Chapter 74 "Money."
After figuring out all the clues, Du Wanwan leaned back in the back seat, closed her eyes, and cleared her mind for a while.
She knew she needed to rest, and she also felt that she had fallen asleep and didn't even notice where the car was or when it stopped. When she came to her senses, she had already arrived at the Du residence.
The car was parked under the porch of the Du family's main residence. The tall, ancient columns hung with glazed lanterns carved with the latest protective charms, like a vast net, isolating the cold from the outside of the car. The driver had already left, and Pei Xingyao sat in the driver's seat, motionless, trying his best to minimize his presence, as if he were invisible.
But Du Wanwan knew that he was with her, trying to accompany and comfort her in his own way.
This realization unexpectedly made her feel better.
"I heard a piece of news tonight." Du Wanwan spoke abruptly, said the first sentence, and did not continue.
She was still leaning back in the back seat, and her voice was quieter than usual.
Pei Xingyao immediately understood what she meant: "Is it about...Ms. Du?"
Du Wanwan nodded almost inaudibly. She knew Pei Xingyao could feel it, but at this moment she didn't know what she wanted to say or do by suddenly speaking.
This aimless behavior was both unfamiliar and somewhat scary to Du Wanwan, and she also felt irritated by the confusion.
She didn't know the purpose or meaning of her actions.
Pei Xingyao said, "I know."
Du Wanwan's eyes moved slightly and she glanced at him.
He was still wearing the black evening suit he was wearing tonight. He looked exceptionally handsome and noble, with his long, powerful fingers gripping the steering wheel.
He repeated, "I know."
Du Wanwan wanted to ask him what he knew, but Pei Xingyao spoke again, "You originally wanted to hold on to the Du family's wealth and Runjia Investment tightly. It was a battle for market power despite a huge disparity in strength, but you were full of confidence. But the more you got involved, the more you realized that this was not just a simple business struggle. It also involved the underground market for banned talismans and even the truth behind your mother's death."
"Every investigation into the underground market for banned talismans yields clues related to your mother's life and death. Every clue reveals a truth that tells you: Ms. Du, who grew up pampered and should have lived a happy life with her family and loved ones, had everything destroyed by someone who had planned it all."
"You... you're feeling heartbroken and pained for your mother." Pei Xingyao gripped the steering wheel, his throat dry. He felt the pain of her sadness. "Miss, you've never lived a life surrounded by family affection. Your life is devoid of tenderness and love, filled only with conspiracy, cruelty, calculation, and fighting. So you cherish warmth and love, and to discover someone brutally destroying it is heartbreaking. At the same time, because you've always faced cold cruelty and calculation, this is the first time you've faced so much tenderness, and it's hard to digest. I... you..."
He was usually taciturn, only speaking so eloquently when Du Wanwan needed him. Even so, he was still nervous. Pei Xingyao gripped the steering wheel tightly. He was a master of ancient martial arts. If this luxury car wasn't of such high quality, he would have unconsciously twisted the steering wheel off.
"I want to say that humans aren't machines, and we can't precisely control our emotions. It's normal to feel sad or lost. This isn't weakness, but quite the opposite. It's because you're mentally strong. While you can be cold and tough with your enemies, you still retain a soft heart and haven't lost the ability to feel warmth and love. I..."
Pei Xingyao pursed his lips and slid his Adam's apple dryly.
He wanted to say, I'm glad you can finally feel warm again.
Pei Xingyao and she had lived through three lifetimes. In their second life, they were both severely injured in a thunderstorm. He became clueless, acting on instinct, while she was even more traumatized, her mind and soul damaged. She was completely confused and had no ideas of her own. After a short time together, he fell for Ding Zhiyuan's trick and died in a car accident. From then on, he could only accompany her in his spirit form.
