Zhao Ruoxue thought about it all night and came to the conclusion that Song Xijiao was just trying to scare her, so she didn't take Song Xijiao's words to heart. The more miserable her life was, the happier she was.

"Song Xijiao, if... you can persuade Pei Zhiting to marry me, I can consider letting you go, and you won't have to suffer here."

"Zhao Ruoxue, are you okay?"

"you……"

"There are so many single men in the entire capital, and you're not bad looking, but you're fixated on Pei Zhiting. He's so rich he owns the entire planet! Or so handsome he's infuriating! What do you want from him?"

"I……"

What did she want from Pei Zhiting? She wanted Pei Zhiting to be rich and powerful, she wanted President Pei Zhiting to be handsome, she wanted to become Mrs. Pei, the most distinguished woman in the capital.

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She was just jealous of Song Xijiao and wanted to steal Song Xijiao's things.

"You...you are making excuses."

Zhao Ruoxue stood up from her chair and pointed at Song Xijiao. Her face flushed with anger and her chest heaved up and down.

She was clearly trapped in a cage and in a miserable state, but she still had an innate pride.

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Although Doudou was young, she knew that her mother was in trouble. When she woke up in the morning, she did not cry or make a fuss, but obediently followed Li Zhenjun to the Pei family's old house.

"Grandpa, Doudou is here to see you."

Doudou let go of Li Zhenyun's hand and ran towards Pei Zhonghuan with his calves.

His cloudy eyes flashed with light the moment he saw Doudou. He put away the pain in his eyes, replaced it with a loving smile, stretched out his hands, and held Doudou in his arms.

"Doudou, my dear grandson."

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Song Hua went to the kitchen to pick up a kitchen knife, but Chen Yun was quick to stop her, snatched the kitchen knife from her hand, and pressed her on the sofa, thus avoiding a bloody incident.

"I'm going to chop that bastard Zhao Hairong into pieces, please let me go."

"Calm down. Even if you want to kill him, you have to wait until Jiaojiao comes out! You'll feel good if you go now, but have you ever thought about Jiaojiao? What will happen to her in the future? She still has Doudou to take care of."

Chen Yao silently hid the fruit knife in the fruit basket, and silently gave her mother a thumbs up in her heart. She was really worthy of being her biological mother, such a woman.

The family sat on the sofa, all with anger and varying degrees of hatred on their faces, but they had to endure it. They had to wait for Song Xijiao to come out.

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Zhao Hairong hadn't slept all night. His eyes were dark and his face was pale without a trace of blood. He looked like he had aged ten years.

Tian Xiu'e died, and he was not happy. He sat on the chair in the study, staring at Tian Xiu'e's portrait with dull eyes, his heart full of regret and self-blame.

Can……

"Pah~"

Zhao Hairong slapped Lin Qingrou in the face.

"I have never seen a woman more vicious than you."

Lin Qingrou pointed at Zhao Hairong and accused:

"I... I'm vicious, Zhao Hairong. Ask yourself, how have I ever wronged you?"

"You're playing both sides. You're hanging on to me while you're looking for Song Hua. You're enjoying the Song family's support while you're also resenting their control over you. You promised to marry me while you're having an affair with another woman. You've made me a laughing stock in the entire capital."

"I……"

"Zhao Hairong, remember, everything you have today is given by me. I can give you, but I can also destroy it."

"Arou, if you ruin me, you will also ruin you. Some things are better not to be exposed in public."

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Pei Zhiting came out of the police station and returned to the old house. Doudou saw Pei Zhiting and stretched out his hands to him. Pei Zhiting's heart softened and he reached out and hugged Doudou in his arms.

"Dad, why didn't Mom come back with you?"

"Mom...Mom is busy with work and doesn't have time to visit Doudou."

"Dad, put me down."

Doudou put his arms around Pei Zhiting's neck, leaned close to his ear, and whispered:

"Dad, I'll tell you a secret. I know how to make Mom happy. Every time I kiss her, she smiles. If you kiss her, she won't be angry. I'm a child, I know everything. You don't know, so you're just ashamed."

Pei Zhiting hugged Doudou and looked at Doudou's innocent eyes. The guilt in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He squatted down and reached out to hug Doudou in his arms.

"Doudou, I'm sorry."

"Dad, why do you have to say sorry?"

Doudou stretched out his little hand and imitated Song Xijiao, gently patting Pei Zhiting's back in his childish voice with a hint of confusion.

He felt sorry for many things, but he didn't know where to start.

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After Zhao Ruoxue came out of the police station, she returned to Zhao's house. When Zhao Hairong saw Zhao Ruoxue, he stood up from the sofa, walked quickly to Zhao Ruoxue, raised his hand, and slapped Zhao Ruoxue in the face.

"Pah~"

Zhao Ruoxue's head tilted when she was hit, and five finger marks instantly appeared on her face, which showed how much strength Zhao Hairong used.

"Dad, you hit me."

Zhao Ruoxue covered her beaten face, turned around, and looked at Zhao Hairong in disbelief.

After Zhao Hairong finished beating Zhao Ruoxue, he realized that he had hit Zhao Ruoxue. He looked at his raised palm, he... he didn't want to hit Zhao Ruoxue, but when he thought of Tian Xiu'e's death, he couldn't control himself.

"Ruoxue, I..."

He wanted to say he didn't mean it, but when the words came out, they turned into accusations:

"Look at what you've done."

Zhao Ruoxue was raised in the palm of Zhao Hairong's hand since she was a child. He was reluctant to even scold her, let alone hit her. She covered her face with her hands in grievance, tears welling up in her eyes.

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