Lu Zhicheng was about to throw away the rag in his hand because he couldn't hold his breath anymore.

Pei Anan had already opened the door a crack in panic.

"Sister, sister, why did you let Zhicheng mop the floor? Let me do it. How could Zhicheng do such a thing? He has never done it before."

Pei Anan ran out in such a hurry that he didn't even wear shoes.

Pei Qinghuan frowned slightly when he saw her rushing around. "An An, don't run out like this. You just had a fever..."

"It's okay, sister. I'm feeling better now after taking the medicine. It's okay. Let me do it. Zhicheng, a grown man, how can he mop the floor?"

Pei Anan took the rag from Lu Zhicheng and looked up at Pei Qinghuan cautiously, "Sister, don't talk about Zhicheng. Zhicheng is a grown man after all. He doesn't understand these things."

Pei Anan was protective of him, so Lu Zhicheng snorted, "You didn't even know to come out earlier, and you were so slow to take the medicine. I said it was just a fever, nothing serious."

Pei Anan forced a smile at Lu Zhicheng and reached out to get the rag.

The next second, Pei Qinghuan grabbed the rag and said, "Forget it, An An, you are sick, don't touch these."

Pei Anan looked at her with a smile, "Sister, you are so mean, I am not that delicate, give it to me."

Pei Qinghuan couldn't resist, so she watched her sister take the rag and lifted up her sleeves.

Pei Qinghuan lowered his head and was about to help when he suddenly noticed a bruise on Pei Anan's hand.

"An An, what's going on here..."

"Oh, I bumped into this place while doing chores the other day."

Pei Anan's face stiffened a bit, and then he quickly put down his sleeves, as if he didn't want Pei Qinghuan to see the marks on them clearly.

Lu Zhicheng's face also looked a little unnatural. "Yes, I bumped into her. An An is such a careless person. She's so slow in doing things. She even bumped into me while doing housework. Really, it's troublesome to keep a woman."

Pei Qinghuan frowned and wanted to lower his head to take a closer look. Pei Anan suddenly put down the basin and looked at Pei Qinghuan with a smile, "Sister, don't talk about me. Is there something you want to do today?"

"Yes, I forgot to mention that I have to meet my elders this weekend. My husband's parents will be coming. You and your brother-in-law should come too. We can all meet and have a meal together."

Lu Zhicheng was usually always scolded by his sister-in-law, but now he couldn't help but feel a little proud. His job was already pretty good, so he naturally felt superior. "Meet my brother-in-law. What's his job? Maybe I can help."

Pei Qinghuan said vaguely, "We'll know about the work in the construction industry when the time comes."

"Okay, okay sister, I get it. I will definitely go there when the time comes. Don't worry."

Pei Anan looked at Pei Qinghuan's expression and guessed that her brother-in-law's job might not be very good. She was afraid that her sister would be embarrassed, so she interrupted them.

"Sister, it's getting late. I just took some medicine and I feel much better. You should go back soon."

Pei Qinghuan glanced at the time and said, "Okay, I'll go back first."

"An'an, you must have a good rest and stop doing these tasks. You have a fever today. Lu Zhicheng, you must take good care of An'an."

Lu Zhicheng was full of thoughts about sending Pei Qinghuan away quickly, and said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of An An."

Pei Qinghuan wanted to say a few more words, but seeing that Pei Anan was already a little impatient, she had no choice but to bring the fruit that was delivered to her door to Pei Anan.

"I'm leaving, An An, have a good rest."

The door was closed.

Pei Anan finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching Pei Qinghuan leave. She carefully lifted her sleeves, revealing her arms covered in purple scars.

That was last night. Lu Zhicheng was drunk and hit her with a clothesline. Because he hit her so hard, when she got up just now, she found that there were two broken clotheslines on the ground.

Her hands used to be slender and beautiful, and her peers would praise her for not becoming a hand model. But now her hands are rough and covered with calluses.

Before she could come to her senses, Lu Zhicheng had already urged her impatiently, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and wipe the floor. You didn't get up all morning, and there's no one to cook for us. Do you want my mother to serve you?"

Pei Anan was actually still a little dizzy, and her heart felt dry when she heard this, "Zhicheng, don't you have anything to say to me? You drank last night..."

How could Lu Zhicheng not know what she wanted to say.

Even though the man had been drinking, he knew exactly what had happened. Alcohol was not an amnesiac. He knew that he almost beat Pei Anan half to death last night.

But as long as Pei Anan didn't point it out, Lu Zhicheng could pretend to be stupid and pretend not to know.

He touched his nose and lied with his eyes open.

"What did you say?! My head still hurts from drinking. I forgot everything. Don't ask me! I'm going back to sleep. Your sister just came and scolded me, and you don't even reflect on yourself!"

Before Lu Zhicheng went back to his room, cursing, he added, "Next time, don't beat around the bush and ask your sister to come home! This doesn't feel like home! You're telling outsiders about our family affairs. You're such a loud speaker!"

Lu Zhicheng said as he slammed the door.

He snorted coldly behind the door and put all the blame on Pei Anan.