But looking back, he was more angry in that life, angry at Ding Zhiyuan's use of her, angry at himself for being powerless and unable to change anything. But he could see that from the time she was found back in the wealthy family to the time she passed away, Du Wanwan did not feel too much pain. She was like a conscientious tool, doing only three things:
She was bullied by Xiang's family in order to create opportunities for Ding Zhiyuan to confirm her identity as her fiancé and become the vice president of Runjia Investment.
She deeply loves Ding Zhiyuan, unconditionally supports all his actions, and devotes her financial resources to him.
And after Ding Zhiyuan completely grasped everything about Runjia, he was killed silently by Shang Yunle who was authorized by Ding Zhiyuan.
She lived in confusion, loved inexplicably, and died silently, all to fulfill Ding Zhiyuan's wish - or rather, to be a tool for the system that controlled him.
Tools have no feelings. Sometimes it is a good thing not to feel pain because you have never gained anything, so it is not considered a loss.
But in their first life, he watched with his own eyes as she gradually lost all her emotions from a lively and lovely little girl. Gradually, there was no warmth and care around her anymore. He watched her gradually turn into an emotionless robot... He was really scared, very painful, and very heartbroken.
In this life, they met again as fate would have it. She personally brought him in as her assistant. Watching her repeatedly and ruthlessly punish those scumbags, Pei Xingyao was relieved, feeling that she was finally no longer the muddle-headed tool she had been in her second life. She finally knew how to fight for herself. But Pei Xingyao was also terrified that she would become like the first life, a heartless person who only knew how to deal with conspiracies and tricks.
Of course he believed that she would not go along with those villains, but he was afraid that she had no emotions, that she... could not feel pain.
Now, seeing her so sad for her mother, he felt pain in his heart, but also relieved for her.
But Pei Xingyao didn't know how to accurately express this feeling to her without revealing that he knew about this past event. After all, the "dream" he had told her about only involved his second life, and he had never mentioned the first life in front of her.
After saying "I" for a long time, he finally squeezed out a sentence: "I can be trusted, Miss. You can tell me anything in your heart. No matter what decision you make, I will support you. No matter what you want to say, I will listen. I... I will never laugh at you, and I will never tell anyone else."
After saying this, Pei Xingyao's palms were full of sweat. He didn't know if he had grasped the "measure" she gave him, but this was indeed the only words he could think of now, words to comfort her to the best of his ability.
He couldn't forget her first life as a sword cultivator. No one dared to trust anyone, no one wanted to befriend a sword cultivator with a sword master code. Everyone, including her boss, exploited her in every possible way. Her colleagues were afraid of her and wary of her. And as for her rivals, they were even more worried. They just wanted her to fall down the stairs and die. Whatever she had in her heart, she could only return to her small house and speak to a spirit sword that couldn't speak, and she didn't even know it could hear.
Every time he thought of that scene, it tore at his heart, causing him to repeat involuntarily, "You can tell me anything."
After he finished speaking, Pei Xingyao couldn't help revealing a hint of frustration and annoyance in his eyes. Why was he so tongue-tied? He'd been talking for so long, repeating the same thing over and over again. Couldn't he have been more concise?
He simply didn't dare to think about what Du Wanwan would think after hearing this. She might think she hired a fool as her special assistant and consider replacing him, who had dared to overstep his bounds. But despite his fear, his eyes seemed to have their own consciousness and he secretly glanced at the rearview mirror.
As soon as he looked up, his eyes met Du Wanwan's.
As expected, Du Wanwan didn't look at the driver's seat where he was sitting, but looked at the rearview mirror.
The two looked at each other silently through the rearview mirror.
Pei Xingyao's heart skipped a beat, so loud that it hurt his eardrums. After several heartbeats like drums, he realized that Du Wanwan's eyes were finally no longer as numb and confused as before.
It was as if a warm current slowly flowed through her eyes, melting the numb frost on the surface. Her eyes regained the clarity and calmness of autumn water, but they were no longer as sharp as looking at the enemy, penetrating into people's hearts.
