Pei Zhiting hugged Song Xijiao and came out of her bridal chamber.
Chu Zhihan and Pei Hetong just came out of the elevator.
The two groups collided at the door.
Chu Zhihan's face instantly darkened and became extremely ugly.
"Song Xijiao, who allowed you to come here? Don't you think you've hurt us He Tong enough?"
"How dare you come here? You even brought Pei Zhiting with you. What do you mean? Are you trying to show off to us He Tong that you've already found a good employer?"
"Sister-in-law, please be polite. You caused her to have a premature birth first. I'm already being polite by not holding you accountable."
Pei Zhiting had a cigarette in his mouth and his words were a little unclear, but even so, one could still hear from his words that he was being rude to Pei Hetong's family and that he was trying to protect Song Xijiao.
Chu Zhihan was choked by his words and couldn't say a word.
Pei Hetong's face also looked very ugly. He obviously didn't expect to meet Song Xijiao and Pei Zhiting here, and the two of them behaved intimately. Song Xijiao's face did not look sad and haggard as he thought. On the contrary, her complexion was rosy, and she looked even better than he remembered.
"Jiaojiao, you——"
Song Xijiao walked up to Pei Hetong and looked up at him.
"Do you still remember the poem you talked about when we first met?"
Pei Hetong was stunned. The poem they wrote when they first met?
But Song Xijiao's eyes were so clear that he couldn't help but speak:
"Of course I remember."
Pei Zhiting sneered, raised his hand to shake off the cigarette, and looked like he was enjoying a good show.
Song Xijiao seemed not to have heard anything, she just stared at Pei Hetong and spoke again:
"You said you made it yourself, just for me. Tell me again, do you remember?"
Pei Hetong's face turned pale in an instant and he opened his mouth.
The words "Of course I remember" just couldn't come out of my mouth.
That poem was not written by him at all. It was written on a piece of paper that accidentally fell out of the pages of a book when he was flipping through it in his study. He just thought the poem was good at the time, so he wrote it down. Later, when he met Song Xijiao, in order to show off his culture in front of her, he told her the poem and said that he wrote it.
He originally thought that after so many years, she would not remember it.
But unexpectedly, she still remembered it.
Pei Hetong only felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped several times in public. He felt both painful and embarrassed.
"I--"
"You don't remember?"
Pei Hetong stopped talking, which was considered as his agreement.
He had been lying to her from the beginning to the end.
She slowly recited the prose poem.
"Summer has arrived, and you have appeared. The albizzia flowers are tapping on the window pane, coming from far away, softly, heavily, softly, like the beating of my heart."
"Autumn has arrived, you are close to me, and from now on, dead leaves fall on the bluestone slabs, from near to far, fine and broken, like my broken heart;"
"Winter is here, and you are in my heart. From now on, snowflakes float on the red corrugated paper, from high to low, rustling slowly and leisurely, like my cold tears..."
She once thought that this poem was written for her by Pei Hetong, but now she knows that it was just one of his lies.
When Pei Zhiting said the last word, his eyes swept towards Pei Hetong like a machine gun. Pei Hetong also looked at him. Their eyes met, and Pei Zhiting lip-shaped two words.
Degenerates.
Pei Hetong clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging into his flesh. At this moment, he was extremely grateful that Chu Zhihan was by his side, otherwise he was really afraid that he would rush up and wrestle with Pei Zhiting.
"Jiaojiao, do you have to be so extreme?"
Song Xijiao took the wedding ring out of her pocket, and a glimmer of hope flashed in Pei Hetong's eyes. He thought Song Xijiao still had feelings for him, but the next second, Song Xijiao put the wedding ring that symbolized their love into Pei Hetong's palm.
"Give it back to you."
The thing that she once treasured was now thrown into Pei Hetong's hands like garbage. Pei Hetong felt his palms getting hot, so hot that he could hardly hold the ring.
Song Xijiao didn't even look at him again and turned away.
Pei Zhiting glanced at Pei Hetong, sneered, turned around, hugged Song Xijiao and entered the elevator.
A shameless thief.
He held the ring and watched the elevator door slowly close. Song Xijiao's eyes fell on Pei Zhiting without even a glance at him. Pei Hetong felt as if his heart was shattered by something, and the pain made him almost unable to stand.
Chu Zhihan supported him, his face full of worry.
"Son, son, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."
The elevator began to descend and Pei Hetong's figure disappeared from sight.
Pei Zhiting lowered his head and looked at Song Xijiao in his arms. She was looking up at the advertisement in the elevator with no expression on her face, as if nothing had happened. However, Pei Zhiting knew that her heart must be in pain at this moment.
"I'll kiss you and it won't hurt, okay?"
His eyes were serious, as if he was really considering the feasibility of kissing her.
She suddenly laughed.
"Pei Zhiting, what major did you study back then?"
Pei Zhiting was stunned by her sudden change of subject, then answered honestly, "Literature."
"No wonder."
No wonder he could write such poems.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just suddenly feel like I've never really understood you."
The light in the elevator was very bright, shining on her face. There seemed to be a flash of tears in her eyes, and he suddenly felt a little distressed.
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