Ye Ningwan knew who it was without even turning around.

Madam Pei rushed over and, upon seeing the scene, nearly fainted from fright.

She was both anxious and angry, and no longer cared about the noble status of the eldest wife of the Pei family. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Ye Ningwan by the back of the neck, and pulled her back while slapping her face several times.

"Ye Ningwan, if anything happens to my son, I'll kill your whole family!"

The First Madam's voice was shrill and sharp, like the sound of fingernails scraping across a blackboard.

Ye Ningwan seemed oblivious to the buzzing in her ears, turned around and grinned at the First Madam, revealing eight teeth stained with blood.

She still had one hand gripping Pei Minghao's neck, while the other hand slapped him hard across the face several times, making him cry loudly with blood streaming from his mouth.

"Madam, you hit me the same way I hit your son! Come on, stab me with that knife! If I die, your son won't live either!"

Pei Minghao trembled upon hearing this. He now understood that Ye Ningwan was the real woman!

He roared at the top of his lungs.

"Don't come any closer, Mom! Don't touch her!"

The First Madam was taken aback and didn't know what to do for a moment.

She was genuinely terrified by Ye Ningwan's "we might as well die together" attitude. Her pale lips trembled as she stammered to Ye Ningwan.

"Wanwan, please don't do anything rash. I know you feel wronged marrying Pei Fengzhi, and Minghan has wronged you too, but you can't take your anger out on Minghao! Impulsiveness is the devil, think things through carefully!"

Ye Ningwan grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood.

"Impulsiveness isn't the devil, I am! You think you can just let it go after provoking me? Dream on! Today, I'm going to make Pei Minghao die with me. He's been eyeing me, isn't he? Fine, I don't want to live anymore, so you'll die with me!"

Ye Minghao kicked his legs and wailed loudly.

"I won't do it again, Aunt Jiu, I really won't do it again, you're my aunt!"

Upon hearing this, the First Madam turned pale with fright and tearfully begged Ye Ningwan.

"Wanwan! Minghao is still a child, he doesn't understand! Please let him go, I'm begging you!"

Ye Ningwan almost laughed out loud.

Is Pei Minghao still a child? A 300-month-old giant baby?

Seeing the First Madam pleading with her while crying, Ye Ningwan couldn't help but think of the time she knelt in the snow in January, just because Ye Ruoxin had wrongly accused her of breaking the First Madam's ordinary teacup.

Madam Pei may not care much about a cup, nor may she be unaware that she has been wronged; she simply cannot stand herself.

Ye Ningwan's dark pupils reflected the First Madam's desperate pleas, and a plea of ​​satisfaction welled up in her heart.

She pursed her lips and gave Madam Pei an extremely gentle smile, her crimson lips resembling blood.

"Beg me? Then kneel down!"

The First Madam was stunned, clearly never dreaming that Ye Ningwan would make such an outrageous request.

But with Pei Minghao's cries filling her ears, the First Madam's mind went blank, and she actually knelt down.

"Please, let my son go!"

Ye Ningwan sneered, arrogantly raising the corners of her lips.

"Begging me won't help!"

She suddenly pulled out the Swiss Army knife that had been stuck in the wall and stabbed it fiercely into Pei Minghao's carotid artery.

No! Don't!

Madam Pei only had time to scream.

At the critical moment, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out from the side and grasped Ye Ningwan's slender wrist.

Ye Ningwan's sharp edge gradually dissipated, leaving her unable to move.

A pleasant, deep voice rang in my ears.

"Ye Ningwan, stop."

Ye Ningwan turned around and saw Pei Fengzhi sitting in a wheelchair, who had somehow crossed the crowd and was standing beside her. Behind him stood a tall and handsome young man with a pair of peach blossom eyes that held a secret smile, and even the beauty mark at the corner of his eye seemed to come alive.

He raised his hand and greeted Ye Ningwan.

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

Ye Ningwan pursed her lips, feeling that this was not a good time to greet him, so she remained silent and let Pei Fengzhi hold her hand, take the Swiss Army knife from her palm, and pull her in front of him.

As soon as Ye Ningwan let go, Pei Minghao's head slammed heavily to the ground.

He crawled a long way using both his hands and feet before suddenly throwing himself into the arms of the maid who came to support him, and burst into tears.

Pei Fengzhi ignored him, and simply gently opened Ye Ningwan's hand, lightly brushing over the marks on her palm where she had held a military knife.

"Does it hurt?"

Ye Ningwan thought Pei Fengzhi would at least scold her a few times, but to her surprise, he started by showing concern. She was used to being scolded, and for a moment she was overwhelmed by his gentleness.

Ye Ningwan shook her head.

"It doesn't hurt."

Pei Fengzhi nodded, as if he had accomplished the most important task, before turning his extra gaze to the unconscious Madam Pei and speaking to the housekeeper who helped her up.

"What happened today was provoked by your third young master, so I won't pursue the matter of him harassing Wanwan. If the madam is still angry, then she can come to me after she wakes up."

Pei Fengzhi was clearly sitting in a wheelchair, as weak as a terminally ill patient, yet whenever he was there, an invisible, overwhelming pressure emanated from his body that was impossible to ignore.

The housekeeper nodded, not daring to linger any longer, and immediately led her people to help the First Madam and Pei Minghao flee as if they were escaping.

A group of people came in full force, but fled in disarray. Jiang Yinglin stared at their retreating figures and burst into hearty laughter.

"Sister-in-law, you're amazing! These people are used to being arrogant. You have no idea how they bullied Ninth Master when he was unconscious!"

At this point, Pei Fengzhi glanced at Jiang Yinglin, who immediately dared not mention it again and changed the subject with a smile.

"I've wanted to beat them up for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be so decisive, sister-in-law! From now on, you're my good sister-in-law. If you need anything, just tell me, and I'll do anything for you!"

As Jiang Yinglin spoke, he took out his business card.

Ye Ningwan took it and saw that the business card had the three large characters "Jiang Yinglin" in gold on a black background, with a series of phone numbers in gold cursive below the name. Sure enough, the business card was as flashy as the person.

Seeing Ye Ningwan put away her business card, Jiang Yinglin wanted to say something to her, but an arm reached out and separated the two who were getting closer and closer.

Pei Fengzhi's cold voice rang out.

"Jiang Yinglin, aren't you very busy?"

Jiang Yinglin was stunned and said blankly.

"Huh? I'm not busy. I've put everything off lately..."

Before he could finish speaking, he finally realized what was happening under Pei Fengzhi's warning gaze and immediately changed his words.

"Yes, yes, I'm so busy! I suddenly remembered I still have water boiling at home, so I'll be going now! Goodbye, sister-in-law, I'll leave Ninth Master in your care!"

After saying that, the kid ran off in a flash.

Ye Ningwan remained silent.

"..."

Dude, aren't you being a little too obvious?