Chapter 8 "Pei, Yan, Li! You can forget about annuling the engagement..."
He didn't want a blanket.
Seeing the other person limp out of the garage, Chen Zhao went back with a sullen face and spread a blanket on his lap. "Boss, that's the rabbit that ruined your reputation!"
"I know."
"I know you still... never mind."
It was his own decision to let him go, so Chen Zhao saw no need to pursue the matter further, but he was still unwilling to give up: "Why did you let him go?"
A pair of terrified and innocent black eyes appeared before my eyes.
Pei Yanli unconsciously pinched her ring finger, a smile spreading across her lips: "Don't you think it's cute? A rabbit."
cute?
On the way back, Chen Zhao thought about it the whole way.
That rabbit mask with its two front teeth grinning like an idiot is a bit creepy in the dark, where's the cuteness in it?
When I go to the hospital for a follow-up check-up tomorrow, I'll also have the boss's brain and eyes checked.
Chen Zhao was incredibly efficient; he had already made an online appointment before even arriving at the Pei family's house, and it was an appointment with a specialist.
Upon returning, they learned that Pei Hengzhi, who had arrived home a day earlier, had been summoned to the main building by the old man, and they felt that the neurology department could be reassigned.
After all, the boss just thought the ugly rabbit was cute, while this guy actually spent 80 million to buy a gemstone that wasn't even top-notch in terms of quality or weight.
It wasn't even bought for myself.
"Now everyone knows that our Pei family's eldest son has spent a fortune! 80 million, just like that, given away to someone else for nothing!!"
Inside the main building, before you even get close, you can hear deafening curses.
Grandpa Pei, holding his cane, thumped the ground repeatedly and said "good" several times.
"What a fine son and grandson the Pei family has raised! He didn't learn any of the good things from your second uncle, but instead adopted the behavior of those spoiled brats!"
"No, Grandpa, I..."
Pei Hengzhi sought help from his father, who was standing nearby.
Pei Wenxian was clearly very angry with him, his face darkened, and he didn't even look at him.
Isolated and helpless, with his mother absent, Pei Hengzhi had no choice but to lower his head and murmur, "I was wrong."
"Does being wrong make anything useful?!" the old man shouted angrily again.
The 80 million is secondary; the Pei family could afford it. The key issue is the recipient of the gift.
"Don't you know that the young master of the Song family is about to get engaged to your second uncle? At this critical juncture, you've caused me such a huge mess. Are you deliberately trying to ruin your second uncle's life?"
Upon mentioning his second brother, Pei Wenxian, like an NPC who had triggered a switch, finally broke his silence: "Father, Xiao Heng absolutely did not mean that."
"He didn't mean that?" The old man slammed his phone on the table twice and sneered, "Do you know what the media is reporting right now? They're saying that Young Master Pei is deeply in love and is willing to spend millions on jewels to celebrate his childhood sweetheart's birthday!"
Under these circumstances, how can Ali and the young master of the Song family get engaged?
If you set a date, it's called forcibly breaking up a marriage, and people will curse you.
"The old master at Nanyan Temple said that only the youngest son of the Song family is a perfect match for Ali's birth chart." The old man held back for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. "Now tell me, where can we find another person whose birth chart matches yours!"
Pei Wenxian was waiting for these words: "Father, have you forgotten that the young master of the Song family is a fake?"
The Song family made headlines a few days ago for finding their biological son, but this one is just the baby that was switched at birth during the sudden earthquake.
“The birth dates and times given to us by the Song family must be the exact dates and times of our birth back then.” Pei Wenxian said logically and with evidence: “The one whose birth date and time are truly compatible with my second brother’s is that young master.”
That's absolutely right.
Coming to his senses, the old man's anger gradually subsided, and he narrowed his eyes tentatively: "You mean..."
“To be honest, Father, Song Jingguo actually said some time ago,” Pei Wenxian’s voice grew softer as he spoke, “that we should change things.”
"No need to change it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly younger voice interrupted.
As the wheelchair creaked and turned, Pei Yanli entered from the doorway and repeated, "No change."
"What do you mean?" Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, relieved that Xiaoxue was out of her misery, Pei Hengzhi tensed up again and asked abruptly, "Second Uncle, do you really insist on getting engaged to Xiaoxue?"
Pei Yanli glanced at him indifferently, then looked at her father, whose head was covered in white hair, across the distance. "Since Xiao Heng and the young master of the Song family are in love, I naturally do not want to be the villain who forcibly breaks up other people's marriages."
“That’s why we have to change it.” Pei Wenxian said, seemingly concerned for him, “Only the young master’s birth chart is suitable…”
"How can you be sure the other party is willing, brother?" Pei Yanli pinched her knee hard and gave a self-deprecating smile: "No one would want to be with a cripple. Father, don't waste your time and ruin someone else's child's life for me."
so--
"Call the engagement off immediately!"
In the Song family study, Song Moyan looked utterly astonished.
