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Zong Jin sat on the sofa, and not long after, he heard a noise outside the door. He quickly got up and walked to the entrance, where he saw Wen returning from grocery shopping with Zhou Zishuo.
Wen was momentarily taken aback when she spotted Zong Jin at her neighbor's door, then her expression shifted to one of realization. Unable to suppress her laughter, she teased, "Don't tell me that the big spender who chased away my neighbor is you?"
Zong Jin felt a twinge of embarrassment. However, Wen found a rare amusement in this silly guy. On the other hand, Zhou Zishuo was not as pleased; he was simmering with anger inside!
Wen took the opportunity to invite them over, saying, "It’ll take you at least five or six hours to clean up your place. Why not come to my house for lunch?"
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Tong Le and Zong Zeyu stepped out, both carrying large bags. The most eye-catching item was the armored King Crab they had brought.
Tong Le glanced at Wen and then at Zong Jin across the way, piecing together the situation. She turned to Zong Zeyu with a complicated expression and couldn't help but exclaim, "How delightful!"
Zong Zeyu joked, "So whose house are we eating at today? My brother's? Or the Wen family’s?"
Wen chuckled and said, "Alright, enough pretending. Let’s all go to my place!"
The group entered the Wen family home, and from the moment Zhou Zishuo stepped inside, he began to sulk. He slipped away to the bathroom and took out his phone to message his sister Zhou Ting: "When are you coming to our sister's house? I'm about to lose my mind! She agreed to date Zong Jin, and that Zong Jin even lives across from us! I think he’s not good enough for her; when are you coming back? You need to talk some sense into her!"
Zhou Ting replied, "We used to say let her forget about our brother. Now it seems like you can’t let go? Zong Jin is actually a decent guy; at least he has money and can secure our sister's future. He can even open a distillery for her. I’m kind of envious of her."
Zhou Zishuo shot back: "It’s just money! What’s so great about having a lot of it? Rich men always have women around them. He’ll definitely cheat in the future! I’m worried she’ll get hurt!"
Zhou Ting countered: "Rich men cheat; poor men cheat too. I’d rather choose a rich man—at least it won’t be as disgusting when he does."
Zhou Zishuo retorted: "You..."
Zhou Ting interrupted: "What’s wrong with dating? It’s not illegal; it’s not like they’re getting married. Calm down!"
In the kitchen, Wen washed her hands and prepared to cook when Zong Jin stepped forward to stop her. Without saying a word, he gently grasped her shoulders and nudged her toward a chair.
Zong Jin tied on an apron himself and turned to Tong Le, saying, "Tong Le, you direct me! I may not know how to cook, but I can help with other things."
Meanwhile, Zong Zeyu squatted on the floor fiddling with the King Crab, starting to worry about how to cook it—did it need to be boiled?
"Don't worry about it, just pick me up and take a bite. Your teeth are good," Tong Le casually remarked.
Wen chuckled beside them and turned to Zong Jin, "By the way, how much did you spend on renting the apartment across the hall? Also, any updates on Wu Youyou's case? Was it Lan Qingqing who prescribed the medication?"
At that moment, in the Medical Aesthetic Institution.
In the inpatient department, inside a single patient room, Lan Qingqing lay on the bed like a mummy, her body wrapped in white gauze. She lay still, groaning in pain. "It hurts so much! Give me a painkiller! I need a shot!"
A nurse walked around the bed, trying to comfort her. "Didn't we just give you a painkiller? Just hang in there for a bit longer. If we give you another shot now, it could cause complications."
Tears streamed down Lan Qingqing's face as she whimpered, "But I'm in so much pain! I really can't take it anymore! It feels like something is stabbing into my bones! I can't endure this!"
The nurse reassured her, "Just think about how beautiful you'll be once you recover. It'll all be worth it! Hang in there a little longer!"
After the nurse left the room, Lan Qingqing lay on the bed sobbing. Just then, her phone rang; it was Mo Kai Liang.
When she answered, she cried out, "Where are you? Why haven't you come to see me?"
Mo Kai Liang explained, "Lan Qingqing, I've got a big contract to handle. Once I finish this, I'll come see you. I can make a lot of money from this! I just sent you one hundred thousand; please save it for me. Alright, I have to go now; I'm busy here."
After hanging up, Lan Qingqing stared at her phone screen, feeling utterly despondent. Even though there was money in her account now, she felt that living was worse than dying.
In the corridor outside her room, two nurses passed by and overheard Lan Qingqing's wails.
As they walked away, they whispered to each other, "That client named Lan Qingqing really has guts. I heard she's one of the free quota clients—she didn't pay a dime for full-body surgery."
"Yeah, did you know? Our boss injected her with all sorts of things—new products and materials. They say they're high-end alternatives! But when you hear 'alternative,' you know it's cheap stuff meant to flood the market later for profit! And with this free quota? You think it's a good deal? Many of those new products come from unregulated channels—cheap and highly risky! It's easy for things to go wrong!"
"Really? She agreed to that?"
"Why wouldn't she? These days, there are plenty of crazies who want cosmetic procedures without any money! They really think they can become beauties through technical means? The number of failed surgeries increases every year; they only care about those that don’t fail! Besides, that's how this market works—there are always reckless guinea pigs willing to be experimental subjects."
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