Chapter 60 "Pei Yanli, emphasize this again." ...
Someone has to take on this responsibility.
Liu Yishou is the best choice.
They had argued outside the detention center, and Liu Yishou even threatened to make things difficult for Pei Hengzhi and kill him, which was perfectly reasonable.
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After a night of torrential rain.
The hashtag "Young Master Pei beaten unconscious" instantly topped the trending search list. The assailant was quickly arrested, but he was a complete hoodlum with no connection to the case.
How did Young Master Pei get involved with a thug?
Not long after, the media released footage of the two arguing outside the detention center.
Some say the thug didn't get paid for doing a favor for the young master; others say the young master abused his power, and the thug was pushed to the limit; still others go so far as to speculate that the two were having an affair and their relationship broke down for some reason...
Opinions vary.
The internet was abuzz with this for several days.
Some media outlets also dug deeper, mentioning a recent commotion at the hospital, but as soon as it surfaced, Pei Yanli ordered it to be suppressed, preventing Luo Yunqing from getting involved in the matter in the slightest.
“This time, Liu Yishou won’t be getting out of here.” Chen Zhao paused the video and took out a medical report on Pei Hengzhi’s injuries: “Three wounds on the back of the head. The landlady hit him twice, and the last one was from him.”
That night, Chen Zhao was responsible for covering the rear. He drove away from the car parked across the street by the landlady and saw with his own eyes Liu Yishou, who arrived half an hour later, also carrying a steel rod.
It's not unfair to make him take the blame.
Pei Yanli glanced at the report briefly and asked in a deep voice, "How is Pei Hengzhi now?"
“The central nervous system is damaged.” Chen Zhao thought carefully about what he had overheard at the hospital. “Although he was saved, his language and physical systems are ruined, and he can’t recognize people now.”
After all, it damaged his brain.
"The First Madam vented all her anger on Liu Yishou."
The study remained silent for a long time after Chen Zhao finished speaking.
Pei Yanli finally sighed deeply, saying "That's good," but there was no joy on her face.
“Boss.” Chen Zhao’s relationship with him and Pei Hengzhi was different; they were not related by blood. From an outsider’s perspective, objectively speaking, “If he hadn’t had those thoughts, things wouldn’t have come to this. He has only himself to blame and can’t blame anyone else.”
Using someone else's hand, he harmed the boss with reed fluff, causing his lungs to not fully recover to this day. He also bought photos of the boss's wife with a high fever, attempting to smear him by saying he used the boss's wife to save his life. And this time, he kidnapped the child and forced the boss's wife to see him and take care of him when he changed his medicine...
Chen Zhao didn't know what else he had done, but to make the landlady show such overwhelming hatred, it must have been no less than the extent to which he had nearly caused the boss's death.
"I know."
Pei Yanli knew all this. It wasn't that he was overly sympathetic; he was just lamenting how things had come to this point, beyond repair.
"No matter what, it's good to be alive."
At least if he's alive, Xiao Luo won't have to bear the burden of a life.
Chen Zhao nodded, then changed the subject: "How is the boss's wife doing now?"
"You're not feeling well," Pei Yanli sighed softly.
Since that night, I could sense his fear. When I woke up at night, I found him clutching my clothes tightly. He would wake up and ask me where I was if I moved.
He thought that Xiao Luo was probably afraid that he would hate him because of this, or perhaps... because of that "accomplice" label.
Since we chose to do this after he left, the purpose was to prevent him from seeing it and getting involved in the matter.
But he still got involved.
There was no way he could ignore her; she was his wife. How could he just turn a blind eye to her like he did to other things?
He has to take on the responsibilities of a husband and stand on the same side as him.
“I think it will clear up in the next couple of days.” Pei Yanli quickly thought of someone who could cheer him up, and turned to instruct Chen Zhao: “Get ready, Xiaoyu should be discharged from the hospital soon.”
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In the two weeks since her kidney transplant, Xiaoyu has recovered very well, her kidney function is normal, there has been no rejection reaction, and no infectious complications.
The attending physician prescribed a bunch of medications and listed a long list of precautions: "You can be discharged, but you need to come back for regular check-ups every month. You can't run or do any strenuous exercise for almost a year after the surgery, and you also need to pay close attention to your diet..."
After repeated instructions, discharge was approved.
Bathed in the warm spring sunshine, Xiaoyu followed Luo Yunqing to the Four Seasons Cloud Top.
As soon as the door opened, a banner came into view: Welcome Qu Qingyu home.
