Chapter 91 Photographs·Butterflies·Frequency of Early Spring

After Shang Yanci returned to China, he met Jiang Minzhi twice, once at the wedding cancellation banquet of Pei Yuning and Shang Heng, and once when he submitted the betrothal gift.

These two times, Pei Yuning and Jiang Xinzhi had zero communication throughout the whole process. They were even more unfamiliar than strangers, but they were obviously mother and daughter with blood thicker than water.

Pei Yunzhi was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "The year Jiang Minzhi and Pei Jinyan divorced, Ningning was four years old and I was twelve years old. When she was little, Ningning would occasionally ask me, 'Brother, why doesn't mom like me?' I didn't know how to answer her. Others might coax her by saying 'Mom likes you', but I wouldn't, because I could feel that Jiang Minzhi treated us differently from others in terms of distance and coldness."

Pei Yunzhi paused for a moment and continued, "Before they divorced, Ning Ning drew a family photo. When she showed it to Jiang Xinzhi, she tore the picture into pieces. She pushed Ning Ning to the ground and strangled her neck... If I hadn't pushed Jiang Xinzhi away in time that day, I'm sure she really wanted to strangle Ning Ning to death."

Shang Yanci's brows were furrowed, hesitant to speak, and silently patted Pei Yunzhi's shoulder.

Pei Yanzhi lowered his eyes, restrained his emotions, and said slowly: "It's late, go back and rest."

"Okay." Shang Yanci turned and went upstairs, leaving Pei Yanzhi some space to be alone.

In the bedroom, Pei Yuning was watching a video. When he saw Shang Yanci coming in, he raised his hands and beckoned him: "A Yan, come over here and take a look at this."

"Coming." Shang Yanci walked to the bed and lay down.

Pei Yuning opened the video she had just saved, a Chinese wedding with a bridal tiara and a gorgeous robe, inheriting the long-standing Chinese etiquette.

Shang Yanci watched the entire video carefully and quietly, then asked gently, "Baby, do you want to have a Chinese wedding?"

Pei Yuning sat in his arms, hugged his voluptuous waist and abdomen, and said with interest: "Well, I think the Chinese style wedding is more solemn and dignified."

Xu Han was driven out of the Pei family, and the dark clouds that had lingered in Pei Yuning's eyes for days disappeared. At this moment, she smiled coquettishly, like a bright and unrestrained sun, giving people a sense of vitality and happiness.

Shang Yanci kissed her forehead and said, "Then let's have a Chinese wedding."

Pei Yuning was a little confused and frowned slightly: "But the white wedding dress is also very beautiful, I want to wear it."

Shang Yanci chuckled softly: "Then let's have a Chinese wedding or a Western wedding, whatever you like."

Pei Yuning smiled with a smile on her face: "Then the Chinese-style wedding will be held in northern Beijing, and the Western-style wedding will be held abroad."

Shang Yanci: "Okay."

As for the "foreign country" she mentioned, Shang Yanci knew it definitely could not be France.

Pei Yuning was so excited that he couldn't sleep at this moment: "Ayan, I am particularly happy tonight."

Shang Yanci kissed her cheek and said in a gentle and doting tone: "Baby, you must be especially happy in the future."

Pei Yuning kept talking like a little kid complaining, "I was not happy today. Xu Han didn't come back earlier or later, but just the day before my brother's birthday. It's obvious that she didn't want my brother to have a good birthday. She was deliberately trying to annoy me."

"But it's a good thing she's back, otherwise it would be meaningless for that strange man to perform a one-man show tonight." Pei Yuning asked, "A Yan, why do you think that man would fall out with Xu Han?"

Shang Yanci said calmly, "People like them gather when there is benefit, and scatter when there is no benefit. It's probably because the benefits Xu Han gave can no longer satisfy the man's appetite, so the two of them just fight to the death."

Pei Yuning: "But if Xu Han falls, that man will no longer have a cash cow. If I were him, I would definitely not do that."

Shang Yanci: "Maybe that man originally intended to ask the Pei family for money, but seeing that Grandpa and Dad were so angry, he didn't dare to ask for it, for fear of getting into trouble. After all, he played an indispensable role in Xu Han's marriage into the Pei family."

Pei Yuning concluded: "So the handle must not be in the hands of others."

Shang Yan agreed: "That's the truth."

Shang Yanci took Pei Yuning's right hand, lowered his eyes to look at her palm, and asked in a low voice: "Baby, does it still hurt?"

Pei Yuning: "With Ah Yan's cold compress, the pain has gone away."

Shang Yanci sighed and put her right hand on his chest: "But I feel heartache."

Pei Yuning felt the steady beating of his heart, hugged him and whispered to him: "I was too angry at the time, I didn't think too much about it."

Shang Yanci suggested gently, "If there is a similar situation in the future, let someone hold down the person's hands, and then you go forward and hit him with a tool."

Pei Yuning couldn't help laughing: "Teach me something good."

Shang Yanci said seriously: "This is good, it will prevent any danger from happening around you."

It was getting late, Pei Yuning got up from Shang Yanci's legs and lay back on the soft bed: "Okay, I'll listen to you, go to sleep, tomorrow will be a beautiful day."

Shang Yanci turned off the lights and lay down, holding Pei Yuning in his arms and kissing her: "It will be a beautiful day from now on, good night, baby."

Pei Yuning raised the corners of her lips and said in a coquettish voice, "Good night, Ah Yan."

After saying good night to each other, Pei Yuning fell asleep soon.

In the dark night, Shang Yanci opened his eyes and carefully recalled the scene when he first met Jiang Xinzhi in France.

It was late autumn five years ago, Shang Yanci went to the nursing home to visit an elder.

In the afternoon, when the sun was shining brightly, he accompanied the elder for a walk in the yard.

Passing by a swing, he saw an emaciated oriental woman sitting on it. The autumn wind pushed her body, and she was swaying like a kite with its string about to break, about to fall.

Shang Yanci's gaze lingered on her paper-white face for a moment, and he felt that this oriental woman seemed to be waiting for something.

After walking around with the elders for a few times, Shang Yanci was about to say goodbye and leave when he inadvertently saw the woman on the swing. She took out a piece of broken glass, cut her wrist, and blood gushed out immediately.

The people around her didn't dare to approach her, and they kept shouting, "Doctor! Doctor!"

Shang Yanci ran over quickly, took off the tie from his neck, tied the artery on the woman's arm near the heart to stop the bleeding, and then pressed the wound on her wrist with a clean handkerchief.

A doctor in a white coat came upon hearing the news and rushed the oriental woman to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Shang Yanci's white fingers were stained with red blood, and he realized belatedly that -

It turned out that she was waiting for death.

The bleak autumn wind blew, and the photo on the swing fell to Shang Yanci's feet. He bent down and picked it up. The photo was of a pretty young girl wearing a matte pink ballet skirt with lifelike butterflies embellished on the hem.

It was already late autumn in France, and the leaves of the sycamore trees had fallen, but he saw a misty pink butterfly fluttering its wings, listening to the frequency of early spring.