I've been reborn, but you still think I'm a PUA?

In the hospital's outdoor parking lot, the man in a suit opened the door of a car and got in.

"Is the problem resolved?" Zhao Kang asked in the back seat.

The man in the suit nodded and took out a settlement agreement signed by Yang Lu. "I personally saw Miss Yang call the police station to settle the matter. Don't worry, Mr. Zhao."

"very good."

Zhao Kang smiled, but his smile was weak and there was a faint dark shadow under his eyes.

They stayed up very late last night, but Zhou Yuan got up early in the morning to work, so he had to get up too. Fortunately, the current issues were easy to solve.

"By the way, have you found out about Yang Lu's rich boyfriend?"

"I've found out. This guy is a wealthy second-generation from out of town. His family assets are worth tens of millions at most. His luxury cars and villas are all rented. Besides Yang Lu, he has several girlfriends in Jianghai City. What does Mr. Zhao need me to do?"

It turns out he is just a playboy who is trying to show off his wealth.

A trace of disdain flashed across Zhao Kang's eyes. Could it be that Yang Lu really thought she had met the golden bachelor?

However, no matter whether it is real gold or fake gold, he cannot let Yang Lu get it. Otherwise, what if one day Yang Lu finds a backer and hates him?

"Call this rich kid and tell him that Yang Lu knows an AIDS patient. If he doesn't want to get sick, he should immediately cut ties with Yang Lu!"

"I understand." The man in the suit picked up the phone.

A few minutes later, the car left the hospital, merged into traffic, and headed towards the beauty center.

At this moment, upstairs, "Help me get discharged from the hospital, quickly!"

Yang Lu got out of bed despite the nurse's advice. She was uneasy because she couldn't get through to her boyfriend on the phone.

She had to return to the villa, wait for the young man to come home and cry to him, and hurry up to get the marriage certificate to avoid any more trouble.

"But Miss, your current health is really not suitable for discharge..."

The two nurses took turns to persuade Yang Lu, but neither could do anything.

Until the phone on the bedside table rang.

Yang Lu's eyes lit up when she heard the music. This music was the ringtone she had set for her boyfriend. Her boyfriend had finally called her. She picked up the phone without hesitation: "Honey, why are you calling me now?"

"Don't call me dear!" An angry voice came from the other end of the phone: "Disgusting woman, didn't you say your circle was clean? Turns out you've been in contact with AIDS patients. Are you so fucking tired of living that you even dare to lie to me?"

"Bitch, I'm telling you for the last time, you're broken up with!"

"beep--"

The angry scolding ended with only a busy tone. The young man hung up the phone without even giving Yang Lu a chance to speak.

The swift lightning struck Yang Lu, and her legs went weak as she fell to the ground, clutching her phone, bewildered. "No, it's not like that..."

Beauty center.

"Mrs. Ning is here!"

As soon as Zhou Lan stepped into the beauty salon, the young receptionist showed her a standard eight-tooth smile and nodded in welcome.

As soon as she raised her hand, a waiter came forward, took her bag and coat, and put them in the VIP storage area. The manager who received the notification also came up:

"Mrs. Ning, you're finally here. I've saved the skin tightening treatment you ordered over the phone. Would you like to try it this time?"

The manager is also a woman with a beautiful face and smooth skin.

"Yes, let's do this project." Zhou Lan took a look and felt envious. What a youthful skin condition! Even if she spent more money, she could not compare with the female manager.

"Okay." The manager smiled, a gleam in his eyes. "We'll get ready right away. Mrs. Ning, please sit in the VIP room for a while."

Pushing open the door of the VIP room and entering, Zhou Lan discovered that there was a woman inside.

But this woman is too fat, like a blown-up balloon.

She sat down on the edge of the sofa without any intention of talking.

The fat woman suddenly said, "You must be Ning Zhiyuan's wife, Zhou Lan."

"Who are you and how do you know me?"

The fat woman came over and held out her hand in front of Zhou Lan. "Excuse me, I'm Zhou Yuan, the top investment consultant of Juqing Group."

Juqing Group?

Zhou Lan stood up in surprise. "It's Consultant Zhou. What can I do for you?"

"It's nothing, Mrs. Ning, don't be surprised. I just want to ask, how do you manage to look so young? I thought you were only 28 or 29?" A dark light flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes, which were squeezed into a slit by flesh.

"Me?" Zhou Lan smiled bitterly. "I'm almost forty, how can I be as young as you say!"

She has been a VIP customer of the beauty salon for so many years, how could she not tell whether it was a sincere compliment or a polite flattery.

Zhou Yuan shook her head: "You're being modest. You just look younger than others. That's the advantage of not having children!"

Hearing this, Zhou Lan's expression froze, but the voice in her ear continued, long and lingering, like a witch's spell:

"Mrs. Ning is very far-sighted. She had an abortion when she was pregnant six years ago. She never experienced the pain of childbirth and still managed to stay young and beautiful. It's not easy for you to achieve this. Even I envy you. But I can't do that. I think when people reach a certain age, they must have their own children. Otherwise, what will they do when they are old?"

Zhou Yuan forced a smile, and her eyes, which were as small as a crack in a door, were squeezed even narrower, leaving only her nose and mouth, and an ugly, mocking smile on her face.

Zhou Lan was immediately displeased, but due to Zhou Yuan's status as a consultant for the Juqing Group, she couldn't get angry. She said coldly, "What exactly do you want to say, Consultant Zhou?"

Not many people knew that she had been pregnant and had an abortion, but Zhou Yuan dug it up and talked about it. Isn't that sarcasm?

Besides being unhappy, she also felt a little heartbroken.

If it weren't for the last resort, which woman would be willing to abort the baby in her belly?

Zhou Yuan's face also turned cold, and the fat pulled the corners of her mouth downward. "Mrs. Ning, don't be angry. Anger makes you age. As a woman, I can't bear to see you like this. I just want to ask, doesn't Mrs. Ning want a child born from her belly?"

"What do you want to say!" Zhou Lan stared at Zhou Yuan, and her hands on her knees clenched into fists at some point!

"Hasn't what I said been direct enough?" Zhou Yuan continued, "It's very difficult for women to get pregnant after they turn 40. If Mrs. Ning doesn't seize this last chance, you'll never hear anyone call you "Mom" again!"

"That's easy for you to say. So what if I'm pregnant? Ning Zhiyuan won't allow me to have a child. You don't understand anything. Stop lobbying here!"

Zhou Lan gritted her teeth and said that she couldn't stay any longer, so she stood up and was about to leave.

"Ning Zhiyuan wouldn't allow it, but Juqing Group asked Ning Zhiyuan to allow it. So you won't give birth to this child?" Zhou Yuan suddenly raised her voice!

Zhou Lan's body trembled, and she turned her head stiffly, a hopeful light flashing in her eyes:

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, Juqing Group has the ability to change the dynasty of Anning Real Estate. Do you want to help?"