Lin Yueru sent Zhang Wanru the lawyer's business card via WeChat.
She glanced at the time; it was already 11 p.m., and said anxiously:
"Wanru, I can't go on anymore, I have to go back to sleep."
Zhang Wanru didn't want her to leave: "Yueru, let's have a get-together as sisters, it's a free and easy time. No one at home is looking after you, why are you in such a hurry to go back?"
Lin Yueru couldn't help but yell at her:
"Zhang Wanru! I'm fifty-one years old this year! I have high blood pressure and diabetes. You won't let me go home to sleep, are you trying to kill me? Your love is love, but my life isn't?"
Seeing that the other party was getting anxious, Zhang Wanru had no choice but to relent and say:
"Sis, don't be angry. I won't keep you here, but before you leave, could you lend me your diamond membership card for that beauty salon in the city center? I have an appointment with my first love tomorrow, and I need to use the best makeup artist in Shanghai, okay?"
Lin Yueru knew that Zhang Wanru was currently in a state of panic, like an old house on fire, so she helplessly took out her membership card and threw it at Zhang Wanru.
"Here you go, can I go home and sleep now?"
Zhang Wanru accepted the membership card with a smile, then paid the bill and saw Lin Yueru off.
She returned to the hotel and excitedly sang and danced in the bathroom, as if she had returned to the age of eighteen.
He was humming and singing at the same time:
"La la la, my first love is back."
"He also divorced his wife."
"The deadbeat in my family is in jail! La la la."
"Heaven is helping me! La la la."
Zhang Wanru's heart was completely with Chen Xiaohe, who had returned to China. After taking a shower, she lay in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep, her mind filled with thoughts of her first love, her beloved brother.
At this very moment, in the detention center, Lin Haoran was also lying in bed, unable to fall asleep.
He was lucky today; he only got a beating, but he also only got breakfast—just a bowl of porridge. His fellow inmates were very careful; they wouldn't let him starve, nor would they let him have a full meal.
Because he was so hungry, Lin Haoran drank a lot of water. As soon as he lay down, his stomach started growling loudly.
Long Aotian, on the next bed, cursed, "Lin Haoran, you better take care of your stomach! If you yell again, you can stand up straight!"
Lin Haoran felt extremely aggrieved; he couldn't control his rumbling stomach no matter what he did.
However, he dared not argue with Long Aotian, after all, the other party was too ruthless when he hit people.
Lin Haoran wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, thinking that he would be fine once he fell asleep, but unfortunately, his stomach started rumbling again at that moment.
Long Aotian sprang up from the bed, rushed to Lin Haoran, and kicked him, yelling, "Aren't you fucking annoying?!"
Lin Haoran curled up in pain, pleading, "Boss Long, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."
Long Aotian suffers from rage sleep syndrome. Ignoring Lin Haoran's apology, he went up and slapped him several times in a row.
"You dare disturb my sleep! You dare disturb my sleep!"
Lin Haoran immediately burst into tears: "Boss, I didn't mean to, I'll stand up, I won't sleep anymore, please don't hit me... Waaaaah..."
Lin Haoran felt a sharp pain on his face and scrambled off the bed in a panic.
Feeling unsatisfied, Long Aotian kicked Lin Haoran hard in the buttocks, forcefully kicking him from the bedside to the corner of the wall.
Lin Haoran screamed in pain, but no one stood up to plead for him. Instead, they all watched the show with great interest.
Everyone here has witnessed the darkness of human nature; someone like Lin Haoran would never truly believe he was wrong.
His pleas and admissions of wrongdoing were forced by circumstances; once the situation reverses, he will become even worse.
Therefore, we must take advantage of these few days in jail to teach him a lesson and show him absolutely no mercy.
Lin Haoran huddled in the corner, cold and hungry. He wanted to go back to bed to get his blanket, but then he thought about disturbing Long Aotian, so he gave up the idea.
Finally, Lin Haoran could only hug his arms tightly in despair, bury his head, and weep silently.
He thought of his beloved son, Lin Zhe, who was a ray of light in his life, supporting him through the darkest days.
Lin Haoran also thought of Zhang Wanru, and now he was somewhat hoping that the shrew would come to visit him in the detention center.
It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a thousand years to share a pillow. The two had been husband and wife for over twenty years. Lin Haoran thought that if Zhang Wanru was willing to visit him, and if he could pull some strings to find someone to take care of him in prison, he would remember her kindness.
If Zhang Wanru can seize this opportunity to prove herself, he is willing to turn over a new leaf and continue living with her.
If Zhang Wanru doesn't seize this opportunity, he will definitely trample her underfoot when he makes a comeback.
......
The following morning, Zhang Wanru happily took Lin Yueru's membership card and went to a top-notch beauty studio in Shanghai.
The studio is very large, with three floors. The first floor is for individual customers, the second floor is for regular members, and the third floor is for high-end members like her.
As soon as she entered, she eagerly pulled out her diamond-level membership card and said to the clerk:
"I want your director to serve me personally."
Before the staff could speak, the person who came in called out, "Mom? What are you doing here?"
Zhang Wanru turned around and saw that it was her second daughter, Lin Rou.
Lin Rou didn't look very well, after all, she had just miscarried not long ago, but she looked much better than when I last saw her at home.
The two met here and felt a little awkward. Zhang Wanru said sheepishly, "I have an appointment today, so I came here to get my makeup and hair done."
Lin Rou immediately noticed the membership card in her hand and said to the clerk, "The director will assign it to my mom, and the chief designer will be assigned to me. Put it on my mom's tab."
The sales clerk dared not neglect the diamond members and immediately replied, "Okay, please follow me to the third floor. I will arrange it according to your request."
For the sake of saving face, Zhang Wanru refrained from scolding Lin Rou in front of outsiders. Why should she keep the money on Lin Rou's tab? What a tragedy! Giving birth to such a daughter, who even schemes against her own mother.
The chief designer is very expensive. Although she has nearly a million yuan, Lin Rou also has more than 300,000 yuan. She can pay for it herself. Zhang Wanru became angrier and angrier as she thought about it.
The shop assistant led the two women to a private room and helped them sit down: "Please wait a moment, I'll go arrange for a designer to come over."
As soon as the clerk left, Zhang Wanru said sternly, "You pay for your own share! I've already let you use the membership service, that's more than enough."
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