After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

Shen Ruo jumped out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and took out clothes one by one, ready to take pictures.

"This one, this one, this one... wow, so little fabric, can I really wear this out?"

She took photos while complaining, her phone flash clicking incessantly.

When she took a picture of a black lace slip dress, Shen Ruo's lips twitched violently, and she almost threw the dress away.

"This thing..."

She was carrying two thin straps, and the front of the fabric only covered two small areas of her vital parts. The deep V-neck went all the way up to her navel, and the back was exposed all the way down to her waist.

"Original owner, were you going to participate in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show?"

She grumbled as she spread out her skirt to take pictures, only to suddenly notice the price tag still hanging from the neckline.

"??"

She turned it over and saw that the label was brand new, without even a crease.

Then flip through the others

All the clothes, all the clothes she thought the original owner had worn out, had their tags intact.

She opened Taobao's image search function and searched for the prices of these brands.

The cheapest is over four hundred.

The most expensive is over two thousand.

Shen Ruo almost coughed up blood.

So, the original owner's four-figure balance was what was left over after buying all of this?

Moreover, they only buy them but never wear them.

I bought it and hung it in the wardrobe as a keepsake.

What picture?

A collector's obsession?

Or is it simply a case of having too much money to burn?

"What a waste of money, such a waste of money!"

Shen Ruo beat her chest and stamped her feet, her heart aching so much that it hurt.

These clothes add up to at least ten or twenty thousand yuan, enough for her to live on for a long time.

She continued rummaging through the items angrily, and when she reached the shoe cabinet, she became even angrier.

She picked up a pair of red stilettos, the soles of which were as clean as new.

Then I picked up a pair of black peep-toe shoes; the protective film on the heels was still on.

Shen Ruo took a deep breath and pulled out all the shoes she had never worn.

half.

Half of it was never worn.

"Original owner, oh original owner..."

She gritted her teeth, "Were you a centipede in your past life? Buying so many shoes and not wearing them, just to breed?"

In a fit of anger, she also took pictures of the shoes she had never worn and listed them all on a second-hand platform.

The title is incredibly catchy.

Brand new, tags still attached, hot mini skirt, just the right amount of revealing, perfect for those who don't want to stand out, a steal!

[Just tried on. Red stilettos, 10cm heel, makes legs look 1.8 meters long. Perfect for dates.]

[Fishnet stockings, wrong size, brand new and unopened, a must-have for hot girls, only those who know.]

Shen Ruo felt a pang of heartache as she wrote.

This piece of junk is ridiculously expensive when you buy it, but you can get it for a huge discount when you sell it.

But there's no other way; recovering my losses is the priority.

She's penniless now, and if she doesn't sell something to soothe her wounded heart, she'll have a hard time healing.

After hanging up the last pair of shoes, Shen Ruo looked at the empty wardrobe and suddenly felt troubled.

She sold it, but what was she wearing?

All that's left in the closet is that white knee-length dress and the only set of sportswear.

We can't just have them take turns working, can we?

She opened a flagship store, looked around, and compared prices repeatedly.

Finally, I reluctantly spent 238 yuan to buy two sets of clothes to change into.

One outfit consisted of a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, while the other was an apricot-colored knit sweater and beige wide-leg pants.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and spent a huge sum of money—ninety-nine yuan—to buy a pair of brown canvas shoes.

As for why I bought the brown one?

Dirt resistant.

She looked at the balance and felt like crying.

The remaining money should be enough to last until payday, maybe, perhaps?

Shen Ruo started counting down the days until she got her paycheck.

There are still 23 days until payday.

She collapsed onto the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a wail.

"I'm so poor, so poor, so poor!"

In the next room.

Qi Wenshen lay in the bathtub, the water level above his chest, the steam blurring his cold, handsome features.

He closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

I performed six surgeries in one night.

One after another, like a never-ending marathon.

It would be a lie to say I'm not tired.

His muscles are aching all over, and all he wants to do is take a hot bath and then go to sleep.

When my mind goes blank.

Suddenly, a face flashed by.

My cousin just moved in a few days ago.

She ate wontons with her cheeks puffed out, her eyes shining like stars.

She glared at him angrily, but dared not utter a sound.

She stole a glance at him, but when she was caught, she hurriedly lowered her head.

And that afternoon.

In the hospital corridor, she bumped into his arms.

The impact on my chest, that sensation…

Qi Wenshen suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt inexplicably irritable.

They must be too tired.

I'm so tired I'm hallucinating.

When you're so tired that your mind is foggy, you start thinking about all sorts of random things.

He stood up abruptly, water droplets sliding down his chest, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles, and disappearing into the edge of the towel. He strode out of the bathroom.

In the mirror, his face was slightly red from the steam.

Qi Wenshen stared at himself in the mirror for three seconds.

Then I looked away and went to the bedroom.

"He's gone mad."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

He must be crazy.

That's why I had such strange thoughts about a female cousin.

The next day, Shen Ruo woke up with dark circles under her eyes.

She had insomnia last night.

It's not due to internal heat.

It's because of counting money.

She was anxious because of her low bank balance. The more anxious she became, the more clear-headed she became. In the end, she simply got up and optimized the links on the second-hand platform again.

Price reduction, price reduction for everything.

She felt a pang of heartache as she changed the price, as if she were cutting off her own flesh.

After the price was changed, there was still no response from the backend.

Shen Ruo stared at the second-hand platform's page, her eyes almost turning into cross-eyed stares.

"Even with such a low price, nobody's buying?"

She was so frustrated that she pounded the bed.

Are buyers this picky these days?

She kept refreshing the page, relentlessly, until her phone battery dropped to 10% before finally giving up.

"Never mind, let it be."

She put down her phone and collapsed onto the bed.

"Ruoruo, get up and eat."

It was Shen Yulan's voice, gentle as a spring breeze.

"You're here, Auntie."

She stretched and opened the door, only to see Shen Yulan standing there.

"Why do you look so listless? Didn't you sleep well?"

Shen Ruo scratched her hair. "A little."

"That's how it is when you first start working. Your cousin was like that too."

Shen Ruo asked in surprise, "I was just saying something was missing?"

Her cousin, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, was nowhere to be seen.

"Auntie, where's my cousin?"

"Wen Shen was urgently recalled to the hospital."

Shen Yulan said with a smile, "They said there's a major surgery coming up."

Shen Ruo let out a silent wail.

I have to squeeze onto that horrible subway again.

It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality.

Just a couple of days ago, her cousin Qi Wenshen even drove her around and served her shrimp wontons. She had almost forgotten what it was like to squeeze onto the subway.

Now that she's back to square one, she's actually a little unaccustomed to it.

"Shen Ruo, you've fallen."

She patted her face. "You used to be a brave soul, squeezing onto subways and buses. Now, after just two days of enjoying a private car, you can't go back?"

She still had to force a smile, "Oh, okay, Auntie, I understand."

Shen Yulan looked at her listless appearance and her eyes darted around.

"Ruoruo, do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes, I have."

Shen Ruo was stunned for a moment.

When she transmigrated, the original owner had a driver's license in her memories, but she had never driven one, mainly because she didn't have the money to buy one.

But she knows how to drive, yet she still doesn't have the money to buy one.