Cen Yu hadn't been to Pei Heng's house many times.
On the rare occasions, he and Pei Leyun would return to this house to retrieve some essential items... After getting out of the car, he followed Pei Heng inside. "You'll stay in the guest room for now," Pei Heng said.
He originally wanted Cen Yu to stay in Pei Lejun's room, but perhaps the events at the funeral hall had left him with some "psychological trauma." After hesitating for a moment, he decided to let Cen Yu stay in the guest room instead.
The Pei family doesn't get many guests, and the guest rooms are mostly just for show. However, the housekeepers help with cleaning, so when Cen Yu pushed open the door and went in, she found that everything in the room was still there.
"Call me if you need anything." The speaker was Uncle Sun, who had watched Pei Leyun grow up since she was a child. Perhaps because he felt that Pei Leyun's death was inseparable from Cen Yu, Cen Yu could sense the old man's faint hostility towards him.
Cen Yu nodded and was about to close the door when he noticed Uncle Sun handing him clothes, "Here are some clean clothes for you."
Cen Yu took it casually, but after touching it, he knew it wasn't brand new... Just as he was about to ask whose clothes they were, Uncle Sun spoke up, "These are the young master's clothes."
Because of his age, Uncle Sun's eyelids drooped a little. He glanced at Cen Yu and said, "There are no suitable clothes at home, so I can only let you wear the young master's clothes for now." He smiled and said, "You shouldn't mind."
Cen Yu held the clothes in his hand without saying a word. He looked carefully at the old man in front of him, while Uncle Sun also looked at him, as if testing his reaction.
Perhaps in Uncle Sun's view, if Cen Yu felt guilty, he would inevitably slip up when he saw Pei Leyun's clothes.
Cen Yu even guessed that Uncle Sun probably knew what had happened at the funeral hall, which was why he thought of using Pei Leyun's clothes to test him.
But Sun Bo forgot one thing: if Cen Yu was truly the kind of ruthless person, such a test would be nothing more than a tickle to him. He wasn't even afraid of Pei Leyun when she was alive, so how could he possibly be afraid of Pei Leyun when she was dead?
Cen Yu had no recollection of what happened that day. Based on his understanding of the dungeon, there was likely more to the story than he expected.
So when faced with Uncle Sun's probing, Cen Yu simply nodded and said, "Thank you, Uncle Sun."
Then he closed the door in front of Uncle Sun.
Cen Yu looked at the oatmeal-colored shirt in his hand. He didn't remember Pei Leyun wearing it... He walked to the mirror and tried it on, then realized that the shirt fit him perfectly, but in his memory, Pei Leyun was a bit taller than him.
He guessed that these were probably Pei Lejun's old clothes.
Cen Yu in the mirror was still wearing the black suit he wore for the memorial service. Because he hadn't slept for a long time, his eyes were a little dark and his hair was a little messy because he had just fallen asleep in the car.
He glanced at himself in the mirror, then simply took off his suit jacket and threw it aside. He then took the change of clothes provided by Uncle Sun and went into the bathroom of the guest room.
...
The bathroom was simply decorated. Cen Yu took off his tie, shirt, and trousers and stuffed them into the old laundry basket.
Then walk under the shower.
The warm bathwater relieved his fatigue. Cen Yu was just about to take a breath and think about how to complete the following plot when he found that the originally warm bathwater slowly turned cold, followed by a bone-chilling temperature, as if he had been thrown into an ice cave in a snowfield.
The faucet in the bathroom also started running water for no apparent reason.
"Splash, splash."
Cen Yu wiped the water off his face, and before his body got cold, he simply walked to the faucet and pressed the tap. He was genuinely amused and exasperated. "Can't you take a break?"
Cen Yu is truly exhausted.
He hasn't slept a wink since yesterday, and he was just about to take a shower when this happened.
Perhaps as a provocation to Cen Yu, the water flowing from the faucet not only did not disappear, but instead slowly turned blood red in Cen Yu's eyes, as if it were a blatant challenge to him.
"Come out." Cen Yu knocked on the glass. "Don't play dead."
He felt something was wrong as soon as he said that.
The other person was already dead, so how can that be called faking death?
The temperature in the bathroom was still slowly dropping. Cen Yu reached out and took a bathrobe, draped it over his body, and then tapped the mirror a few times.
"Your kindergarten tricks won't work on me." He now suspected that he wasn't facing Pei Leyun at all, but Pei Heng's uncle.
After all, according to Pei Heng, this person died at the age of 15, which means he was a teenager, right?
"...I'm not using kindergarten tactics." A strange voice came from inside the bathroom.
Immediately afterwards, the boy who appeared in Cen Yu's dream appeared in the mirror.
He looked at Cen Yu, perhaps not expecting Cen Yu to appear in front of him in a bathrobe. He was a little shy and first avoided his gaze. Then, as if remembering something, he said to Cen Yu, "I just wanted to say that you are my wife."
Cen Yu: "...How old were you to say that to me?"
“Besides, it was Pei Heng’s own decision.” He said to the boy in front of him, “I didn’t agree to it. It was all Pei Heng’s own idea.”
"If you really want to find a wife, then go find Pei Heng."
"I'm older than Pei Heng anyway!" The man became agitated upon hearing Cen Yu's rebuttal. "How could you not know that?"
He said to Cen Yu, "Don't I often talk to you in my dreams?"
"You clearly promised me in my dream that you knew you were my wife." Pei Heng's uncle said, sounding aggrieved, looking at Cen Yu as if he were looking at a heartless man.
Cen Yu: "..."
So you were the protagonist of the original owner's nightmares?
"Besides, didn't you accept my betrothal gifts?" Pei Baijun continued, "How can you renege on your promise?"
Cen Yu was about to retort, "When did I accept your betrothal gifts?" when he heard Pei Baijun mention a time, place, and amount.
Cen Yu frowned. Judging by the timeline, this seemed to be around the time when the original owner had just started university...
In his memory, when the original owner was worried about tuition fees, a considerable sum of money was indeed deposited into his account, with the note stating that it was a gift for his education.
He assumed it was from a kind person who had previously sponsored him, and after expressing his gratitude profusely, he took the money to go to university.
Cen Yu: "..."
He glanced at Pei Baijun, really not wanting to face this fact.
He gave Pei Baijun a specific amount and a note for the transfer, and Pei Baijun's eyes immediately lit up. Then he nodded at him like a little puppy.
“It’s this money,” Pei Baijun said immediately. “I told you I’d given it to you!”
“…” Cen Yu bent over and leaned against the sink, remaining silent for a long time.
"...Then why did you save it in my contact name as 'the money for my school fees'?"
Upon hearing this, Pei Baijun immediately became shy, looking somewhat embarrassed in the mirror. "I'm not worried that it would have a bad influence if others saw this."
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