Chapter 42 "Without Xiao Luo, it wouldn't be you..."
"You've got some nerve." Chen Zhao was almost amused by this shameless remark. "It should have been him? Does he think the boss is a junk collector, taking anything and everything?"
He stopped at the corner and glanced to the side, "Look, boss lady, in such a short time, someone has already tried to steal our job."
Before, I disliked my boss.
When the landlady was first recognized and returned to the Song family, she couldn't wait to find Pei Hengzhi. Later, she got her wish, and when Pei Hengzhi was lying in the hospital, seemingly dead, she turned around and went back to find the landlady.
They really think they're some kind of hot commodity.
"He's in a hurry."
After delivering the keys, Luo Yunqing should have gone back to continue rehearsals. However, thinking that her role wasn't much anyway, she inexplicably followed along.
I never expected to hear such wonderful words.
It seems my guess was right. Pei Hengzhi is seriously injured now, and whether he can wake up is another matter. He has neither his reputation nor his people, and his value in Song Jingguo's eyes will only decrease.
In the end, they could only resort to marriage to obtain resources.
To be honest, looking across the entire city of Yanjing, it would be hard to find another person like his Ali, with a top-tier family background, strong work ability, and gentleness and patience.
Besides, his affair with Pei Hengzhi had already caused quite a stir. What man would want to be cuckolded?
Even if he finds someone willing to swallow his pride and take over for the sake of profit, his future won't be easy.
"In my opinion, he's just feeling resentful." Chen Zhao shook his head and thought for a moment, "No, we can't let him keep bothering the boss. If someone happens to pass by, we won't be able to explain ourselves."
He gripped the key, ready to go over, but was pulled back as soon as he took a step.
"The landlady?"
"No rush, let's take a look first."
…………
After saying that sentence.
The screen went out in an instant, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.
Song Xuechen's heart started racing for no apparent reason.
He mustered his courage and took another step. Suddenly, a short laugh rang out in the darkness, asking him, "You act in plays too?"
Song Xuechen didn't quite understand why he suddenly brought this up, and replied, "Yes, I'm the lead actor this time..."
"What a waste." Pei Yanli's voice was unusually low and merciless. "Before performing in the play, go to the hospital to get your brain checked."
"Second Master..."
"The Pei and Song families are engaged based on their birth dates. The groom is the young master of the Song family. Are you one of them?"
Song Xuechen's face paled, speechless yet unwilling to admit defeat: "What if we hadn't recognized Luo Yunqing..."
“Without Xiao Luo, it wouldn’t be you.” Pei Yanli interrupted him again, without hesitation.
Even if he agrees to the marriage later out of respect for his father, he will only be Pei Er Ye's marriage partner, not Pei Yanli's lover.
At most, it will not exceed three months. Once the father believes that the marriage is useless, he will quickly break off the engagement.
Pei Yanli unconsciously stroked the wedding ring that she always wore on her ring finger, her tone suddenly turning cold: "Did you hear me clearly?"
Before the other person could speak, he continued, "Listen carefully, then get out of here!"
Pei Yanli rarely remained so unfazed.
The empty basement echoed with sounds.
Soon, Chen Zhao's phone started vibrating repeatedly.
"The boss is looking for me."
Luo Yunqing nodded, her expression unchanged.
After taking two steps, Chen Zhao turned back in confusion, "Aren't you going over?"
"Twenty more minutes until it's over." Luo Yunqing turned and left with her hands behind her back, her steps seemingly carrying a gust of wind.
He seems to be in a pretty good mood.
On the other side.
Being told to get out so ruthlessly, and recalling the intimate moment between the two people outside the activity room, Song Xuechen clenched her fists, her body swaying uncontrollably, feeling increasingly resentful.
Why should Luo Yunqing receive such preferential treatment?
Recently, even his mother has started mentioning him. Whether it's stage plays, racing, or charity work, he always becomes the center of attention whenever he's around.
Why should I?!
"Do you think Luo Yunqing is some kind of good person?" he blurted out, "He's nothing like what you think..."
"Oh, isn't this Young Master Song?" Chen Zhao answered the phone, looking as if he had just come downstairs. "Aren't you going to rehearsal? What are you doing here?"
"I……"
"Your acting was already bad, and now you're slacking off? Don't you want this lead role anymore?"
Unlike Pei Yanli, Chen Zhao, as a secretary, had encountered all sorts of strange and unpredictable people. Although he had toned down his temper to match his boss's, it didn't stop him from being verbally provocative.
Moreover, if I heard correctly, he had just tried to drag the boss's wife into the mess.
They really don't know their own limitations.
Song Xuechen's expression changed abruptly. Distracted like that, she naturally couldn't continue her conversation and slunk up in the elevator.
With Pei Yanli's offer completely unsuccessful, he would have to think of another way.
bite--
The elevator arrived at the fourth floor.
