Chapter 19: Phone Call "Where did you pick up this little bumpkin?"...
"Are you asking me about my short-lived brother again?"
The noble female voice seemed to lack the patience to even say hello, and spoke quickly and confidently.
"Didn't I tell you everything in detail last time? The awful things he did in England during those years, the details of his cronies and the like..."
"I've already sent you all the information and videos I have."
"If you want to know anything else, go sit at his grave and ask him yourself."
So, so, the reason why Yu Peizhi knew her past with that madman so accurately was because of Pei Zhiwei?
Yes.
Pei Zhiwei is the madman's sister.
He was also the one who opened the door for her that should not have been opened for her.
"say."
The person on the other end of the line didn't respond for a long time, and seemed to be getting impatient. "I'm busy planning my wedding with Fu Dongli. I don't have time to play guessing games with you. I'm hanging up."
"Wait!" Zhui Lian almost blurted out the words to stop him.
She took a deep breath before speaking again, her voice so low and hoarse it almost didn't sound like her own: "...Sister Zhiwei."
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.
Then, Pei Zhiwei's voice was heard.
There wasn't much surprise in her tone, just an "oh" of understanding, with a subtle drag at the end: "It's Xiao Lian, long time no see."
The scene before my eyes brought me back to a wet rainy night many years ago.
She was sixteen years old and had just left her hometown in Qingjiang to come to S City, working in a somewhat remote waitress club.
That day, Zhui Lian had just finished her night shift.
She was the last one to leave and was responsible for locking the door, but before it was locked, she heard footsteps behind her.
The woman in a red dress with big wavy curls was running barefoot on the ground, holding her taken-off high heels in her hands, throwing them backwards as she ran.
"Open the door, quick!"
The other party glanced back in the direction of the alley entrance and spoke in a low voice with unquestionable urgency.
Although he didn't know what was going on, Zhui Lian instinctively opened the door a crack to let the woman in.
The club has a complex structure with many private rooms and storage rooms.
So that rainy night, Zhui Lian hid the woman in a storage room behind a hidden door.
She returned to the front desk and faced the fierce man who was chasing her. Her tone was filled with the anxiety and honesty of a working girl: "No...no...I was just making a phone call inside and didn't see anyone. Did you find the wrong place?"
The man's flashlight swept across the empty hall, but found nothing.
"Damn it! What bad luck!"
He cursed and the footsteps faded away.
Zhui Lian waited for a long time, until he could no longer hear any sound, then he leaned against the wall with weak legs.
The utility room door opened and a woman came out.
Even his embarrassment could not conceal the aura of scrutiny and control over everything.
"What's your name?" she asked Zhui Lian, her voice having returned to calm.
"...Chasing pity."
The woman nodded, her eyes falling on Zhui Lian's delicate and pure yet resilient face.
She remembered the name.
Then she said, "My name is Pei Zhiwei."
As for later?
Later, the service club went bankrupt. Pei Zhiwei felt sorry for the little girl who had to leave her hometown, so she took her back to the Pei family.
At that time, the blond boy was standing halfway up the spiral staircase, looking down.
His delicate eyebrows were full of arrogance, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and he looked at everything with a casual disgust.
"Where did you pick up this little bumpkin? Don't let it lower the air quality at home."
"Pei Zhiwei, what kind of charity persona are you trying to create?"
These were the two sentences the madman said when he first saw her.
His tone was arrogant and harsh, but his gaze was focused on her. Zhui Lian, who was dragging her luggage, looked back at Pei Zhiwei with some anxiety.
Pei Zhiwei blinked and smiled strangely.
But soon, the smile disappeared.
She walked up and held Zhui Lian's hand, as if wanting to comfort her.
She looked up at the blond boy standing halfway up the spiral staircase and said, "This is the new study partner I found for you. Her name is Zhui Lian. Starting tomorrow, she will go to Xiting High School with you."
Zhui Lian looked at her in astonishment: "...Sister Zhiwei?"
Pei Zhiwei did say that she would sponsor her schooling, but she had never thought of it in this way.
Later, Pei Zhiwei came to Zhui Lian's room specifically and pleaded with her sincerely, saying that the teaching resources of Xiting Affiliated High School were top-notch and the Pei family would arrange everything for her.
All she needed to do was to help keep an eye on the blond young man who was always causing trouble and try to make him behave himself a little.
Zhui Lian felt that it was difficult for her to refuse since she was only sixteen years old at that time.
The young master's face flashed before her eyes. He looked naughty, arrogant, mean and arrogant to everything, not like a good person. He looked at everyone as if they were garbage.
But he is really good looking.
Exquisite, beautiful, with a mixed-race three-dimensional feel.
There are very few people in the world who are so good-looking.
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Pei Zhiwei didn't even ask Zhui Lian why she called from this number.
Yu Peizhi naturally took the phone from Zhui Lian's stiff hand, put it to his ear, and switched his tone to an impeccable gentleness: "Sister Zhiwei, it's me."
"Tsk,"
Pei Zhiwei snorted lightly on the other end, with a bit of laziness as if she was used to it, "Don't learn from my short-lived brother, be a good person.
Pei Zhiwei: "It's alright, I'm hanging up now. I'm busy with next week's bidding."
"etc!"
Zhui Lian almost rushed to speak, asking quickly, "Sister Zhiwei, are you getting married?"
"yes."
Pei Zhiwei answered straightforwardly.