It is just a pool of quiet, clear autumn water.
Pei Xingyao was stunned and couldn't look away. Du Wanwan also looked at him for a long time before a smile appeared in her eyes: "I was going to tell you this anyway. Why else would I start talking? I just... I don't know how to say it right now."
"You...whatever you want to say." Pei Xingyao felt that he was talking nonsense again. "Just say whatever you want to say. I can understand it. As long as it is the feelings you want to express, I can understand it. Really, believe me."
"I don't disbelieve you." Du Wanwan slowly exhaled and opened the car door. "Then, accompany me to the back garden for a walk."
Pei Xingyao got out of the car immediately and rushed to the rear door like lightning. She raised her hand to block the roof and took out a long white woolen cloak from the back seat and put it on herself.
In the past, this was Tian Sisi's job and Pei Xingyao had never done it, but now, he had to fasten the strap on the collar of Du Wanwan's cloak.
Or, to be more precise, he had never been so face to face and so close to Du Wanwan.
In the past, he always followed behind Du Wanwan. Even when he hugged her that time, he didn't dare to lower his head to look at her for too long, and his eyes were always looking straight ahead.
Now, the two of them were so close that Pei Xingyao couldn't help but multitask. He used his slightly trembling fingers to tie a beautiful bow on the cloak strap, while trying hard to keep his eyes on the bow tie.
This was difficult because the distance was too close. He couldn't help but notice her long, soft but slightly dull hair, her thick, black eyelashes, and her pale skin.
They were so close that Pei Xingyao could even clearly feel her every breath, and he also suspected that she could hear his heartbeat which had just stopped and then started again.
He didn't even know when he put his hands down, and he just kept his head down with a dazed look on his face.
Fortunately, his eldest daughter didn't notice anything and thought he was looking at the bow. She also looked down and praised him, "Pei Xingyao, you really have a lot of hidden skills. Not only are you an all-round assistant, but you can also cook and even tie a bow so beautifully."
I learned it from her. In her previous life, as a female assistant, she had helped too many CEOs deliver gifts, so she could skillfully tie all kinds of bows at any time.
At the same time, he also learned it for her. He always wanted to let her experience the treatment that other girls received.
There are many nice things to say, but now Pei Xingyao can only say: "Because I am an all-purpose assistant."
This answer amused Du Wanwan. She walked slowly along the path in front of the porch toward the back of the main house and said, "You haven't been to the back garden yet, have you?"
"Yeah." Pei Xingyao walked beside her, carefully guarding against her stepping on the hem of her skirt. He knew very well that even in three lifetimes combined, she would not be used to wearing such a long skirt with a large hem and thin high heels.
Even if the heels were only 5cm high, it would be too much for her current body.
"I haven't been there either." Du Wanwan also walked very carefully, because after passing the porch, the path leading to the back garden was a cobblestone path, which was uneven. It was really difficult for her to walk on this path in high heels.
As soon as she finished speaking, her left foot twisted and she almost sprained her ankle.
"Be careful!" Pei Xingyao's heart almost stopped. He quickly raised his arm and blocked her with his elbow.
"Hey." Du Wanwan grabbed his arm with both hands, let out a sigh, and complained, "High heels are really invented to torture women, right? No, don't let go of your hand, lend it to me as a crutch for a while."
In a word, Pei Xingyao didn't dare to move his arm that was about to be retracted, and could only let her two hands hold on as a protective railing and walk.
"Hmm...hmm." Pei Xingyao's breathing became unstable and he felt that his heartbeat was abnormal again.
Du Wanwan hadn't noticed, but she had already seen the outline of the back garden. "The Du family originally had a back garden, planted with many flowers: plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, peony, herbaceous peony, and camellia. Of course, all were protected with talismans. It was originally growing very well, because my mother loved it, especially peonies. She said that because peonies don't photograph well, many people think they are vulgar. Only those who have seen peonies in person understand how graceful and elegant they are, truly outshining all others. And they are very noble. They are not vulgar, nor are they spineless. On the contrary, they are very proud and are a very precious flower."