Song Xuechen bit her nails as she walked out. The stairwell door slowly closed, and a soft chuckle suddenly sounded behind her.
He was startled and turned around in fear. As soon as he saw who it was, the other person grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bathroom.
The water was splashing.
Song Xuechen was pinned down in the filled pool of water, struggling desperately.
About ten seconds later, my scalp tightened and I was pulled out of the water again, pressed against the mirror in front of the sink.
"Luo Yunqing!"
"You dare to covet my people?" Luo Yunqing maintained a smile, pulling her hair closer and shoving her against the mirror. "You? You're not worthy!"
"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Second Master!" Song Xuechen gasped, glancing at him with one eye.
Luo Yunqing slowly leaned closer, inadvertently revealing the lingering marks on her collarbone. "Do you think my husband believes me or you?"
"You!" Song Xuechen's eyes widened in an instant, and she shook her head, muttering, "No, impossible."
Pei Yanli is still a cripple, unless...
"Hahaha!" Song Xuechen couldn't help but laugh. "So that's why Second Master Pei treated you so well; it was at the cost of his body. Luo Yunqing, how does it feel to be crippled?"
Before he could finish speaking, his head was once again forced into the pool, where it remained for several seconds, and the cycle repeated itself.
After several attempts, Song Xuechen completely deflated, having long since lost the strength to argue.
Luo Yunqing then let go, allowing him to collapse to the ground, and squatted down to pat his pale face. "How does it feel to almost drown?"
Song Xuechen forced her eyelids open, glanced at him, and then drooped them again.
"If I were you, I should...keep my tail between my legs." Luo Yunqing grabbed his chin and pulled him close to her face. "What makes you think you can be so tough with me now?"
Although Lin Wenting treated him no differently than before, she dared not utter a word in front of Song Jingguo, the head of the family.
Pei Hengzhi is lying in the hospital again. The only person he can hold onto now is one person.
"I heard that Mother is already arranging a marriage for my eldest brother." Luo Yunqing said only one sentence.
After saying that, he let go of her hand, shook off the water droplets, and pushed open the door to leave.
There are fewer and fewer people he can rely on now. If even Song Moyan doesn't stand by his side anymore, the days ahead will only get harder and harder.
Luo Yunqing took out her phone, opened the long-forgotten video, and smiled with pleasure.
"How many more takes are you going to do, Hermes?" Cheng Xu patted the script, his face full of kindness.
…………
It took a little longer, about half an hour, before Luo Yunqing hurriedly finished the rehearsal and changed her clothes.
After packing his schoolbag, he strode out of the activity room. As soon as the door closed, the sound of the president of the Yanxi Drama Club scolding him faded away.
"Song Xuechen, can't you even act properly?"
"The official performance is in just a few days, what are you doing!"
"If you can't perform, say so earlier, so as not to waste everyone's time."
...
As he went downstairs, he sent a message to Pei Yanli.
As I stepped out of the elevator, the message "Rehearsal is over" was finally successfully sent.
From a distance, the Maybach flashed its lights twice.
The car door opened before he arrived, and as soon as he got in and put down his backpack, Luo Yunqing rushed into his arms.
"You've worked hard." Pei Yanli rubbed her palms together to warm them and then covered his hand with hers.
Both of them tacitly avoided mentioning the previous incident, as it was unimportant and unnecessary to bring it up again.
After returning home, having dinner and taking a shower, Luo Yunqing lay down on the bed and let Pei Yanli massage his shoulders to relieve his sore arms.
Why is there a scratch here?
On the inside of the forearm near the wrist, a noticeable red mark can only be seen when the sleeve is lifted, as if it had been cut by something.
Luo Yunqing was puzzled, and then belatedly guessed that it was probably because she had grabbed Song Xuechen by the hair and pushed him into the pool earlier, and he had caught her while he was splashing around.
"Luckily, there's no broken skin." Pei Yanli leaned closer to examine it, rubbing it a couple of times with her fingertip, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He then pulled it to his lips and lowered his head to kiss it.
"It's okay, it'll be all healed by tomorrow morning." He got up and slumped over like he had no bones. "It's not even as bad as the marks you left on me."
A scent of lime approached, and Pei Yanli lowered her hand, instead grabbing the person's waist and pulling them closer.
Before lowering her head, Luo Yunqing covered his mouth and gently pleaded, "There are still a few days until the performance. After that day, okay?"
During formal performances, no other clothes are worn under the robe. He always kisses very hard, and the marks don't fade for a long time. Does he expect him to perform with his body covered in red marks?
"……good."
Pei Yanli wasn't very happy, but she didn't insist and instead continued massaging his shoulders.
Her head was hanging low, and although she hadn't said anything, it seemed like she had said everything. She looked very aggrieved.