Song Jingguo put down the phone, his face extremely pale. "The old man seems to be planning to replace him. Pei Yanli has blocked the way herself and doesn't want anyone else."
“Dad, if we break off the engagement, then all the projects we’ve been negotiating with the Pei family will be…” Song Moyan clicked his tongue and raised an eyebrow: “Did the car accident mess up Pei Yanli’s brain?”
Aside from his father's unwavering belief in the power of fortune telling, who would truly believe that a celebratory marriage could actually improve someone's health? It's just a pretext for collaboration.
“If the project is terminated, our losses will be incalculable.” Song Jingguo pondered for a moment, then said firmly, “This marriage is a must, whether we like it or not.”
Song Moyan then asked, "How should we decide?"
"On Xiaoxue's birthday party..."
Luo Yunqing did not eavesdrop on the rest of the conversation.
Hearing that Pei Yanli wanted to break off the engagement, he couldn't listen to anything else.
Why is he going to call off the engagement?
…………
On the weekend, Luo Yunqing visited Xiaoyu at the hospital as usual.
The chubby eight-year-old boy in the next bed had already been discharged and replaced by someone else.
When Luo Yunqing arrived, Xiaoyu was showing him her sketchbook. As soon as the ward door opened, she saw him and called out, "Brother!"
Each time Luo Yunqing came, she brought different things.
This time it's a big watermelon.
The people in the ward divided it among themselves, and there were still several pieces left.
"So sweet!" Xiaoyu's face was covered in watermelon seeds from eating, but she didn't forget to brag to the girl in the next bed, "My brother is really good at choosing watermelons. He can tell which one is the sweetest just by tapping it, right, brother? Brother Xiaoluo?"
Xiao Yu had almost finished eating her watermelon, but Luo Yunqing hadn't touched hers much.
"Brother, what's wrong? Did something upset you?"
Luo Yunqing snapped out of her daze, smiled, and shook her head. "No."
"real?"
"certainly."
Luo Yunqing took a big bite of watermelon, and after she finished eating, she accompanied him to draw.
He was clearly restless, and every now and then he would go to the window and look out. After a while, he suggested, "It's almost four o'clock, let's go down and get some sun."
"OK."
Around the same time, in the same place.
People come and go in the cool corridor.
Luo Yunqing cautiously looked around while wearing a mask, moving from left to right and then from right to left.
"Who is my brother looking for?"
"I……"
That's true, it's impossible to be so lucky as to run into someone every time.
Luo Yunqing looked away and shook her head: "Nobody's here, let's read."
The side pocket of his wheelchair contained several fairy tale books he had brought with him.
The two of them stood in the corridor, watching the sunset together in the evening breeze.
After reading less than half of the book, Xiaoyu looked up at him expectantly: "Brother, I'm thirsty."
Luo Yunqing rummaged through her pockets.
"...I forgot my water bottle. I'll go back and get it now. Don't wander off here."
I walked quickly out of the corridor.
As I walked toward the archway connecting the outpatient and inpatient departments and turned the corner, a wheelchair suddenly appeared in my field of vision.
Luo Yunqing stopped in her tracks, covered her face with her mask, and instinctively tried to find a place to hide.
"Why did you make an appointment with an ophthalmologist for a follow-up checkup?"
A familiar voice came from inside.
Chen Zhao chuckled twice without any emotion, scratching his cheek. "I just noticed you've been staring at your phone a lot lately, and I was worried you might get nearsighted."
Pei Yanli remained silent, only staring at him.
Unable to continue the story, Chen Zhao quickly changed the subject: "If you really break off the engagement, won't the cooperation with the Song family fall through?"
"If their chip technology is solid and can withstand quality control, the project will continue regardless of whether there's a merger or not. Besides, what era are we living in? Still dreaming of developing cooperation through a merger... Why do you think of me like that?"
Is there something on his face?
Pei Yanli touched her face.
Chen Zhao glanced away, then turned back after a moment. "There are no outsiders here, so just tell the truth."
An evening breeze was blowing.
Pei Yanli lowered her hand, pulled the blanket that had slipped off her lap back up, and sighed with her head down: "How many more years do I have left to live?"
"What are you saying, boss!"
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Pei Yanli smiled faintly, looking at the lone crow flying overhead, her tone filled with unspeakable melancholy: "Father is now pinning all his hopes on this marriage to bring good luck. I'm not saying it's impossible, but what if I don't make it through one day? What will he do?"
"he……"
"Judging from my brother's tone that day, the Song family probably had the idea of him being married off in place of his brother, which is why they brought him back. In case, and I mean in case, if it really comes to that, Father will definitely not tolerate someone who would have caused his son's death by marrying him off to bring him good luck. The Song family didn't have much affection for him to begin with, and they won't tolerate him either."
Chen Zhao remained silent for a moment.
Indeed, the boss's concerns were not unfounded.
But now, "even if you break off the engagement, he won't fare much better."
"At least it won't be worse than marrying into the family and becoming a widow."
Without a beginning, there is no future that one knows will have no outcome.
