Shen Muzhi's face darkened, he kicked the table aside, and abruptly stood up.
"Are you angry because you're ashamed? What did I say wrong? If you were right, why would your wife and children have run away? You can't be happy if you force things!" Pei Yang was probably drunk, and he didn't even care about getting beaten up for provoking Shen Muzhi.
Shen Muzhi clenched his fists, his dark eyes fixed on Pei Yang, his deep voice suppressing his anger: "Have you said enough?"
"What's the point of glaring at me? Does glaring at me prove you're right?" Pei Yang stood up, swayed slightly to steady himself, and looked directly at Shen Muzhi, saying, "It's been over a year, and Xiang Zhilan hasn't shown a trace. Maybe she's already found someone she likes again and is living happily ever after. Your child might even be calling someone else 'Dad'..."
The veins on the back of Shen Mu's hand bulged as he punched Pei Yang, who was spouting nonsense, in the face.
Pei Yang's eyes lit up, showing no sign of drunkenness whatsoever. His body reflexively turned his head to avoid the punch.
Shen Muzhi moved even faster, his other elbow already aimed at his chin.
Pei Yang took the blow squarely, but instead of getting angry, he smiled and retaliated with a punch to Shen Muzhi.
The two started fighting inside the private room, battling fiercely as if they wanted to beat each other into submission.
Finally, both of them, bruised and battered, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
Pei Yang laughed out loud. This fight was much more enjoyable than drinking. It was as if he had released some of the pent-up frustration in his heart. His words just now were meant to provoke Shen Muzhi into fighting him with all his might.
Shen Muzhi lay down for a while, and before Pei Yang could adjust his breathing, he stood up and bent down to pull Pei Yang up.
"Thank you." Pei Yang grasped his hand, stood up, and punched Shen Muzhi's chest with his other fist, laughing, "You really hit hard."
"Likewise." Although Shen Muzhi was also injured, his injuries were less severe than Pei Yang's. His martial arts skills had always been the highest among them, but he hadn't expected Pei Yang to have such abilities. In the past, when they sparred, Pei Yang had clearly pretended that he couldn't even beat Gu Chen.
Hehe, the one who hid the deepest among them was indeed Pei Yang.
Shen Muzhi picked up his coat from the ground, dusted it off, and said, "Think it through yourself, or you'll regret it later."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the door, leaving Pei Yang alone.
Pei Yang leaned back on the sofa for a long time, then took out his phone from his pocket and called Xu Jiayue.
After five beeps, the call was answered. Xu Jiayue's voice sounded strange and unclear.
Pei Yang pursed his lips and asked in a low, husky voice, "What are you doing?"
"Of course I'm putting on a face mask, I'm getting married tomorrow." Xu Jiayue said, barely daring to make any big movements with her mouth while wearing a face mask.
Pei Yang could easily imagine her like that, and a smile involuntarily tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"It's so late, is there something you need?" Xu Jiayue asked, puzzled.
"Jiayue, what would you do if I told you right now that I don't want you to marry Han Shizhao?"
"Don't joke around." Xu Jiayue ripped off her face mask and said, "I already let the Han family down once by canceling the wedding at the last minute. The Xu family can't afford to lose face like that. Besides, Han Shizhao has been very good to me. Why would I do this?"
“That’s true.” Pei Yang smiled. It all came too late; now there are far more people who need to be stopped from being harmed.
Xu Jiayue sensed weariness and loneliness in his voice. She had previously felt that Pei Yang might like her, but when she asked him, he denied it outright, so she didn't pursue the matter further.
Actually, she was also afraid of revealing this secret, because what would happen if she did?
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