Chapter 9 You Can’t Sell Your Flesh!

Sister Huang had just given her a “friend zone” card, then stabbed her heart with a knife.

What’s the saying, “Don’t judge a book by its cover”? It means… her appearance is evil, but her heart is kind?

But she’s just a little overweight, isn’t she?

She’s not ugly, nor evil. How do you respond to that?

Fine, let’s just go with it.

“Ah, Sister Huang, I’m truly a good person. It was just a lack of understanding and communication before. You’ll understand me better in the future, Sister. Would you like to come in and have some food?”

Wen Yanyan moved aside, letting her see the food on the table.

“Wow! Yanzi can cook?”

Huang Shuying’s eyes nearly popped out. Who said this woman was greedy and lazy?

“I can cook a little.”

Wen Yanyan was being modest.

Huang Shuying nodded repeatedly. “Not bad, not bad. I won’t eat. I still have kids at home to look after. Yanzi, I’ll go back now. This chicken… you really don’t want it?”

Huang Shuying looked at the chicken in her arms again.

“Sister Huang, I really don’t want it. Last time…”

Wen Yanyan wanted to explain about the chicken theft incident, but was interrupted.

“Yanzi, don’t mention it. That chicken thing is in the past. Besides, Nantuan is already losing money, and I was momentarily confused and brought it up again. I’m sorry.”

Huang Shuying sincerely apologized.

“It’s okay. The situation at the time was indeed easy to misunderstand.” She showed understanding.

“That’s great. I didn’t expect you to be such a kind and considerate girl, Yanzi. I’ll remember your life-saving grace. I’m going back now. Eat your meal.”

Huang Shuying finally left.

Huh?

She said she’d remember her life-saving grace?

Wen Yanyan blinked.

…

After lunch, she returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed to rest.

Suddenly, her eyes flashed. She noticed a note on her desk.

It wasn’t there before; it appeared later.

Wen Yanyan quickly got up, grabbed the note, and understood after reading the words.

It was a note left by Nan Jue this morning.

He said he was on a mission, his return date was uncertain, and hoped she wouldn’t go to headquarters to look for him again. The leaders were busy, and she shouldn’t cause them trouble.

Huh?

He came back and left again?

Wen Yanyan carefully examined the room and found no other trace besides the note on the desk.

Her mood was a little low. She was alone again.

In her past life, she had lived alone abroad for three years. She thought that after returning to China, she would reunite with her parents and enjoy family happiness.

Unexpectedly, an accident happened, bringing her here, and now she was still alone.

Speaking of which, Nan Jue was the only person she could consider a relative in this unfamiliar era, because legally, they were husband and wife.

Although they hadn’t consummated the marriage, they were still husband and wife. She didn’t feel much, but knowing he had gone out again, it felt like something was missing.

His return date was uncertain, meaning he didn’t know when he would be back, it might be a long time.

He had indeed gone on a mission again, her guess yesterday was correct.

Even though she guessed right, she didn’t feel a bit triumphant. She thought she should find something to do during this time, otherwise, the next few days would be agonizing.

She needed to continue making money; the three yuan from selling her hair was already gone.

However, in this era and location, she couldn’t find a place to get surgery.

Even if there was, no one would dare let her do it.

Sigh, since she couldn’t make big money, she should at least make some small money to spend.

Tomorrow… what should she sell?

Wen Yanyan looked down at herself. It seemed that besides this fat body, she had nothing valuable.

You can’t sell your flesh! That’s ridiculous.

Right, she could go to the mountain. There were inexhaustible mountain products. She could collect them and sell them, becoming a transporter of nature’s bounty!

But she could only go tomorrow because she had important business in the afternoon: to settle the score with Zhang Meimei, that green tea bitch.

If she didn’t teach her a lesson today, it would be a disservice to her, a versatile talent from the new century!

Wen Yanyan gritted her teeth, she had been simmering with anger for a long time.

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Headquarters infirmary.

Zhang Meimei, in a white coat, had just finished examining a new recruit and had nothing to do.

She took out yarn and needles from her military bag and was knitting a scarf, completely engrossed.

Wen Yanyan suddenly appeared at the door because the infirmary door was always open.