"Perhaps in my mother's eyes, peonies are just like her, graceful and rich. She's often mocked by others for being rich, vulgar, and delicate, but she knows she's just being persistent. Grandpa Luo Zhen said she loved this back garden since she was a child and had been carefully caring for the flowers there since she was very young. So when she passed away, my grandfather no longer wanted to visit the garden, and it has been abandoned ever since. After I came back, I accidentally discovered that the flowers there seemed to be on the verge of death. After finding out the reason, I asked Grandpa Luo Zhen to find the gardeners and work hard to restore the garden - ah, here we are."
The path in the garden is a smooth bluestone road, probably because they were afraid that the naive Du Qingjia would step on the pebbles and fall.
As soon as Du Wanwan walked in, she let go of his hand, lifted her skirt, ran to a place, and looked up.
"This morning I heard someone report to Grandpa Luo Zhen that a Kunshan night light is about to open. Come on, Pei Xingyao, come and see. This is the real Kunshan night light. Look at the green color when it first opens."
Pei Xingyao walked over and only took a look at the rare variety of peony, because he knew that she was not talking about peonies.
"The peony is a very proud flower. After accumulating strength, it blooms with all its might. Once it's done, it drops without hesitation, blooming passionately and falling cleanly. The more I understand, the more I feel that my mother should have been like this. She shouldn't have died in an inexplicable fire. She was cast under a forbidden spell, which caused her personality to change drastically. But..."
Pei Xingyao felt heartbroken instantly.
She looked at the Kunshan night light that had mostly bloomed, and her voice dropped uncontrollably: "I just got a clue."
Du Wanwan explained Lou Yiqi's situation concisely and clearly, withdrew her hand that was about to touch the petals, and held her cloak tightly.
"Tell me, if my mother really did something wrong to Lou Yiqi, and Lou Yiqi really played an unforgivable role in my mother's death, then what should I do to live with my conscience?"
It was obvious that she would never let go of the person who harmed her mother, but if this person was just repaying vengeance with vengeance, and she resolutely chose revenge, how would she face herself?
She was a sword cultivator, and what a sword cultivator cultivates is not just the sword, but the sword's heart. Holding the sword, she questioned the heavens, wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao, her heart as clear as glass.
After saying that, Du Wanwan turned around and looked up at Pei Xingyao.
She didn't know if she had expressed herself clearly.
Pei Xingyao didn't avoid her gaze this time. He firmly caught the meaning in her eyes and said very solemnly, "I understand. Along the way, you weren't struggling with how to do it. You had already made up your mind to do it, but you didn't know if you would be able to accept it after you did it. You were also worried that after you chose revenge that violated justice, you would do it again and again because of other things - perhaps the hostile system would notice this and use your mother's situation to force you to constantly violate your principles. You were worried that your principles would gradually slip away, and finally fall into the abyss, beyond redemption, and become like the person who harmed your mother, cruel and disregarding right and wrong and the law until he achieved his goal."
He really knew. Du Wanwan moved her lips, wanting to say something, but before she could say anything, Pei Xingyao said, "But I believe you won't."
"You won't become that kind of person." Pei Xingyao said with absolute certainty, "I'm sure of that. It's not just because you're the one I'm determined to follow, and I know your character. It's also because, when you started considering this point, you were destined to be fundamentally different from those people."
"Oh." Du Wanwan blinked, and a smile that Pei Xingyao was familiar with slowly appeared in her eyes. It was that kind of smile that she would not normally give to him. She usually gave it to women like Ye Shiqing and Wei Heng, whom she liked very much and would joke with.
Gentle yet with a hint of mischievousness and playfulness.
"I have to admit, both reasons are very convincing and have completely convinced me. Versatile Assistant Pei, besides working, cooking, and tying bows, you have another skill that amazes and satisfies me—comforting people."
