Chapter 31 Locator "I had no choice but to install it on Lianlian."...
muddy.
Unbearable mud.
When Zhui Lian woke up in the morning, she was still stuck in this sticky mud.
She felt as if all the bones in her body were broken. She frowned uncomfortably and looked around the room with a dazed look in her eyes.
Eye.
The red dots of blinking eyes are quietly appearing behind the heavy curtains, in the eyes of the murals, and in the shadows of the corners.
The tiny camera silently watched her every move.
As expected.
Zhui Lian's expression didn't change much, the numbness had overwhelmed the initial shame and anger.
She pushed herself up and tried to get out of bed, but her legs were so weak that she slipped as soon as her feet touched the ground, and she fell onto the carpet.
A slightly cool hand suddenly emerged from the shadows.
Hold her lower back firmly.
Pei Zhiyu was wearing a black silk nightgown with a loose collar, revealing the lines of her collarbone.
He easily carried her back to the bed and asked her in a low and hoarse voice, but with a sense of satisfaction afterward.
"Baby, are you okay?"
Zhui Lian stared at him and said in a cold voice, "Where's my phone?"
"Ah..." Pei Zhiyu smiled, a lazy, almost nonchalant smile. "That style is too old. I threw it away."
"But that's the latest model this year." Zhui Lian pointed out his lie bluntly.
"Lianlian must have made a mistake."
Pei Zhiyu raised his hand and stroked her messy hair, saying patiently, "That's clearly a model from three years ago."
"Hmm..." He seemed to be thinking, recalling what Zhui Lian's phone looked like, "It seems... the brand is Mihong?"
This is a model from three years ago.
Mihong mobile phone.
Zhui Lian closed her eyes.
It was the spare phone Xiaoxu gave her.
She had been carefully hiding it in the big box full of miscellaneous items that she brought back from Heping Community, but unexpectedly it was discovered.
"Pei Zhiyu."
Dry, dull, and astringent.
This is the current state of Zhui Lian's voice.
She said, "Give me back the pendant."
"The baby's voice sounds very bad. I'll go get some water for the baby." Pei Zhiyu stood up and muttered to himself, as if he didn't hear what Zhui Lian said at all.
"Give it back to me."
Zhui Lian used up the last of her strength, grabbed the other person's sleeve, and held on tightly, not letting him go. "Pei Zhiyu, give me back Xunli's pendant!"
"Lianlian, don't mention him."
Pei Zhiyu half-knelt down and looked at Zhui Lian who was sitting on the bed. His eyes were gentle and his voice was soft.
But the gentler and softer the words, the more terrifying it was: "I'll be angry."
Then, he gently pulled his sleeve away from Zhui Lian's hand and walked towards the door.
"How long are you going to keep me locked up?" Zhui Lian asked tiredly, covering his forehead.
Pei Zhiyu stopped at the door and looked back sideways. The light and shadow divided his face into light and dark boundaries, just like him now.
He looks very similar to Qiao Xunli, but his temperament is that of the blond boy, who is bold and mischievous.
"How long will it take? Let me think..." Pei Zhiyu tilted his head, as if he was really thinking about an interesting question, "Lianlian knows a lot of my secrets."
"Logically, I should have killed Lianlian."
He sighed softly, his words were cruel, but his tone was innocent, "But I like Lianlian too much, I can't bear to let her go, what should I do? How about Lianlian confess to me first--"
"What did you do?"
What she did
What can she do? In other words, aren't most of what she can do what Pei Zhiyu specifically wants her to do?
Including finding out his true identity.
The information about Youai Hospital that Bai Yanzha gave her mentioned that Youai Hospital had only opened in S City three years ago. It was famous for its medical beauty technology and its largest investor was named Pei.
And Yu Peizhi just happened to start living in S City three years ago.
Half a year ago, the day after Yu Peizhi's vasectomy, Youai Hospital announced its closure.
As for the others——
Zhui Lian suddenly raised her eyes and saw Yu Peizhi slowly taking something out of the right pocket of his nightgown.
A very small sealed bag containing a thin strand of golden hair.
She found it in the old room of the Pei family at that time.
Pei Zhiyu's hand quickly reached to the left again.
There was another sealed bag, and inside was a black hair.
She secretly took it from Pei Zhiyu, who was still known as "Yu Peizhi".
And this is... this is... the two sealed bags that I secretly sent to the appraisal institute on the first floor of the mall while accompanying Pei Zhiwei to try on jewelry!
"You...how did you know?" Zhui Lian could hardly breathe.
"Sometimes, I feel that Lianlian actually thinks very well of me."
Pei Zhiyu weighed the two sealed bags and chuckled softly, "Lianlian didn't agree to let me install surveillance cameras at home, so I had no choice but to install them on Lianlian."