Luo Yunqing quickly hugged the person's face and kissed it twice, "Less than a week, very, very fast."
It seemed that after spending so much time with him, Pei Yanli had gradually learned his tricks. She nuzzled her neck with her nose and begged, "Give me two more kisses."
Luo Yunqing did as instructed, and even did it a little more.
"Two more times."
"Pop! Pop!"
Two more times.
After several attempts, Luo Yunqing stopped in time, glancing sideways at his lower abdomen.
Next, Little Ali will be unable to hold back any longer.
He turned his head, leaned back into the other person's arms, and changed the subject: "By the way, are you coming to see my performance this time?"
Pei Yanli: "Of course."
"You mustn't let yourself be fooled again." Speaking of this, Luo Yunqing recalled the last time.
That was his debut stage, but it could only be watched online.
"No, I won't," Pei Yanli quickly replied. "I'll go earlier that day."
Then he asked a strange question: "Where did you order your costumes?"
“A senior student, his mother is a fashion designer.” Luo Yunqing asked, puzzled, “Why are you asking about that?”
"Just asking." Pei Yanli smiled faintly, then added, "I'll have to go to the hospital for a check-up in a couple of days."
"I'll go with you!"
Is there enough time?
"There's enough time! Rehearsals are all in the evening."
…………
In winter, the orthopedic clinic is even more overcrowded.
In the waiting area of the lobby, there were all sorts of fractures and injuries, from legs and feet to arms and wrists.
Luo Yunqing pushed the wheelchair past, and there was another person in a wheelchair with both legs in casts, sitting with his head down, being scolded by his partner.
"Even though you've already broken one, you still insist on going out in the snow. Oh my, you've got some nerve."
"Wife, I was wrong."
"You little brat, stay away from me! Just looking at you makes me angry."
Luo Yunqing overheard it, especially the last phrase, "Don't touch me," which was spoken in dialect and had a distinct intonation.
He hung his head and silently mimicked a phrase. Upon arriving at the outpatient department, the smirk on his face contrasted sharply with the dark circles under his eyes and the look of deep sorrow on his face.
"You're here."
In just a few days, Tang Yajun looked so haggard that she was almost unrecognizable.
Pei Yanli handed over the X-ray she had just received, skillfully rolling up her trouser legs. "I see the orthopedics department is quite busy lately."
"Hmm." Tang Yajun listlessly rested her chin on her hand as she looked at the X-ray. "The bone structure is normal. It seems the bone has been well taken care of."
She put down the film, put on gloves to examine it, and then asked him to try to stand up and walk around.
"The restoration was quite good."
"If it's not bad, why is Dr. Tang still looking so worried?" After sitting back in his wheelchair, Luo Yunqing covered him with a thicker fleece blanket and turned to look at him.
Tang Yajun didn't know which word in the sentence triggered the switch, but she started sighing one after another: "It's not because of you, it's because of me... sigh! Grandpa is urging me to get married again."
With her aunt's example before her, Mr. Tang was afraid that she might act impulsively and become a Doctors Without Borders like her aunt.
Pei Yanli: "You often sway back and forth on the operating table during outpatient clinics, and Old Tang is worried about you."
Old Master Tang and his father were old acquaintances and had a good relationship. They would occasionally play chess and drink tea together.
My impression of the old man was that he was just a bit stubborn.
"I know." Tang Yajun knew exactly what her grandfather meant, but she really didn't have the mind to think about these things right now.
Pei Yanli: "Is it because it's almost the end of the year, and the old man is making you go on blind dates again?"
"Um."
Actually, that's not all. Grandpa's exact words were: "Look at the Chen family, they already have great-grandchildren, all chubby and healthy." So, Grandpa doesn't necessarily want you to find a partner, just have a child.
Tang Yajun: "..."
Without even a partner, where would a child come from? Steal it!
The old man is really getting old; he acts on a whim.
Pei Yanli then asked, "Which family has been arranged for you this time?"
Tang Yajun remained silent, only gazing quietly behind him.
Luo Yunqing: "I'm married!"
Tang Yajun: "..."
How could she not know that he was married?
"Just kidding." The moment she looked over, Luo Yunqing understood. "It's Song Moyan?"
"Um."
Unconsciously gripping the wheelchair, Luo Yunqing said without hesitation, "No!"
Why is he so agitated?
Both of them looked over.
Pei Yanli asked in confusion, "Why not?"
"He has a girlfriend."
"No way." Tang Yajun blinked in surprise. "Didn't Grandpa screen them all as unmarried and single?"
How could they arrange something like this for his granddaughter?
Tang Yajun immediately followed up with, "When did this happen?"
Of course, it will be later...
Luo Yunqing immediately looked away. "This matter is hard to explain in a short time, but one thing is certain: he... doesn't like women."
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