Pei Xingyao blurted out: "I'm just comforting you."
When Du Wanwan looked up, she saw that her assistant's eyes were full of regret. He wanted to swallow back what he had just said. Judging from the muscle movements at the corners of his mouth, he must have bitten the tip of his tongue.
"What are you doing?" Du Wanwan patted his arm lightly and scolded him softly: "Don't bite the tip of your tongue. It won't hurt, right?"
Pei Xingyao quickly let go, but he could already taste a little blood in his mouth. He didn't dare to speak, fearing that she would notice it as soon as he opened his mouth. When he was trying to cover up this matter, he suddenly heard Du Wanwan say:
"Sometimes, I feel like you are my sword."
She... what did she say? Pei Xingyao's head buzzed, and he was actually tripped by a bamboo root protruding from the cracks between the bluestone slabs. He stumbled and almost fell headfirst.
"You...you..." He opened his eyes wide and looked at her in shock, as if he had heard some fairy tale.
Du Wanwan couldn't help but touch her nose and her eyes wandered around.
She had not originally intended to tell anyone about her experience in the book, but at this moment, when Pei Xingyao said that she was fundamentally different from them, she suddenly wanted to give it a try to see if Pei Xingyao would think of her as a monster.
Judging from the current situation, it does seem a bit... uh, scary?
It was a bit too outrageous for a sickly person, a poor man who grew up in an orphanage and had not had a hundred-dollar bill in his pocket in twenty years, to talk about a sword.
In this era of spiritual resurgence, everyone has the opportunity to cultivate, but all cultivation requires money. Medical cultivation, weapon cultivation, and sword cultivation are probably the three most expensive professions.
There's no other way. Sword cultivators rely on fighting to hone their sword intent, comprehending the sword's heart through combat. Only through increasingly difficult battles can they elevate their realm. Fighting inevitably involves injuries, and to avoid being killed by enemies, injuries must be healed quickly. To heal quickly, more money is needed for medicine and treatment. And to avoid injury in every fight, countless high-quality ores must be fed to the spirit sword, improving its quality and allowing it to awaken quickly, giving rise to a sword spirit and helping the sword cultivator unlock the sword's abode.
In short, sword cultivation is the most expensive profession among all the expensive ones. She used to be a pauper and a sickly person, so it was impossible for her to have "her own sword".
Talking about past lives seems a bit scary.
Du Wanwan could only try to patch things up after it was too late: "I mean, the sword in my dreams. Like I said, I've always dreamed of being healthy and becoming an invincible swordsman since I was a child, right?"
"Hmm..." Pei Xingyao seemed a little dazed. When he nodded, his face was a little pale under the light. "You said so."
"I imagine that if I had a spirit sword, if my spirit sword had a sword spirit, it would probably be like you." Du Wanwan gestured. "You know the relationship between a spirit sword, its sword spirit, and its master, right? It's not a simple master and servant as the outside world says. It's a relationship of spiritual connection, of sharing weal and woe, like a part of one's body, or perhaps another self. My sword will definitely be like you, always believing in me, supporting me, listening to everything I say, understanding what I really mean, and helping me resolve my worries."
Is she...is she so demanding of the spirit sword? Pei Xingyao took a breath.
Then, hadn't he disappointed her greatly in his first life? Back then, he was just a useless sword, unable to speak or express himself, let alone transform into a sword spirit and become her all-purpose assistant, helping her solve her problems.
"What's that expression on your face?" Du Wanwan felt a little helpless and a little amused. The emotions that had been weighing on her heart seemed to be swept away by his words and his expression. She felt very relaxed now. The feeling that she could fight to the end and firmly believed that she was invincible was back.
"I just said you understand me, so what are you thinking about now? What I mean is that you are very good, very good. It is so great to have you by my side. I can't imagine anyone else in the world who can replace you by my side."
“Boom boom boom!”