On her?
Zhui Lian felt a little creepy for a moment.
“It’s a locator.”
Pei Zhiyu smiled gently and slowly.
He smiled gradually.
He revealed that clammy, cold, and eerie expression of a voluptuous ghost, his dark pupils filled with a thick mist of pleasure. "Coat, shirt, pants, shoes, cell phone...anything is fine."
"Underwear, panties..." He continued to check.
Seeing Zhui Lian's face growing paler, he suddenly clapped his hands and laughed out loud, a hearty laugh. "I was kidding you, I was kidding you! Of course I haven't pretended in a place like that before, Lian Lian!"
"but--"
The laughter stopped, and Pei Zhiyu seemed to find this idea very interesting. He touched his chin and began to ponder, "This seems to be a good idea. How about we try it now? I remember there are still a lot of locators in the drawer beside the bed."
Pei Zhiyu walked over, squatted beside the bedside table, and opened the drawer.
Zhui Lian turned her face away, she didn't want to look.
I dare not look.
"Ah..." He sighed subtly, "It seems to be gone."
Zhui Lian calmed her violently beating heart and turned her head slightly.
I saw another frame of face changing.
Pei Zhiyu looked rather hurt at this moment, and changed the subject: "But Lianlian, really, if you want to know who your husband is, why do you have to ask others?"
"Why not just ask me directly?" he murmured, "Why do I have to look for someone else? Why do I have to contact so many people? I have always...always..."
"I'm waiting for you to ask me..."
A huge sense of absurdity swept over her, and Zhui Lian was speechless.
She took a deep breath and could only stare at the two sealed bags in the other person's hand, trying to keep her head calm.
"ah……"
But Pei Zhiyu's mood always changed so quickly. He suddenly slapped his head, as if remembering something, "I almost forgot what Lianlian asked just now."
"How long? Then...keep it up until Lianlian can only see me."
His laughter was light, and his tone was cheerful, as if he had no idea of the madness and terror underlying his words. "Or, lock us up here until we all die, okay, Lianlian?"
Pillows, bedding, bedside lamp...
Zhui Lian picked them all up and threw them hard at Pei Zhiyu who was walking towards the door.
Click——
What greeted her was the bedroom door ruthlessly closing.
From that day on, this Gothic villa became a real prison.
The high iron net was electrified, and all external exits were blocked, with alarms that screamed violently if anyone crossed the line.
All electronic devices disappeared, the Internet was cut off, and even the landline phones were busy.
Countless greedy eyes, flashing a faint red light.
Countless birds are constantly capturing images of their lover day and night.
And in this cage, the only and eternal jailer and companion—
Only Pei Zhiyu.
He's not going anywhere.
The identity of painter Yu Peizhi was forgotten, and investments, interpersonal relationships, and reputation seemed to have become dust not worth mentioning.
His whole world had morbidly shrunk to just this gloomy house... and his poor little wife who had nowhere to escape to in the house.
Pei Zhiyu's "company" is so intensive that it is suffocating.
Either by the smooth kitchen countertop, or on the long oak dining table in the dining room, or in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that cover the entire wall of the study, or even in the spacious living room, on the lush, bright and vibrant green plants.
In the scorching garden, the irises were scattered about, and their petals stained Zhui Lian's snow-white calves.
The water in the outdoor swimming pool rippled violently and then returned to calm, just like her futile struggles.
Endless.
When blindfolded, other senses are infinitely magnified.
Breathe, touch, whisper.
Every frame became torture.
But when the other party stood still and just looked at Zhui Lian with a controlling look, her time seemed to be stretched to an incomparable length.
Humiliation, but humiliation is accompanied by the emptiness of being unable to control oneself.
Pei Zhiyu seemed to want to get back all the madness and possessiveness that he had suppressed while playing the role over the past few years, with interest.
"Lianlian, look," he panted in her ear, very excited, "We're back... back to the mode you're most familiar with... This is the us you wanted, isn't it?"
Zhui Lian often didn't say a word, and when she was extremely angry, she would raise her hand.
She just wanted to slap Pei Zhiyu.
Waking up with soreness all over the body has become a normal thing for Zhui Lian.
The smell of absinthe filled the entire villa. The worst time was in the dim audio-visual room, when Pei Zhiyu teased her more and more, but stopped at the critical point with malicious intent, refusing to give her relief.
"Call me husband."
Pei Zhiyu's fingertips touched her lips, his eyes full of burning desire, "Say it out, Lianlian, say it out, tell your husband, what do you want?"
The feeling of having your body go against your will is unbearable.
But Zhui Lian opened his mouth and dug his teeth into Pei Zhiyu's fingers with such hateful force.