Pei Yanli added, "As long as the hype surrounding the real and fake young masters doesn't die down, the Song family will still need to put on a show for outsiders. He will still have other options, which are better than following me."
The sound of wheels gradually faded into the distance.
A glimpse of a shirt hem brushed past from behind the bushes.
Xiaoyu finished reading a book and waited until only a few rays of sunset remained in the sky before the person who brought the kettle finally arrived. The first thing she noticed was that his ears were bright red.
"Brother, why are you crying again..."
Above the mask, his eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
"Pei Yanli! You can forget about breaking off the engagement!!"
This time, I'll die right next to you, even if it means I die.
Luo Yunqing gritted her teeth, took off her mask, and gulped down water from her small water bottle.
For several days afterward, the atmosphere inside and outside the Song family's home was in an unusually low-pressure state.
Until the day of the birthday party.
The banner that originally had two names has now been changed back to have only one name.
Song Xuechen was overjoyed.
Before the banquet began, she swaggered up to Luo Yunqing with the "Mermaid's Tear" and said with a smile, "The people attending the banquet are all people you don't know. It wouldn't be appropriate to add your name here so abruptly. Xiaoqing won't be angry, will she?"
Then, Lin Wenting was brought up: "Mom also said that she will make up for it for you in a few days."
Luo Yunqing was in a very bad mood recently.
Seeing that no one was around, he took advantage of his height to lean close to the person's ear and said, "If I can't have it, you can't have it either."
"What do you mean!"
"Take your time guessing."
Luo Yunqing tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
I picked up my coat from the sofa and left the third floor.
At this time, many people had arrived in the banquet hall, most of whom he did not recognize.
In his previous life, when he met Pei Yanli, he had already been driven out of the Pei family by Pei Hengzhi and Song Xuechen, and had no chance to attend high-society banquets.
Besides that, the only other person who looked somewhat familiar was Tang Ya-jun, the second young lady of the Tang family, who had just arrived.
She stood out from the crowd, wearing a wisteria-patterned cheongsam, her long hair half-tied up with a silver hairpin, looking elegant and refined, a far cry from the lifeless demeanor she displayed in her previous life, with a faint smile always playing on her lips.
It's so good to be reborn.
It's not too late.
"Xiao Qing." As soon as he came downstairs, Song Jingguo called him over and warmly introduced him to the people around him: "Your Uncle Liu, Uncle Cui... these are all my father's business friends."
Turning to the crowd, he said, "This is my son, Yunqing, whom I just found."
"Yunqing, what a nice name. She's just as beautiful as Madam Song was in her youth." A man with a protruding belly and squinty eyes came over and patted him on the shoulder.
With each tap, Luo Yunqing's heart sank a little lower.
He knows this person.
Liu Yaoqing, the owner of Liu's Building Materials, is five years older than Song Jingguo and was also the boss who almost kept him as a mistress in his previous life.
So they know each other.
Hahaha!
Hahahaha!!!
I know them... I can't believe I know them!
"What are you saying, Mr. Liu? Why are you so happy?"
Before Liu Yaoqing could even smile and pinch Luo Yunqing's cheek, a head of pink hair came straight over and bumped into him.
Teng Zaiye raised his hand to brush away his stray hairs, revealing eight perfectly white teeth in a grin.
Liu Yaoqing stumbled from the impact and was about to get angry, but when he turned around and saw it was him, his anger vanished, and he smiled ingratiatingly: "So it's Young Master Teng. How has the old man been lately?"
“That’s great. I recently got into fishing and bought an island to fish with a bunch of people. Mr. Liu, why don’t you come and keep my old man company?” Teng Zaiye replied casually, not listening to what else he said. He rubbed his chin and leaned closer to Luo Yunqing. “Have I seen you somewhere before?”
The moment he appeared, Luo Yunqing was completely distraught.
Hearing this again sent chills down my spine.
He shook his head repeatedly: "No, no."
Teng Zaiye curled his lips into a playful smile: "So sure?"
The Teng family can be considered a mainstay in the world of antique collecting, with numerous auction houses of all sizes under their umbrella.
If we could get on his good side… Song Jingguo chimed in, “Does Young Master Teng know my son?”
"hold head high."
Luo Yunqing: !!!
"Oh? You know each other?" Song Jingguo frowned slightly. "Where did you two meet?"
How did Yun Qing, who was in the orphanage, come to know the young master of the Teng family?
“Boss Song is really confused.” Teng Zaiye hooked his arm around Luo Yunqing’s neck and pulled her closer. “We didn’t know each other before, but now we do.”
Song Jingguo: "..."
"Hahaha." Teng Zaiye seemed oblivious to the barely suppressed twitching at the corner of his mouth and pulled the man away directly. "Come on, come on, what's the point of chatting with a bunch of old geezers?"
He waved his hand, leading the person out of the banquet hall, and then let go of their hand.
Luo Yun straightened her collar and silently turned to the side to cover half of her face.
"What are you trying to cover up now?!"
"You bastard, how dare you talk to my brother like that!"
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