Meng Jingfen's heart ached for a while.
But she no longer wanted to die.
As long as she lived, anything was possible; she was still young, she still had charm, and she had a chance to turn her life around.
Meng Jingfen thickened her skin and sought out Meng Yajun.
Meng Yajun pitied her and invited her into his small villa this time.
His tone, however, remained cold, "Go on, what do you want?"
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Meng Jingfen said, "I want to get a fake identity and find a job somewhere. I can't do it on my own, so I hope you can help me. Don't worry, I'll pay for the related costs."
Meng Yajun looked at Meng Jingfen, who had straightened her long curly hair to a neat bob, as if she had become a different person, and responded, "I'll help you. It shouldn't cost much; I'll cover it for you."
"Okay, thank you, Yajun. I'll try not to trouble you in the future."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, but you can still come to me if you really need anything."
