C11

Butler Hu brought breakfast every half hour, but it was always different.

Housekeeper Hu didn't coax her to eat in the same way.

"Madam, the rice flour belongs to Gui Lin. We have a master from the kitchen who came back from Gui Lin with endless resources. Try it, it won't taste good."

"Well, put it there, thank you."

"Madam, have a taste of this Chongqing noodle, an exclusive secret recipe that you can't taste outside. I heard you like spicy food, I'm sure you'll like it."

"Thank you, I'll eat it later."

"Madam, why don't you try a light one? Chicken soup dumplings have very thin skin, and each bite is full of juice. It's very tasty."

"Thank you, Butler Hu."

Every time Butler Hu brought food into the room, Pei Qingcheng would not get angry and replied warmly, but she did not move her chopsticks.

Housekeeper Hu sighed as the phone in his pocket rang.

There was no need to say that it was Dint's assistant. He asked if his wife had eaten yet.

Butler Hu placed the food on the table and left the room.

"Hello, Dint's Helper." Butler Hu answered the phone and walked downstairs, "Madam still hasn't eaten. She just drank some water. "Aiya, why haven't I changed my style? I've tried all sorts of ways to cook breakfast for her, and she didn't say that she wouldn't eat it, so she just said to leave it there. I'll go there in half an hour and leave it untouched. I can't just go there to feed her, can I?"

Ding Han also sighed. Even if it was a form of feeding, it would have to be me personally.

Today, Pei Qingcheng did not go to the company as she did not know much about the business. Furthermore, she was not in a good mood today, so she was too lazy to move.

She lay on the deck chair and looked up at the sky. It was a fine day, and the sun was shining.

Even though it was freezing cold outside, the balcony was sealed with insulated glass. Only the sunlight could be felt, but the cold wind could not blow in at all.

Housekeeper Hu brought breakfast up in half an hour. She had no appetite. Although she knew that if she didn't eat, Housekeeper Hu and the rest would be punished, she couldn't force herself to eat even if she didn't want to.

During lunch time, Pei Qingcheng still had not eaten yet.

She was taking a bath and rubbing the spots on her neck and chest. But she had rubbed her skin red, and when the red faded, the spots were still there.

How could the imprint from last night be removed so quickly?

Why was she so confused, so drunk after a few beers, that she thought of Ye Wen as Yin Ha?

Yin Hai and Ye Wen were clearly different people.

Their eyes were completely different. Yin He was always gentle and refined, while Ye Ye Ye Wen's eyes seemed as if there was a huge dragon hidden in them. He could leap out at any time and swallow his opponent into his stomach.

Ye Wen was a dangerous person, so even though he treated Pei Qingcheng extremely well, she did not know what he wanted to do.

She finished her shower and came out of the bathroom in her bathrobe.

In the large outer hall, she saw Nighteyes, who was staring at her intently.

It was only one in the afternoon. Shouldn't he be at the company? Why was he back?

But it was none of her business.

Pei Qingcheng walked past him indifferently, yet she did not expect him to hold her hand, "You haven't eaten since morning?"

Pei Qingcheng struggled as she tried to struggle free from his grasp, "It has nothing to do with you!"

However, she didn't know if it was because she hadn't eaten any rice in the morning and didn't have any strength left. Instead, she was wrapped in his embrace. As she slightly raised her head, she saw bits and pieces of strawberries on Ye Wen's neck.

She turned her head in disgust. "Chairman Ye, please let me go."

Two of his fingers brushed against her wet hair as he held onto her shoulders, "Let's dry our hair first."

"No need to work hard." "Don't worry, I won't starve myself to death. Since I already have the face to beg for your help, I will naturally not die."

But Ye Wen didn't say anything, he just directly pressed her down on the sofa, then held the blow-dryer to help blow her hair.

A warm wind blew past her ears, as if it was slowly calming her frantic heart.

Butler Hu brought the lunch over. With a tired voice mixed with the noise from the blow-pipe, he asked, "Is the chicken soup good?"

"Good, what's wrong with that?" Pei Qingcheng laughed coldly, "Do I even have a choice?"

After blowing on her hair, Pei Qingcheng and Ye Ye Chen sat facing each other. On the table, steaming hot dishes were placed.

Ye Wen was serving her soup. The yellow chicken soup was rippling with green onions in a white porcelain bowl.

A spoonful of chicken soup was placed on her lips. Pei Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, but there was no way for her to reject it. She could only open her mouth and drink it.

The chicken soup was very hot, and it looked very cool on the surface, but it was actually very hot on the inside. Pei Qingcheng jumped up from her chair, and swallowed the chicken soup in her mouth or vomited it out.

Nightingale quickly picked up the glass of ice water from the table and drank a mouthful before grabbing onto the back of Pei Qingcheng's head, blocking her lips. Before she could even struggle, she felt the cold water slowly flow into her mouth, neutralizing the cold water and the chicken soup.