Just as she finished speaking, she heard a distant tapping on glass. Du Wanwan turned around and realized they had ended up outside the main hall. Shang Yunle and Yu Jiani, both of whom had received the news, were standing within the hall's glass walls, staring at her with stern faces.
Shang Yunle's eyes were almost spitting fire. She raised her hand and used an unknown spell to write a line of words on the glass wall:
I've reminded you time and again to keep warm. Right now, we're focusing on removing the toxins from your sword palace. Your heart and lungs are still very fragile, so don't stay out in the cold for too long. Are you planning on having another fever that'll completely destroy your heart and lungs?
There are three big question marks, and the dot under each question mark seems to be poking the shoulder of Du Wanwan, the disobedient patient.
"Oh, Yaowan, the doctor scolded me." Du Wanwan smiled, raised her hand and patted Pei Xingyao's arm, then walked towards the side door of the flower hall with her skirt lifted.
After running a few steps, he turned back and said, "Hey, Pei Xingyao, when will you change those feudalistic words like 'young lady' and 'you'? Doctor Yu calls me Wanwan, when will you change your address and call me 'Wanwan'?"
She encouraged him, "Come on, Xingyao. It's time to get off work. Say 'bye, Wanwan'."
The one who answered her was her omnipotent assistant who stood there stupidly, looking at her with an "I'm dreaming again" look, as if a pauper had suddenly won a 900 billion lottery.
Oh! Never mind, there is still a long way to go!
Du Wanwan smiled helplessly, and when she heard a few more knocks on the glass, she quickly ran back, picking up her skirt.
She was wearing a bright red floor-length skirt embroidered with gold thread tonight. The wide hem of the skirt spread out like red clouds as she ran quickly with small steps. The patterns embroidered with gold thread were faintly visible in the red clouds, as if a golden phoenix tail was flying in the red clouds.
Pei Xingyao had completely forgotten how he got back to the porch, which employee of the Du family helped him drive his car over, or how he got in the car and drove out of the Du residence.
His mind was full of what she had just said, echoing in his head one sentence after another.
"It's so nice to have you by my side..."
"I simply can't imagine anyone in the world who can take your place by my side."
"You really are like my sword."
"When will you change your address to 'Wanwan'?"
He knew he shouldn't have extravagant hopes. He was lucky enough to transform into a human form and stay by her side, and to be reborn once more. He couldn't expect more. Life didn't have that much luck, and he wasn't that lucky.
But... he couldn't help but think. Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, right, you see, this world now not only has spiritual energy and immortal cultivation, he was reborn, and now there is a system at work, doesn't this mean that many extraordinary things are allowed to happen?
So, is it possible that she can remember things from her first life?
Thinking back... they had fought side by side so closely. Did he have the chance to tell her that the spiritual sword that she had nurtured with all her heart was not completely ignorant? He had seen all her efforts, all that she had done for him. The memories were deeply engraved in his soul, and he had never forgotten them even after two reincarnations?
"No..." Pei Xingyao heard his more rational self force himself to speak, but his voice was trembling. "Don't let your imagination run wild. Is this something you can even imagine? Greed will never end well. If you covet too many things that don't belong to you, you'll go astray..."
He had to calm himself down, but the air conditioning was no longer effective. Pei Xingyao had no choice but to open the car window and let the cold night wind after the heavy snow flow in, cooling his boiling blood and making his heart, which was almost swollen and about to fly up to the sky, shrink and descend.
His almost boiling blood and brain were finally cooled down by the cold wind.
When his reason returned, he finally remembered to remind himself: "Don't hurt her just for the sake of momentary pleasure."
The last four words were quite devastating, and finally made him calm down slowly in the night, and return to his usual Pei Xingyao.
"What do you mean by 'Wanwan'? Don't yell at me like that," he reminded himself in the knife-like winter night wind. "This is a line that can't be crossed. She thought you just had an ordinary crush on her. She left the 'proper limits' to you. She doesn't know anything. Don't you know anything too?"