There was a faint click, and she seemed to be lighting a cigarette. Her words revealed the calmness after weighing the pros and cons: "You should also know what kind of old foxes the Pei family is. After Ah Yu's death, it was even more..." "Forget it, let's not talk about this."
Pei Zhiwei suddenly changed the subject with a dull expression, saying, "Anyway, the Fu family is a good fit."
Zhui Lian didn't say anything, only her breathing rose and fell slightly.
On the other end of the phone, Pei Zhiwei took a puff of cigarette and suddenly asked, "What about you guys? When will you return to S City?"
Yu Peizhi answered on his behalf.
His tone sounded helpless, just the right amount of helplessness: "I'm not sure yet. The weather is bad here, and the plane can't leave."
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Zhui Lian with a gentle gaze: "Don't you agree, Lian Lian?"
Zhui Lian avoided Yu Peizhi's gaze and did not respond.
She just spoke into the phone and said a request in a very calm tone, as if she was crazy: "Sister Zhiwei, I want to attend your wedding."
It’s not about whether I can participate, it’s about whether I want to participate.
This is a test, but also the fastest way to escape the current deadlock by finally jumping in front of Zhui Lian.
She had to try anyway.
The sound of burning tobacco and the friction of the lighter cover are subtle and deep.
The smoke seemed to muffle Pei Zhiwei's voice. After a long while, she slowly spoke and said, "Okay."
"It just so happens that Fu Dongli has to go to X City to discuss some matters tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Since the plane can't leave, let him take you two back to S City."
Hearing this, Zhui Lian almost immediately looked at Yu Peizhi, anticipating what excuse he would find to refuse.
However, Yu Peizhi actually agreed, and agreed very quickly.
He glanced at Zhui Lian and replied, his voice even holding a gentle smile: "Okay, then I'll trouble Sister Zhiwei and Mr. Fu."
"Okay." Pei Zhiwei said, "I'll ask Fu Dongli to contact you."
The phone was hung up.
Yu Peizhi held the phone and turned to Zhui Lian, his eyes covering her like water.
Invisible, yet everywhere.
Zhui Lian's scalp tingled when she was looked at by him. She turned away instantly and tried to walk towards the bedroom door.
"Baby."
Yu Peizhi grabbed her wrist.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Yu Peizhi sighed softly, "Lianlian clearly said she wanted to know the reason, and now that she really knows, she's so scared again."
"Just now you said you'd try to accept the real me, but it turns out it was all... all lies."
He seemed to be extremely stubborn about whether his true self was accepted, and once again looked at Zhui Lian with resentment in his eyes.
Once again, this matter was mentioned again.
"No, I just..." Zhui Lian denied, choosing her words carefully. "It takes some time to digest and accept."
"Is that so?" Yu Peizhi looked at Zhui Lian with interest, and suddenly leaned in closer to ask, "How long is this little while? Is it a lifetime?"
The warm breath fell on Zhui Lian's ears, but he felt it was like a fine rain of needles.
Seeing that she seemed unable to answer, Yu Peizhi suddenly burst into laughter.
After a while of being sick, he suddenly asked, "Isn't Lianlian curious?"
Zhui Lian tried to pull her hand back, but failed.
She could only follow his lead and ask, "What are you curious about?"
"I'm curious about how I met Sister Zhiwei, and why Sister Zhiwei is willing to tell me so much—"
Yu Peizhi's fingertips stroked the skin of her wrist and smiled, "I'm curious about how much I know about that person..."
Zhui Lian lowered her eyelashes and stared at the gap between the floor tiles.
She dodged the question calmly: "I just want to go back to S City."
She could be curious, but not now.
"Ah... so." Yu Peizhi looked a little sad, "But I really want to tell you."
Zhui Lian faced him and said good-temperedly, "Then tell me."
"Ah..." Yu Peizhi let go of his hand with a smile, a hint of regret in his tone, "Forget it, I suddenly don't want to talk about it anymore."
He floated away lightly, leaving only the words: "I'm going to make dinner."
It was almost dusk, but the sky outside the window was gray and cloudless.
The light seeped in thinly, casting vague shadows of the panes on the floor.
Zhui Lian looked at Yu Peizhi's back, but her mind was even more chaotic and noisy.
All the mysteries seemed to have been answered, but it was only an appearance.
Pei Zhiwei's reaction on the phone, Yu Peizhi's eyes that seemed to see through everything, and... the golden-haired ghost that was glimpsed briefly in the basement of the abandoned warehouse.
Cold, pale, and lifeless.
Yu Peizhi insisted that it had nothing to do with him and he had never seen it.
Who could that be?
Who could it be?
The clues were too fragmented and the details too bizarre for her to distinguish.
The sweet and bitter scent seemed to be floating faintly in the air again.
Zhui Lian held her head, wondering how much truth and how much lies were spoken by everyone around her who talked to her?
After finding the backup phone Xiaoxu gave her, Zhui Lian chose to use it and logged into her WeChat account.
Only Xiaoxu is added to this account.
Zhui Lian: [Xiao Xu, are you there? I need your help.]
Zhui Lian: [I have to apologize to you first before telling you this... I put something on Lulu. If you can find it after school today, can you help me mail it out?]
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The author has something to say: I'm so sleepy, I'll revise it tomorrow, I can't write anymore [burst into tears] This chapter is a transitional chapter, it's relatively flat, and the writing is a bit stuck
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