Zhao Hairong was not surprised by her answer. He laughed softly, and the sarcasm on his face became even stronger.
"You think you have the right to choose now?"
Song Xijiao was stunned. Zhao Hairong walked up to her and leaned close to her ear.
"Your grandmother is in my hands."
His voice was very soft, but his words were like a knife, piercing Song Xijiao's heart.
"you……"
Song Xijiao's whole body stiffened, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Zhao Hairong admired the astonishment and anger on her face, with a victorious smile on his lips.
"The body can be faked. Your grandma is not dead yet."
He took out his cell phone, opened a video, and handed it to Song Xijiao.
A white-haired old woman was sitting in a wheelchair. She was holding a biscuit in her hand and her face was covered with biscuit crumbs from eating it.
Song Xijiao trembled all over, her hands clenched into fists, and her sharp nails pierced into her palms, bringing a burst of intense pain.
"You are simply a lunatic!"
Zhao Hairong did not deny it. He laughed softly, his eyes cold and cruel.
"I'll give you one day to think about it. Do you want to take everything I have, or let your grandma die without a burial place?"
After coming out of Zhao Hairong's company, she stood on the side of the road waiting for a bus when she suddenly heard a crackling sound. At first she thought someone was setting off firecrackers, until a hailstone hit her head and she reacted.
She covered her head and was about to hide in the bus stop next to her when a familiar figure suddenly rushed into her arms.
It’s Pei Zhiting.
He protected her head with one hand and put his other arm around her waist, leading her to the bus stop next to him.
The hailstones grew bigger and bigger, falling like stones. Pei Zhiting held her in his arms and used his back to block the hailstones.
Song Xijiao looked at his broad back, her eyes suddenly felt sore, and tears fell without warning.
"Pei Zhiting, I just want to be your wife and ME's chief jewelry designer. Why does everyone push me and drive me into a desperate situation, leaving me with no way out? They also want me to be grateful to them. I won't accept that..."
The hail lasted for more than ten minutes before it stopped. The street was in a mess, with leaves and branches smashed by hail everywhere. Several pedestrians were injured by the hail, with blood all over their heads and faces.
"Who forced you?"
"Is it Zhao Hairong?"
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Pei Zhiting half hugged and half embraced Song Xijiao as he walked out of the bus stop.
Pei Yu had already driven the car to the side of the road.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
"I'm fine, no need to go to the hospital."
“…………”
The air pressure around Pei Zhiting was getting lower and lower.
He had long felt that Zhao Hairong had ulterior motives, but he had never expected that he could hide it so deeply.
"On the surface, he's using me, but in reality, he's using me to use you."
Song Xi looked at Pei Zhiting with tears in her eyes.
"Am I stupid? Everyone is taking advantage of me, but I can't do anything about it. I even…"
After saying this, tears started to fall, and a small area of the leather car seat was wet.
This is fate. You think you have broken free from the net that binds you, but you have only entered another cage.
No.
Can't believe it completely.
Her cold palm grabbed Pei Zhiting's wrist.
"You can fake your face, but you can't fake your DNA."
…
After the hailstorm, the weather turned completely cold. Song Xijiao, wearing a thin skirt, was hit by hailstones at the bus stop for a few minutes. She started to have a fever when she returned home.
Whenever Li Zhenjun arrives, she will take Aunt Liu to the supermarket for a big shopping spree.
"Where's Jiaojiao?"
She hung her bag on the coat rack and looked around while changing into her slippers.
"I have a fever and just went to bed."
Pei Zhiting walked out of the kitchen. He was wearing an apron and his hair was a little wet from the smoke. He looked a little funny.
Li Zhenjun was stunned for a moment and stopped changing her shoes.
His son has rarely been to the kitchen.
Song Xijiao is the only person who can make him change willingly.
"Maybe it was hailstorm today and she caught a cold outside."
"Well, last time in Thailand, the hospital said her immunity had decreased. She's been worried and hasn't been in good shape lately. She had a fever when she got back."
Li Zhenjun untied the coat hanging on his wrist and walked into the living room while saying:
"I brought some bird's nest and cordyceps and stewed some for her every day."
"good."
"While you're stewing, make some for Aunt Liu as well. It's not easy for her to cook for you every day."
"I know."
Aunt Liu started putting things into the refrigerator.
The husband's mother came once a week, and every time she came she brought her the same tonic as the hostess. She was so moved that she burst into tears.
She must perform well so that her husband can give her a long-term salary increase and let her work here for a long time.
"No, I have to test the food every day. I can't eat it if it's stewed. Don't waste it."
"That won't do. If you can't finish it, you can give it to Zhiting. He works so hard every day, he needs some nourishment."
Various meats, seafood, vegetables and fruits are classified and packed in plastic bags according to their freshness, filling the Gaggenau built-in multi-door refrigerator without any gaps.
Those who don’t know might think this is a post-apocalyptic story and that people should stock up on food.
"This way you don't have to go to the supermarket every day. You can just ask Aunt Liu to make whatever you want."
The warm winter sun shone in from the window. The air conditioner was on in the bedroom, and the temperature was constant at 26 degrees. Pei Zhiting sat on the sofa beside the bed. In front of him was a coffee table piled with documents.
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