After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Chapter 1858 Are you sure you don't want to cut it short?

"Oh my god, the car can't get in at all, what should we do?" Fu Qin looked at Zhang Ran, who was driving, with a worried expression. "Your car is parked here, will it get stolen?"

Zhang Ran looked out the car window: "It's okay, I'll park in front of the police station." Actually, it's not a big deal if I get robbed; at worst, the thief will pay with their life.

"Great idea, let's park it in front of the police station and see who dares to steal it."

Zhang Ran drove around the streets. Although it was a town, it was so backward that there wasn't even a traffic light. Cars were parked haphazardly, the roads were narrow and congested, vendors occupied the roads at will, and the shops on the street were dilapidated.

The road was mostly filled with motorcycles and bicycles, with very few people driving. So when they saw Zhang Ran and her group drive by, many people craned their necks to look, and when they saw that it was a female driver, they widened their eyes and thought they were hallucinating.

After all, most men believe that women can't afford cars.

She relied on her parents to support her before marriage, her husband after marriage, and her son in her old age. She's a parasite her whole life, good-for-nothing, and would never be able to afford a car. If she can afford a car and a house, it's because she slept with them.

They forgot that rich people can also have daughters, and they forgot that women can also succeed in starting businesses and achieving great things.

Zhang Ran parked the car directly in front of the only police station in town, took the suitcase out of the trunk, and locked the car door.

Fu Qin, pulling her suitcase, looked at the dilapidated and small police station, then silently glanced at the car parked next to her, and said to Zhang Ran with concern, "I'm still worried. I just asked around in town, and the place where I'm teaching is hundreds of miles away by mountain roads. Why don't you call someone to drive the car home?"

"If we leave it here, we probably won't even see the tires when we come back." It's too backward and dilapidated. There aren't even any new buildings in sight. All we can see are dilapidated, low-lying tile-roofed houses. Occasionally, we see a building, but the exterior hasn't even been painted white.

Seeing her genuine concern, Zhang Ran agreed.

He took out his phone, checked it, and, confirming there was a signal, dialed Qiu Yu's number, asking her to send a bodyguard to drive the car back.

After making the call, I took a picture of the car and the police station and sent it to them, so that the bodyguards sent by Qiu Yu wouldn't have trouble finding where the car was parked.

He put away his phone and looked at Fu Qin: "Let's go, we must get to the village where we're teaching before dark."

The two of them were walking down the street with their suitcases. When they passed a small barbershop, Zhang Ran stopped and turned to Fu Qin. "The place we're going to teach in is far from town. There probably isn't a barbershop in the village, and we probably won't be able to get a haircut for a long time. Why don't we go in and get a haircut?"

Fu Qin: "You can get it done, I don't need it." She went to the hair salon to get her hair done before the start of the semester.

Zhang Ran watched as her waist-length straight hair cascaded down her back, flowing gracefully as she walked, attracting frequent glances from passersby. She gave her a meaningful reminder: "It'll be hard to manage hair this long. Are you sure you don't want to cut it short?"

Fu Qin has always kept her hair long since she was a child. Her parents always said that she looked good with her hair long, and her classmates also praised her for her good hair quality. They said they would definitely ask her to film a shampoo commercial when she grew up. So she resolutely shook her head and refused Zhang Ran, "No, I like long hair."

She noticed that Zhang Ran's ponytail was very short, only reaching her shoulders when it was down. Wouldn't it be impossible to tie it up again if she cut it any shorter? So she kindly reminded her, "Your hair is already very short. If you cut it any shorter, you won't be able to tie it up."

"That's exactly what I want—it can't be tied up." Zhang Ran decisively pulled her suitcase and walked into the hair salon.