Chapter 319 Make a bet with Pei Jue's father

Walking out of Pei Liuye's manor,

Master Xuan handed Shen Shaojia a box, "Here, it's for you."

When she opened it, she saw the jade bracelet that was tightly covered by Master Pei Liu just now lying inside.

"Grandpa, did you really give him one million?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. That little money will go into my pocket anyway. I just happened to bid for a snuff bottle worth two million. If you lose 50%, it will only be one million. You can play with this. It's great that you two sisters have matching things."

"When you walk out, you can tell that you are two sisters. It's great."

The jade bracelet that Master Xuan bid for Shen Shaojia and the bracelet that Madam Pei gave to Qing Wu complement each other, shining with a transparent and moist light in the sunlight.

Old Madam Pei glanced at Shen Shaojia and Qing Wu standing together, with a rare gentle smile on her face.

In her opinion, although Shaojia is the daughter of the Pei family and the Xuan family, she will always be the daughter of the Shen family!

"Old Xuan, what I mean is that Shaojia should have the surname Shen, and marry from the Shen family in the future!"

"You old witch, you can tell me everything! I don't mean to compete with old man Shen for his granddaughter. Does her surname matter? Even if she has the same surname as me, how can I have the face to do it?"

Old Master Xuan snorted coldly.

"I don't have the face, and neither does Old Man Pei! If she has the surname Shen, I won't give her any dowry?"

Old Madam Pei looked at Shen Shaojia and patted the back of her hand.

"Don't worry, the Shen family raised you, and we can't thank you enough. You can choose whatever surname you want, and you will get everything you deserve."

Shen Shaojia nodded, "Yes! Thank you, grandma."

Mrs. Pei sighed, and sat down with Mr. Xuan and left.

In the manor, Mr. Pei Liu, whose philtrum was almost broken by the pressure, slowly opened his eyes!

"This time, it must be a trap set by Pei Jue to make things difficult for me!"

"Damn it! I will never let him go so easily!"

Mr. Pei Liu was heartbroken.

"Even if it means death, I will make this brat pay! His mother died in my hands, and he thought he could still jump!"

Lian Ousheng whispered: "Sixth Master, the anniversary of the death of the Second Madam will be in a few days. Mr. Pei invited Master Yuchen to perform a ritual for the Second Madam, right?"

Sixth Master Pei rolled his eyes.

He clenched his fists and muttered to himself: "Ritual? It's not that easy to be reborn! It's better to watch her son go to hell in my hands!"

"Go and make arrangements. There must be no mistakes this time!"

"Yes!"

...

A few days later, the old house of the Pei family.

The whole house was decorated with roses and lilies that Pei Jue's mother loved most when she was alive, and the memorial ceremony had been prepared early.

Monk Yu Chen, along with a dozen of his disciples, knelt on the cushion in the front and chanted scriptures, praying for the deceased to rest in peace.

In the hall was a photo of a young woman with a warm smile, who looked less than 40 years old. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Pei Jue, and her bone structure was perfect. She was a classical beauty that made people unable to take their eyes off her.

All the people in the Pei family changed into black suits and stood behind the monks who were chanting scriptures.

The scene was solemn and no one spoke.

Shen Shaojia stood at the back holding Qing Wu's hand.

Qing Wu's eyes fell on the middle-aged man standing behind Old Master Pei, who looked like Pei Jue's father.

He was wearing a pure black suit, and perhaps because he was too thin, the suit was worn too loosely. His hair was a little long and tied up loosely behind his head.

The man's back looked a bit like a sluggish art, but also with infinite loneliness. He

did not look like a middle-aged man who lost his wife early in his life, but rather had a bit of the loneliness and melancholy of a street artist.

Pei Jundu beside him was talking to him. The middle-aged man turned around and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and met the eyes of Qing Wu who was looking at him!

Qing Wu raised her eyebrows slightly.

This man...she seemed to have seen him before!

But she didn't know that she was Pei Jue's father in the past. Now that she saw him again, Qing Wu was a little confused.

The last time they met was probably in a battlefield art exhibition hall on the border. There was a raid on the area, and terrorist bombs attacked the entire area.

When Qing Wu rushed in to save people, she was stopped by this man.

He was holding an empty wine bottle in his hand at the time, and he grabbed Qing Wu, "Oh my god, you are still young, what's the point of being brave? Even if you do good deeds in this place, the country will not reward you!"

"Nothing will happen to me."

The man smiled gently.

"Listen, how old are you? There are infinite possibilities in the future, but I am different. This life is not important. No one in this world cares about me. If I'm gone, I'm gone!"

After saying this, he rushed into the exhibition hall where explosions were still going on, and rushed out holding several children in one hand!

When Qing Wu turned around to look for him, the man disappeared at the border, and it was said that he was walking further north.

I didn't expect to meet him in such a situation!

Pei Jue's father also recognized Qing Wu, nodded slightly to Qing Wu, and walked over.

"It's you, little girl.

I didn't expect you to be alive." "Uncle, I didn't expect you to be alive either. Did you find what you were looking for?"

He said that year that he was an artist and was going to the Arctic Circle to find his lifelong dream!

With tears in his eyes, his gaze fell on the front photo, his expression lost.

"I can't find it. I can't find it for the rest of my life."

Qing Wu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but still didn't say it.

"Are you the fiancée of that boy Ajue? Nice to meet you, little girl. I am Pei Zhengchi, Ajue's father! Don't tell Ajue what happened before. Just keep it as our secret, how about it?"

Qing Wu glanced at him lightly.

"Why? Since you are looking for the cause of your wife's death, why can't you let Pei Jue know too?"

Pei's father and son were alienated because Pei Jue thought Pei Zhengchi didn't care about his mother's death!

"Little girl, some things can't be explained in a few words. Besides, Ajue is a very thoughtful kid and doesn't believe anyone. If I tell him what I'm doing, he will only think it's my excuse! He will definitely believe you if you tell him."

Qing Wu smiled lightly.

Her eyes passed over the crowd and fell on Pei Jue who was burning incense and kowtowing to his mother.

His back was a little lonely. He was obviously a dragon among men who had been able to stand on his own for a long time. At this moment, in Qing Wu's eyes, he was still a lonely and solitary young man. At

this glance, Qing Wu seemed to see the path that Pei Jue had taken to grow up alone in the past!

Perhaps their paths were too similar along the way. At this moment, Qing Wu suddenly felt that she understood Pei Jue!

She chuckled, with a gentle and unconscious light in her eyes.

"He will believe it. He will definitely believe what I say. Uncle, do you want to make a bet?"

Pei Zhengchi smiled and shook his head, "Little girl, even if you like Ajue, you don't understand his character..."

Pei Jue turned around after burning incense and saw Qing Wu talking to Pei Zhengchi. His eyes darkened and he strode to Qing Wu's side.

"What are you talking about?"

Qing Wu spoke bluntly, looking into Pei Jue's eyes and speaking word by word.

"I'm making a bet with Uncle Pei, and the one I'm betting on is you!"