The stairs were decorated with colorful balloons, and the coffee table and sofa were piled with his favorite toy cars, picture books, paintbrushes, and sketchbooks.
"Wow!" Xiaoyu covered her face, her mouth agape in shock.
Pei Yanli came over with a toy car gift box, slowly squatted down and asked, "Do you like it?"
"I like it." Xiaoyu glanced at her mother-in-law who had come with her, and seeing her nod, she accepted the gift. "Thank you, Brother Ali!"
Pei Yanli patted his head, then stood up and introduced the two caregivers beside him: one was responsible for his daily meals, and the other was responsible for his washing and daily life.
“The doctor recommended it,” Pei Yanli explained to Dean Qu. “They have many years of experience, specializing in taking care of children, and the previous reviews have all been very good.”
He arranged it personally, and Dean Qu's only concern was, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."
“We’re all family.” Pei Yanli then walked to Luo Yunqing’s side and put her arm around his shoulder. “It’s usually just me and Xiao Luo here, so it’s nice to have some liveliness.”
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I stayed there for the entire afternoon.
After dinner, Dean Qu gave a few words of advice and left with peace of mind.
After seeing her mother-in-law off, Luo Yunqing played with Xiaoyu for a while longer. At eight o'clock sharp, she called the caregiver to help him wash up and go to bed early, then turned and went back to her study.
"Brother Ali." Xiaoyu blinked twice as she looked at the retreating figure, then turned to Pei Yanli and asked, "Brother, are you in a bad mood?"
“Yes.” Pei Yanli put down her book and sat down beside him. “Brother is in a bad mood. Is there any way to cheer him up?”
"Why are you asking me about something like this?" Xiaoyu asked, puzzled.
Did he ask the wrong person?
Pei Yanli pursed her lips and leaned closer: "Because Xiaoyu is the most important person to you, brother."
Most importantly! Hehe!
Xiaoyu happily swung her legs, tilting her head to think carefully: "My brother used to have bad moods too, and he would... secretly hide away, bury his head in his knees, and stay up all night. He would feel better after just one night."
In the past, when I was in a bad mood, it was because my older siblings were going to be adopted from the orphanage.
Pei Yanli asked again, "Anything else?"
"Hmm...make him something delicious! Ah, but don't make any greasy meat, brother doesn't like it." Xiaoyu shook her head, saying each word clearly, "Or cake, a very sweet cake, brother will feel better after eating it."
"I've tried them all."
You've tried it, and you're still not in a good mood?
Xiaoyu slowly lowered her flailing hands, glanced at him and looked away, then glanced at him again, "Then brother... give Xiaoluo a kiss! Or like Grandma did, hug him and pat him, if that still doesn't work..."
"Alright," Pei Yanli interrupted gently, "Brother, go and try it. It's getting late. Xiaoyu, go to bed after you've finished washing up."
Okay.
After watching him return to his room, Pei Yanli got up and brewed a pot of longan and peach gum stewed milk, which she then took to the study.
I knocked twice and heard "Come in," so I opened the door.
Luo Yunqing was engrossed in his work at his desk.
"Did I disturb you?" He put down the bowl and explained, "I made you some stewed milk, drink it while it's hot."
Seeing that he didn't even look up, Pei Yanli said again, "Don't stay up too late."
After giving his instructions, he turned to leave.
A voice suddenly rang out from behind: "I don't want you to become an accomplice."
It was indeed because of this matter.
"Xiao Luo, this is my own choice." He sighed, chuckled, and turned around. "On the other hand, he's eyeing his second aunt. As his uncle, should I continue to tolerate this?"
Across the desk, he gently stroked her perpetually worried face with the back of his hand. "Wife, we are husband and wife, husband and wife are one. There is no such thing as being implicated or not. I don't want to, and I am unwilling to, let you shoulder all the burdens while I remain indifferent."
Finally, she sighed helplessly, "Try relying on me, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Yunqing bit her lip.
Not hearing a reply for a long time, Pei Yanli was in no hurry. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Drink your milk and go to sleep early."
Just as she was about to pull her hand away from his face, she suddenly remembered Xiaoyu's words. Pei Yanli leaned down again, freeing his lips that had been bitten until they turned white. She gently kissed his lips all the way up, her hot breath moistening the corners of her eyes before falling on his most sensitive earlobe.
Noticing that he trembled slightly, Pei Yanli immediately stopped and couldn't help but curse herself inwardly: What is he doing at a time like this?
