiaojiao, I bought some things. Please open the door and take them."

Wen Jiaojiao yawned, opened the door, saw the watermelon, and said, "Let's cut it open and eat it together now since we bought it."

Wen Zhaoye closed the door, cut a watermelon, and casually said, "I just ran into someone on the street who looks a bit like you."

Wen Jiaojiao's pupils dilated in shock, the drowsiness in her mind instantly vanished, and she said anxiously:

"Then what?"

Wen Zhaoye frowned, puzzled, and asked:

"Why are you so agitated? I just think she looks a bit like you, nothing more."

Wen Jiaojiao's heart was in turmoil, fearing that he might accidentally bump into the person in question again and reveal the truth. After thinking for a moment, she said:

"Brother, sleep with me while you're here. When you go out, let me go with you. And remember to wake me up every day when you go to buy breakfast."

Wen Zhaoye's smile almost stretched to his ears, but he hesitated before speaking:

"That's not a good idea, I've already booked my room."

"There's nothing wrong with it, we've been sleeping together for more than a day or two anyway."

Wen Jiaojiao's eyes trembled, and she didn't dare to look at his expression as she finished speaking, then added ambiguously:

Is she doing well?

"It should be alright, I guess."

Wen Zhaoye felt that although the woman was dressed provocatively, she didn't think of anything improper, so he believed that people who could dress up in this era were not poor.

Seeing Wen Jiaojiao's unusual expression, he had a vague guess in his heart and asked with a question, "Do you know her?"

Knowing that she was doing well, Wen Jiaojiao felt a little relieved and said, "We met once, and I thought she did look a bit like me, but we never talked."

After handing her a slice of watermelon, Wen Zhaoye went back to his room without thinking much of it and took his clothes back to Wen Jiaojiao's room.

The two were lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, when suddenly, sounds of indescribable words came from the next room again.

Wen Jiaojiao closed her eyes, pretending not to hear, but when the man next door spoke, she opened her eyes in surprise and said:

"Brother, listen to this sound."

Wen Zhaoye had no interest in eavesdropping on other people's bedroom activities. His handsome face flushed red as he spoke:

"Shut up, you're a young lady, aren't you ashamed?"

Wen Jiaojiao didn't take it to heart and continued to listen attentively, analyzing as follows:

"No, I can tell from the woman's voice that it's the same one from last night. It's the same man, but he doesn't sound like the same person as last night."

Wen Zhaoye was at his wit's end. Seeing that she was listening intently, he had no choice but to raise his hand and cover her ears.

Why are you bothering with other people's business?

Wen Jiaojiao pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and said:

"This woman had better not mess with me again, or I'll make sure she fails me next time."

As dawn broke, the morning in Yuncheng was filled with a tranquil atmosphere.

Wen Jiaojiao had spent the entire night in fear of her identity being exposed, and couldn't sleep at all. She sat up and looked at Wen Zhaoye, who was preparing to leave again:

"Brother, can't you just stay in the hotel and not go anywhere else?"

Wen Zhaoye was now completely certain that she didn't want him to investigate her past, and he said cryptically:

"There are things to do when you go out. If I stay in a hotel every day, I might as well go home."

"Okay, let's go." Wen Jiaojiao yawned and followed him to the beef soup shop.

The business inside was booming; the stools and tables were covered in greasy stains left by the previous customers who hadn't yet cleaned up.

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