What are the consequences of calling someone that? Don't you understand? It's like the gate that blocks your emotions, and it can never be closed again.
Flooding is a disaster.
Pei Xingyao repeated this sentence over and over again.
The car streaked across the neon-lit city like a meteor, heading towards the lonely origin.
——
When Du Wanwan returned to the flower hall, Shang Yunle and Yu Jiani jointly nagged her. Although she was the eldest daughter of the Du family, the doctor's authority in front of the patient was inviolable. She could only listen to the lecture obediently and drink a large bowl of warming medicine. Then she was ordered to take a bath and change clothes first, and only after taking a medicinal bath was she allowed to go to the study to handle affairs.
"I heard that other company presidents and chairmen are already on vacation, preparing for the Lunar New Year. Why do you still have so much to do, Miss?" Tian Sisi muttered as she prepared tea and snacks for her and checked the light and temperature in the study. "Miss, you're too busy. You don't even have time to enjoy yourself. Even a healthy person can't handle it. Other rich girls, let alone those of your age, even those ten years older than you, are having a blast every day, attending yacht parties and fashion weeks."
"But they have to ask their families for money, and they have to be loved by their families to have money to spend. As for me, I don't have to look at other people's faces. Others have to look at my face." Du Wanwan stretched and sat down in her favorite rocking chair.
"There's no such thing as absolute freedom. You can't enjoy money, not have to worry about other people's feelings, and not have enemies trying to sabotage you. I'm willing to trade busyness for control."
Tian Sisi was a little surprised. Usually, the young lady rarely said these things to her: "Young lady, are you in a good mood today?"
Is that so? Du Wanwan thought about it and thought so.
At the annual meeting tonight, upon learning of Lou Yiqi's past, she'd been deeply distressed. She felt grief for the assassination of her mother, a gifted actress, and the guilt she felt for how her mother's fate had been altered by a single misstep, leaving someone nearly devastated. She was torn between a vengeance she had resolved to pursue. On the way back, even in the most luxurious car, Du Wanwan felt the chill of the wind rush in, seeping into her very bones, chilling her to the bone.
But after chatting with Pei Xingyao, she felt that it was nothing.
Everything in the past could not be changed by her hesitation, and she could not convict her mother, Lou Yiqi, or even her future self based on her own speculation. Everything would have to wait until the day when the truth came out. Pei Xingyao had confidence in her. Didn't she know what kind of person she was?
Sword cultivators are always walking on a single-plank bridge. One sword can save the world, or it can cause a bloody storm. It all depends on the strength of one's sword heart.
"I think I'm fine." Du Wanwan said softly, and then laughed again - she suddenly remembered that it was Pei Xingyao who made her think so.
Pei Xingyao really looks like her sword.
Not only are their temperaments similar, but their companionship and affirmation are also very similar.
In her previous life, she was a wage earner, working as an assistant to wealthy men. While carrying out various orders, she sometimes doubted whether she was doing the right thing. Whenever she doubted herself, she would draw out her spirit sword to check.
Seeing that the spirit sword was still as bright as the moonlight, she knew that her sword heart had not changed.
Any sword cultivator who violates the moral code cannot cultivate a sword as bright as the moon, and the sword master code will never allow her spiritual sword to have evil tendencies.
No matter how cold and heartless she is, she is still pure and clean.
Now, Pei Xingyao's love also proves this.
She is a good person, that's why Pei Xingyao likes her so much.
"Okay, now, Assistant Pei's eldest daughter is going to start preparing." Du Wanwan supported her chin with one hand and tapped the computer touchpad with the other hand, thinking in her head.
She couldn't just focus on investigating her mother's past and ignore the company, but how could she balance the two now?
How can we make Lou Yiqi tell the truth about what happened back then in the shortest possible time?
When sliding to a folder, Du Wanwan thought of——
"money."
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