"Go do your homework."
He suppressed his desires.
Just as she was about to let go, Luo Yunqing suddenly hugged her and put her face back on hers. "Do it."
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The lights in the study suddenly went out.
The books on the desk were pushed aside, and the fountain pen, which hadn't been capped in time, rolled onto the floor, splashing two drops of ink.
A knitted vest was casually hung on the desk lamp, blocking out the light. Luo Yunqing leaned against the desk, her hands supporting her on the table. Her loose shirt had already been half-slipped down to her arms.
In the dim, hazy light, a dark head was buried in his neck, sucking and biting.
The desk lamp swayed from time to time. Luo Yunqing turned her head to look over, and her arm, which was supporting her on the table, occasionally slipped off due to lack of strength.
The next second, he was supported by a hand wearing a gold ring.
Luo Yunqing gently stroked the ring she had longed for in her past life, tilting her long neck, which was covered in fine sweat.
Pei Yanli.
"I'm here, honey."
"Emphasis on this again."
She was so gentle, it always reminded him of his past life, of all the good things she had done for him, and of how she comforted him even when she was mentally unstable after her mother-in-law passed away, taking the knife from his hand and telling him that she was still there for him.
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
The night was dark.
Luo Yunqing looked out the window and counted the few stars that appeared in the sky after the sky cleared up. She didn't finish counting them until a sliver of white appeared on the horizon.
"It's almost dawn."
Pei Yanli kissed his wet nape, panting, "Want more?"
"Yes...yes."
Pei Yanli paused, then stopped moving. "Wife, maybe next time."
"You're not going to make it?"
Pei Yanli was both amused and exasperated. She touched his pale face and wondered who was the one who was now unable to function properly.
He grabbed a blanket from the side, wrapped it around the person, and carried them to the bathroom.
"Pei Yanli," Luo Yunqing squirmed restlessly in his arms, "I want more."
“Okay, here you go. Wash it first, then I’ll give it to you,” Pei Yanli readily agreed.
Not long after being placed in the bathtub, Luo Yunqing fell asleep and slept until the afternoon.
Xiaoyu opened the door several times but he didn't wake up. She anxiously went to find the person who was making soup in the kitchen: "Why isn't Brother Xiaoluo awake yet? Is he sick? Let's go to the hospital quickly!"
Pei Yanli: "He's fine, just tired. He'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
Really?
Xiaoyu kept glancing upstairs with concern.
It wasn't until almost dark that Luo Yunqing finally opened her eyes. When she woke up, she saw him lying by the bedside, staring at her expectantly.
"Brother, you're awake!"
"Hmm." A single syllable, barely audible.
Pei Yanli promptly brought him warm water with honey added and slowly fed it to him.
As he sat up, the blanket slipped down, and Xiaoyu saw red spots scattered on his neck.
"Brother, are you having an allergic reaction?"
Following his gaze, Luo Yunqing quickly grabbed her collar.
"I have an allergic reaction and it hurts so much! Brother, let's go to the hospital!" Xiaoyu suddenly burst into tears. She was sleeping soundly, how could she have an allergic reaction?
"Don't worry, Xiaoyu, it's not an allergy." Under Luo Yunqing's gaze, Pei Yanli put down her cup and explained, "Brother is just hot and got heat rash. It will be fine in a few days."
Xiaoyu: "Really?"
"certainly."
Perhaps because he spoke with such conviction, Xiaoyu believed him and turned to pat Luo Yunqing: "Brother, when you go to sleep, don't turn the air conditioner up so high, and pull the blanket up to your neck so you don't feel stuffy."
Luo Yunqing readily agreed, and after shooing the person away, she kicked the person who was snickering.
"Is it funny?"
Pei Yanli pursed her lips, raised an eyebrow, and asked him, "Want to come again?"
Luo Yunqing then kicked again.
But he was just pretending; he couldn't bring himself to actually kick him.
Almost as soon as he reached out, Pei Yanli grabbed his ankle.
It's better to throw a tantrum at him than to be polite and distant like before; I seem to be in a much better mood now.
"Does your body still hurt?"
"You're driving me crazy."
"I was wrong, I'll be gentler next time." Pei Yanli rubbed his ankle a couple of times and put his socks on. "What do you want for dinner?"
"meal."
"good."
Pei Yanli responded and went to the wardrobe to find clothes for him.
Luo Yunqing leaned against the headboard, watching him bustling around, and suddenly asked, "How's it going at the old house?"
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