The food here in Philadelphia is generally bad.
Delicate, but unpalatable.
Pan Shu was used to it. Fu Nian brought over two bottles of Romanee-Conti, and the men drank silently without saying a word.
Fu Nian had a gentle smile on his face. "Why are you guys just drinking?"
Pei Du drank another glass of red wine, rubbing the cold rim of the glass with his fingertips, and said in a tipsy tone, "Shushu, I'm a little drunk."
Pei Ji was not willing to be outdone. He carried a small stool and rubbed it in front of Pan Shu. His two slender hands hugged Pan Shu tightly like an octopus, his cheeks flushed. "Sister, sister... Pei Ji wants to sleep with you..."
“Click.”
It was the sound of a cup being crushed.
Qi Rang glanced at his bloody palm with regret, "I'm sorry, brother, I've caused trouble for Shushu."
What else could Pan Shu say? Qi Rang's hand was bleeding profusely, and the wound was deep. Afraid that he might contract tetanus, Pan Shu took a deep breath and said, "I'll take you to the hospital."
In fact, such a shallow wound is nothing to Qi Rang.
After all, when one inflicts self-harm, the scars are deep enough to see the bone and fatal. Compared to the ones on his body, these are nothing.
But he was too eager to spend time alone with Panshu.
Qi Rang was like a thief trying hard to get into a loophole in time and space.
I want to look at her longer, longer.
He nodded and said hoarsely, "Okay."
"elder sister--"
"I want to go too." Pei Ji said stickyly.
Pan Shu looked at him expressionlessly, "Aren't you drunk?"
“…”
What does it mean to shoot oneself in the foot?
Pei Ji experienced it thoroughly.
However, Fu Jinli and Pei Du, who pretended to be drunk, would not gain anything. Their purpose in pretending to be asleep was simple: to not give Pan Shu a reason to drive them away.
Pan Shu didn't point it out, after all, it would be boring to say it out loud.
She picked up her bag, fixed her hair, and said to Qi Rang, "Let's go."
After a quick disinfection and treatment at the hospital, while Qi Rang was bandaging her wound, Pan Shu took her wallet and went to the counter to settle the bill. Online payments in Philadelphia weren't as common as back home, so most people used bank cards.
When Pan Shu finished paying the bill, the man was leaning against the corridor, with his head lowered, tapping the Buddhist beads on his wrist. His fingers, which were resting on the round beads, were long, beautiful, elegant and pale.
The blue blood vessels are clearly visible under the thin skin.
Ban Shu stared at his rosy thin lips for two seconds without saying anything.
Qi Rang followed her without saying a word. In the silence, he slowly asked, "Those dreams I had..."
"How can I know what you're dreaming about? I'm not a worm in your stomach."
Qi Rang stared at the girl's cold profile, his knuckles turning white. His voice was hoarse and trembling. "I mean, I cheated you out of your money, right? Your...life-saving money."
To this day.
Qi Rang still cares about the fact that he is her murderer.
He's so dirty—
Pan Shu looked at him with a half-smile, "What do you think?"
Qi Rang understood.
It's true.
He suddenly felt like a drowning fish stranded on the shore. The feeling of suffocation made his body fall heavily. He pursed his lips and said, "So...so you approached me..."
"It's just to get revenge on my brother." Pan Shu interrupted him, supporting her chin with one hand and said with a smile.
The light in Qi Rang's eyes suddenly went out.
The fingers resting on the Buddhist beads suddenly exerted force, and the beads cracked into several pieces, and then shattered to the ground with a snap.
I feel confused.
Even Buddha could not save him.
Ban Shu sighed helplessly, her cold fingertips tenderly and gently tracing the man's delicate eyebrows and eyes, which were as dark as distant mountains and mist. "Brother will never know how painful it is to jump from a tall building, nor will he know how desperate it is to be ridiculed and despised after death. Brother only cares about that little bit of money. Shushu's death is not important to him at all."
“That’s enough…”
Qi Rang was trembling all over, and his face was drained of all color. "That's enough, stop talking."
Pan Shu looked at him quietly. Her brown eyes held an unbearable coldness that Qi Rang could not bear. He begged.
"Please don't look at me like that..."
"Shushu."
Pan Shu leaned on the steering wheel and watched the man uncontrollably take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and light it up. The car was instantly filled with smoke. Pan Shu opened the car window and did not stop him from smoking.
Even through the mist, one could still vaguely make out his extremely delicate facial features, black hair, black pupils, white skin, and red lips, making him look incredibly handsome.
"Brother, can you please die?" he said.
"That would be... too good for Brother." Pan Shu smiled harmlessly and sweetly, her brown eyes seemed to be naturally filled with intoxicating affection. "Brother must live, and every minute and every second, he must live in pain."
This is her revenge, brother.
Live your whole life in pain.
"good."
Qi Rang put out his cigarette. He gently touched Ban Shu's head and said hoarsely, "As Shu Shu wishes."
Feeling that the last trace of resentment of the original body had completely dissipated from this body, Panshu tilted her head and the smile on her lips deepened.
The system asked, "Host, do you want to leave this world?"
"Um."
Pan Shu suddenly asked, "Besides escaping death and disappearing into thin air, are there any other ways to leave the mission world?"
"There are also clones," the system said calmly. "The system will deploy a clone that is completely identical to the host and leave it in the mission world. Whether it's thinking style, appearance or figure, it's exactly the same as the host."
Pan Shu raised an eyebrow in boredom. "A clone? Just a low-quality substitute."
Panshu never believed that there were two people in the world who were exactly the same.
Those who love her will be able to tell the difference, no matter how much she resembles the clone.
Just like Qi Rang——
He should have guessed long ago that she was not the same person as her original self.
Pan Shu handed the car keys to Qi Rang and said, "You drive back first. I'll go to the nearby supermarket to buy some things."
Qi Rang looked at her deeply and vaguely realized something.
The eye sockets were filled with a crimson peach color.
He uttered a "hmm" with difficulty in his throat, his eyes were misty. He blinked slowly, watching Ban Shu's back becoming increasingly blurred. Qi Rang felt that his world had completely dimmed.
His little girl really doesn't want him this time.
…
"Brother, are you acting like a spoiled brat? Do you want a hug?"
"Brother, how can you be sure that meeting me is not retribution for being your brother?"
"Not really. Apart from being poor, terrible at gaming, and a bit of a show-off, everything else is pretty good."
“…”
The girl's sweet and soft voice kept ringing in Qi Rang's ears.
The leather steering wheel was covered with dark water marks.
My brother is not poor anymore, and he is not bad at playing games. He is not a show-off, but——
My brother is really a bad brother.
Shushu.
sorry.
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