She swallowed the chicken soup along with the ice-cold water, and her mouth was no longer hot.

"Is your tongue okay?" Ye Wen looked at her with concern. "Qing Qing, I'm sorry."

"No need to say sorry, Chairman Ye. I can't afford it." Pei Qingcheng laughed sarcastically, "Even if you apologize, this is not it. You know that Yin Ha's things are extremely precious to me. I hope you won't touch it again."

Nightingale lowered her eyes and walked to the door, holding the doorknob without turning her head back. "Since you hate me, you'll only have the strength to continue hating me after eating. I'm waiting for the day when you're full of energy to defeat me."

Pei Qingcheng watched as Ye Wen walked out of the room, feeling the numbness on her tongue. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "I will, there will definitely be a day!"

With that, she picked up the bowl and began to dig through it.

A year's time quickly passed by. At that time, she must leave this demon's side as soon as possible!

Is there anything scarier than a demon who takes care of you?

When he was full, he leaned back in his chair. It was much better to have a full stomach than a hungry one.

The phone rang and she looked at it lazily. It was an unfamiliar number.

She didn't answer, but the phone continued to ring.

He had no choice but to pick it up. It was the voice of an unfamiliar man.

"Pei Qingcheng?"

"I am."

"Is Pei Zhijun your brother?"

"Yes." Pei Qingcheng could not help but sit up straight as she nervously asked, "Where are you?"

"This is Northern Steep Prison. Pei Zhijun hid an iron spoon after lunch today and then used it to kill himself."

"What?" Pei Qingcheng felt as though her head was about to explode. It was as if she had bitten her tongue, and a sharp pain spread through her body, "Suicide? Did my brother commit suicide?"

"Yes."

"Then, how is he now?" Pei Qingcheng clutched the phone tightly as she placed one hand on the back of the sofa.

"They are now being sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. According to the regulations, we have to inform the family members before we know the specific condition of the prisoner."

In other words, her brother was still alive?

A glimmer of hope burned in Pei Qingcheng's heart as she forced herself to stand up and walk towards the cloakroom, "May I ask which hospital it is? I'll be there immediately!"

"You can't come, we just have to inform you according to the regulations. If the rescue is ineffective, we will arrange for families to meet."

What kind of logic was this? He would rather die than live, wouldn't he?

"Hey, I want to meet my brother. Please tell me if he's here." Before Pei Qingcheng could finish her sentence, she ended the call.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Pei Qingcheng shouted a few times into the phone, but the other party had already hung up.

When he called her again, it was another person who answered. He said in a businesslike tone that the person who had just called had already left the office and that he did not know of the things that Pei Qingcheng had mentioned.

She walked around the room in a panic. What to do? What should he do?

She couldn't sit still and wait. What if her brother couldn't save her? Could it be that she couldn't even see him one last time?

Pei Qingcheng walked into the cloakroom and fumbled for a set of clothes to wear before rushing out in a hurry.

In the living room downstairs, Nightingale was chatting with Song Yeyang and the satellite. Seeing Pei Qingcheng coming down the stairs, Song Yeyang waved enthusiastically at her, "Sister-in-law, good afternoon. Today's dessert is muffins. Do you want to sit down and have some?"

Pei Qingcheng cast a glance at them before rushing out of the living room.

The three men in the living room controlled the economy of Mo City.

If Pei Qingcheng wanted to know which hospital her brother was in, she could just find him.

However, she didn't want to find him.

Without him, the world would have turned.

Especially after what had happened last night, she did not want to take another look at him.

She ran out of the mansion and asked Steward Hu, "Which car can we drive?"

Butler Hu pointed at the garage in front of them and said, "You can take any one of them!"

"Give me any car keys!" Pei Qingcheng extended a hand towards Butler Hu. Butler Hu hesitated for a moment before taking out a key and passed it to her, "That Rolls-Royce is safer, but Madam, are you sure you don't need a driver to drive it for you?"

If she wanted a driver, she would know every place she went.

She did not want to live under the control of fatigue.

She took the key that Housekeeper Hu had given her. "Thank you."

Housekeeper Hu was scared out of his wits as he watched Pei Qingcheng drive the car to the door of the Manor where Xiaomeng was waiting. He then hurriedly went back to report to Ye Wen.

"Sir, Madame drove away. I don't know where she went."

"Yes." The representative got it.

Housekeeper Hu didn't dare to say anything else and left the living room.

Song Yeyang looked at the door for a long time before retracting his gaze, "What's going on? Sister-in-law seems to be in a bad mood today! "

The satellite thought for a moment. "Sister-in-law's expression is nervous. Something must have happened."

Nightingale was curled up on the sofa with his legs crossed and a cigar between his fingers. The green smoke curled up in front of his face and formed a layer of mist.

"Master." Ding Han bent down and whispered, "Why don't I check?"