"What was I thinking!" Shen Wei retorted angrily. "Besides, what does my white moonlight have to do with me?"
He paused for a few seconds after speaking, then said, "What white moonlight? I don't know anything about that."
After Shen Wei sent the voice message, he immediately started to deflect it, but Wen Jingyao had already listened to it... and then the other party called—
"So curious about who her white moonlight is?" Wen Jingyao asked on the other end of the phone. It was noisy on his end, and he didn't know where he was.
"...I'm not really that curious," Shen Wei said stubbornly. "I'm just a little curious why he didn't marry his white moonlight."
“Then ask him directly,” Wen Jingyao said immediately.
Shen Wei clutched the plastic bag containing the milk tea. "How did you know?" He thought for a moment and then added ingratiatingly, "Brother, just tell me."
“How else could I know?” Wen Jingyao said. “Pei Heng told me.”
"?" Shen Wei almost thought he had misheard. Wasn't Pei Heng Pei Leyun's adoptive father? How could he be so calm knowing that Cen Yu had a white moonlight?
Do all rich people spend money like this?
"Who is it?" Shen Wei asked curiously. "Do I know?"
“Of course you know him.” Wen Jingyao paused for a moment and said, “It’s Chu Yichen, the one with a particularly weak birth chart.”
...
When Cen Yu arrived at the villa, he found that apart from a doorman, the Pei family had temporarily left the house.
The man naturally recognized Cen Yu, so upon learning that he had returned to retrieve his belongings, he allowed him into the villa.
“Mr. Cen, please remember to come out before 6 p.m..” The gatekeeper glanced at the time. “It’s getting late now… Uncle Sun said it’s best not to let anyone stay here tonight.”
"I'll also leave at 6 o'clock." He smiled a little embarrassedly.
Cen Yu nodded, indicating that he would definitely leave before 6 o'clock. Then he opened his phone and started ordering takeout. Bian Tao popped out of his pocket—
"...Is this the time to drink milk tea?" Bian Tao wondered.
He clutched the edge of his clothes pocket and glanced at the villa behind him. He always felt that the atmosphere here was a bit eerie, and even though he was dead, the place still made him feel uneasy.
Unlike the living who fear the unknown, his fear stems from what he already knows.
He knew that something extremely terrifying was hidden in the villa.
He cautiously tugged at Cen Yu's clothes. "Where is this place?"
“Pei Leyun’s house.” Cen Yu placed an order at Shen Wei’s milk tea shop with a flourish. He pulled Bian Tao out and looked back at the villa. “What can you sense?”
“…It’s a terrifying thing,” Bian Tao said.
He was too weak to sense anything but some kind of creature that he couldn't comprehend.
What he really wanted to ask was, "Didn't Cen Yu marry Pei Leyun? Why can he still sense the connection between that thing and Cen Yu in the villa?"
“Okay, let’s go in now.” Cen Yu said, leading Bian Tao into the villa.
Bian Tao grabbed his finger. "Aren't you waiting for your milk tea?"
"No rush," Cen Yu said. "It's the same whether we drink it outside or not."
...
Cen Yu led Bian Tao into the Pei family's villa.
Pei Heng bought this villa when he was around 30 years old. Unlike the Pei family's old house, it was not so lifeless. When Pei Heng moved in, many tabloids speculated about who would become the mistress of this villa.
But after adopting Pei Lejun, Pei Heng seemed to have no interest in that, and focused all his energy on his career.
In the original work, Cen Yu rarely visited this villa. Even after he started dating Pei Leyun, he rarely went into the villa to meet her because Pei Heng didn't like him.
The occasions where they had to meet were all in private clubs familiar to Pei Heng, as if he felt that someone like Cen Yu was not allowed to enter the Pei family.
Bian Tao slowly tugged at Cen Yu's clothes buttons, climbed onto his shoulder, and sat down. "Is this your wife's house?"
"Your wife is indeed very rich," he commented, sitting on Cen Yu's shoulders.
“Hmm,” Cen Yu said, “I haven’t been here much either.”
Pei Heng's villa has a long corridor lined with his collection of paintings... Apart from Cen Yu, there is no one else in the entire villa, and everything is quiet. Even Pei Heng's elusive uncle has disappeared without a trace.
"Where are you going?" Bian Tao asked, watching Cen Yu walk in one direction with a very clear goal.
“Let’s go see a place I don’t usually go,” Cen Yu said.
He followed the corridor and soon arrived at Pei Heng's room.
Cen Yu reached out and turned the doorknob—it was locked, as expected. He then lifted Bian Tao off his shoulder and said, "Go open the door."
Bian Tao: "?"
He was a little reluctant, not understanding how Cen Yu could order him around so naturally... but considering the talisman in the other's arms, he could only slowly shrink his body into a thin sheet, squeeze into the crack in the door, and then unlock the door from the inside.
Cen Yu pushed open the door and went inside.
Pei Heng's room was almost bare, as if it were just a place for him to stay.
"There's something I've always been curious about," Cen Yu said, picking up the book Pei Heng had placed next to the reading chair. "Why do the Pei family members always have such unique constitutions?"
"It's not that I have too much yang energy, so ordinary ghosts can't get close to me."
“Like Pei Baijun and Pei Leyun, their fates are special, and they will definitely become vengeful ghosts after they die.” Cen Yu muttered to himself. He glanced at Pei Heng’s book, which was similar to the one he had seen in his dream—the content of which was related to some kind of belief.
"Could it be that the Pei family are born to be protagonists, so their fates are different from ordinary people?"
Bian Tao thought Cen Yu was talking to him... He grew up in this city and knew more or less about the Pei family. He knew that they had been rich for three generations. Many people said that the Pei family was lucky to have managed to keep their family business for so many years.
"Mr. Pei."
“In the story, you seem a bit too naive, so I don’t really believe it.” Cen Yu sat in the reading chair and muttered to herself, “I don’t think Pei Heng is that naive or stupid to be so easily fooled by his grandmother and father.”
"What do you think, Mr. Pei?" Cen Yu asked, looking at Pei Heng who walked in from outside.
Pei Heng glanced at Bian Tao on Cen Yu's shoulder. "This place is not safe. You shouldn't have come in."
“You’ve been following me,” Cen Yu said.
"I'm just a little worried." Pei Heng walked over and, under Cen Yu's gaze, casually grabbed Bian Tao. "Xiao Le is right, you really are a good kid."
He held the Bian pottery in his hand as if he were looking at some rare object.
"You're keeping something that's harmful to you."
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