Chapter 227 Am I some kind of despicable person?
Above the clouds.
After taking a shower, Pei Jinwu lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Shang Shiyan pushed open the door and tiptoed to her side, intending to cover her with a blanket.
Who would have thought—
I was caught off guard and saw her injured finger.
What happened?
"..."
Just as Shang Shiyan was wondering, the sleeping little girl suddenly opened her eyelids.
"woke up?"
Shang Shiyan gently touched her hair, and while talking to her, he got up to get the first-aid kit. "How did you get your hand injured?"
"oh."
Pei Jinwu casually waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "I was bored this afternoon, so I went to a jewelry studio. I accidentally bumped into it while they were cutting jewelry."
Give me your hand.
Shang Shiyan opened the medicine box, his handsome face covered with a thin layer of frost, his expression full of heartache.
"It's a minor injury, don't worry about it."
Pei Jinwu didn't take it to heart at all, and said slowly, "Compared to when I almost lost my head, this is nothing."
"obedient!"
Shang Shiyan held the cotton swab, staring intently at her with a very assertive attitude.
"...Okay, okay."
Pei Jinwu couldn't refuse, and rather impatiently put her hand into his palm.
"What about losing your head?" Shang Shiyan asked in a low, hoarse voice as he carefully wiped her face.
"oh."
Pei Jinwu leaned against the headboard, yawning, and said, "I'm the only mortal enemy. If you can't beat me, you resort to dirty tricks. The little trash launches a sneak attack."
"They threw a bomb at my place, and it landed right on the roof of my bedroom..."
Pei Jinwu's face was cold, and her voice was like poison, terrifyingly chilling: "The house collapsed, and shards of glass almost hit my neck."
A very large piece of glass, sharp and pointed...
If she were any less skilled, her neck and head would have been separated long ago.
"Don't mention him, it's bad luck."
Pei Jinwu leaned back, staring lazily at the ceiling. "I'll deal with him properly when I have time."
At that time.
She wanted to make the leader of the S Alliance kneel on the ground and whip him to death with a small leather whip.
"..."
Shang Shiyan remained silent, staring at her quietly, unable to bear thinking about what she had been through in the past.
He almost died several times.
The more casual she was, the more heartbroken he felt.
Why are you acting like an adult at such a young age?
"Wuwu." Shang Shiyan held Pei Jinwu's hand and said with heartache, "From now on, I'm here, and I won't let anyone hurt you again."
Nemesis?
Once we find out who it is, we will tear them to pieces.
"OK."
Pei Jinwu looked up and met his gaze; a warm feeling washed over her.
——
Wen Ting refused to give up.
I arranged to meet Wen Jianjian again.
this time.
Wen Jianjian agreed.
“You and your mother have suffered all these years.” Wen Ting poured water for Wen Jianjian, his attitude very gentle. “I have already obtained Grandpa’s consent, and you and your mother can return to the Wen family.”
"Back to the Wen family?"
Wen Jianjian swirled her water glass, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Is the Wen family some kind of paradise? Am I, Wen Jianjian, some lowly person who would insist on going back?"
"..."
Wen Ting was met with indifference, and even more surprised by Wen Jianjian's arrogance, his face immediately fell.
When I first met her, she was a delicate and frail young girl.
It seems—
With the old man's inheritance backing them up, they felt much more confident.
"Wen Ting." Following Pei Jinwu's instructions, Wen Jianjian said, word by word, "I never intended to have anything to do with your Wen family, so you'd better not provoke me or my mother."
"As for the inheritance of several hundred million..."
Wen Jianjian paused for a few seconds, then continued, "My father devoted himself to the Wen family back then, and he deserves much credit for the Wen family's current glory."
"Furthermore, he left without taking anything with him. You know better than I where his assets went..."
“These three hundred million…” Wen Jianjian clenched her fingers, her tone firm: “Shouldn’t you give them to me?”
If my father were still alive and in charge of the Wen Group...
What's a few hundred million?
What a pity.
It was all ruined by Wen Ting's incompetent father.
"What right do you, a bastard, have to claim the old man's inheritance?"
Enraged, Wen Ting immediately dropped the pretense, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up, saying, "Wen Jianjian, don't be so stubborn!"
“Sign this agreement and I’ll give you 2 million. Otherwise…”
Wen Ting braced his hands on the table, his terrifying face looming over Wen Jianjian, and threatened in a cold voice, "Don't blame me for being ruthless."
"..."
Wen Jianjian has always been gentle and kind, never wanting to do evil to anyone, and has never experienced such a scene before.
My legs were shaking uncontrollably.
But then I thought of my cousin, who said: "I'll take care of everything."
Wen Jianjian gradually concealed her fear.
"Give it a try," Wen Jianjian retorted through gritted teeth, showing no politeness.
He threw down a harsh remark, then turned and left with an air of dominance.
"..."
Wen Ting stood there, stunned, his face turning pale with anger.
Don't you know what's good for you?
Don't blame him for being ruthless!
Wen Ting took out his phone and dialed a number: "Starting today, monitor Wen Jianjian and her mother, and find an opportunity... I don't want them to live."
Once Wen Jianjian dies, the old man's will will have no heir and will naturally return to their hands.
——
Inside the car.
Wen Jianjian drank water in large gulps, her body trembling.
"So frightened." Pei Jinwu picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth. Listening to Wen Ting's conversation with the assassin in the earphone, he sneered, "The show is about to begin."
During a break between the two drinking coffee.
Pei Jinwu hacked into Wen Ting's phone and installed a listening system.
His every move was recorded.
The father evaded taxes and hired someone to commit murder, and the son followed suit...
It's true what they say, a rat's son knows how to dig a hole!
For at least thirty years, Wen's father and Wen Ting have been together.
And what about Wen's mother and Wen Yuan...?
She needs to give the other person a push.
——
The next day.
After treating He Huaixu, Pei Jinwu deliberately chose a secluded path to go home, avoiding the cameras.
really.
Before they had gone more than a few steps, a dilapidated van suddenly stopped in front of them.
Four fierce-looking men came down from above.
"Are you Pei Jinwu?" The burly man at the head of the group, holding a dagger, stared down at Pei Jinwu.
"..."
Pei Jinwu wasn't in a hurry. She slowly put the candy in her mouth and glanced at the group of people. "Kidnappers?"
"Oh? Yes!"
This was the first time the four kidnappers had encountered such a situation, and they answered instinctively.
"Enough talk, get in the car." The boss was the boss after all, and he was calmer than his underlings. He threatened, "You better not scream, or I'll kill you."
"I didn't call out."
Pei Jinwu calmly glanced at the knife to her neck, then spread her hands and said, "Kidnapping is fine, but I have three conditions."
"What?" the younger brother asked, craning his neck.
This was the first time they had encountered such a cooperative "victim".
Pei Jinwu said slowly and deliberately:
"First, I get carsick, so I have to sit in the front passenger seat."
"Second, connect to my Bluetooth and play my playlist."
“Third…” Pei Jinwu looked to her right at her oddly shaped underling, “Don’t let me see his face, I’m afraid of ugly things.”
The four kidnappers: "???"
——
good evening.
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