She kicked him with all her might, her movements were very loud: "I want you to die! Pei Zhiyu, why don't you die!" Then something slipped down to her ankle.
Hanging, hanging.
Pei Zhiyu chuckled, reached out and picked up the thing, and held it in front of him.
"Lianlian, I'm dead," he licked his lips and said slowly, "Who will wash this for you?"
Shame, extreme.
Zhui Lian reached out to grab it: "Give it back to me, don't touch my things!"
Pei Zhiyu easily dodged her hand, a look of anger rising between his eyebrows: "In the past three years, which pair of your underwear was not washed by me? Huh? Now you know you're turning your back on me and don't want it anymore?"
"Who can't wash a few torn pairs of underwear?"
Zhui Lian gritted her teeth and said, "There are plenty of people who can wash my clothes. Are you the only one with hands and feet who can turn the faucet?"
"other people?"
Those two words made Pei Zhiyu take a deep breath, as if he was going to be unable to breathe in the next second, and his expression turned cold in an instant.
"Okay, fine. You don't want me to wash it, right? Wait for someone else, right?"
"Then don't wear them anymore."
The final word.
The air suddenly stagnated.
Pei Zhiyu tilted his head and revealed an extremely evil smile, as if he had turned back into the lawless and evil boy from Xiting High School. "You should be used to it, my baby."
He leaned closer, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe, and lowered his voice, like a devil's whisper:
"Anyway, you didn't have much chance to wear it in England back then, did you?"
Those dim and dull memories came back instantly.
Pei Zhiyu was always smiling back then. His tone was so light, yet his words were so suffocating: "What are you wearing? You'll have to take it off later anyway, so please."
The upper teeth touch the lower teeth.
A little tremor.
Now, Pei Zhiyu in front of him was still talking. He held Zhui Lian's face and said, "Is Lian Lian scared?"
"Don't be afraid, as long as you don't run, we... will always be the same as before." He lowered his head and wanted to kiss Zhui Lian's pale lips.
Zhui Lian suddenly raised her hand——
Pop.
She slapped Pei Zhiyu with all her strength.
That night, all the underwear disappeared completely from all the wardrobes, drawers, and even every possible hiding corner.
As if they never existed.
The suppressed anger finally burst out, and Zhui Lian began to smash things frantically.
Pei Zhiyu followed her slowly, as if enjoying an interesting performance, watching her smashing from the first floor all the way to the fifth floor.
Antique vases, decorative paintings by famous artists, jade ornaments, ceramic artworks...she smashed everything she saw.
Smash it and throw it away, throw it away and smash it again.
Trying to bury all the luxury within sight with a mess.
until--
Zhui Lian staggered to a stop at the stairs leading to the sixth floor and fell to the ground.
An old brass lock was firmly hung on the iron door leading to the sixth floor. She raised her hand and pushed it, but it wouldn't open.
This is a locked, impenetrable door.
Pei Zhiyu came over, holding her lower back with his warm palm, and said in an incredibly gentle voice: "Baby, are you tired?"
He lovingly brushed her sweat-soaked hair off her forehead and said, "Let's go back. I asked Uncle Xu to bring over a lot of your favorite snacks. They won't taste good if they get cold."
"What's behind this door?" Zhui Lian looked at him coldly, looking at the bright red slap marks on his face that had not yet faded from where she had slapped him.
She said, "Open it, open it for me, I want to go in and smash it."
"Here?"
Pei Zhiyu's gaze also penetrated the iron door on the sixth floor. It became a little vague, and his voice unconsciously became lighter. "They are just some worthless old gadgets."
"It's very dusty inside, nothing to see..."
He avoided her request and tried to pull her up. "Lianlian, if you haven't smashed enough, I'll ask someone to send a truckload of porcelain over for you to smash later, okay?"
“I want to go in!”
Zhui Lian shook off his hand and pointed at the door stubbornly, "I'm going to smash whatever's in there right now!"
"Be good, baby, stop making trouble."
Pei Zhiyu seemed to sigh. He raised his hand, picked the person up, and pressed him into his arms, suppressing all struggles. "If Lianlian doesn't like porcelain, I'll ask them to send you something else to smash. Let's go down first, okay?"
"Uncle Xu is old, don't let him wait for us too long."
He made the final decision and went downstairs with Zhui Lian in his arms.
Zhui Lian struggled violently, and finally turned back to take a last look at the iron gate.
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The author has something to say: Seriously remind you, if you encounter someone like Xiao Pei in real life, run away and send him to jail. He is truly not a human being! [Question mark]
After watching this mad dog go crazy in this chapter, Lianmei's mind starts to come back in the next chapter. She will start thinking about how to escape.
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