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The breakfast was as bountiful as ever, all being something that Pei Qingcheng liked.

Butler Hu picked up the egg roll and placed it on Pei Qingcheng's plate, "Madam, you don't look too good, please eat more."

"Thank you."

At this moment, the phone in the living room rang, and the flower girl answered: "Hello, Dint, yes, how is mister?"

Hearing that it was Ding Han, Butler Hu rushed into the living room.

Pei Qingcheng's hands trembled as her fork struck the bottom of her plate, causing an ear-piercing screech to ring out.

She couldn't help but hold her breath as she listened to the young mistress's incessant mmm, but she also didn't know what she was talking about on the phone.

After Sister Hua finished speaking, Butler Hu also took it. He spoke in a low voice, so it was hard to hear what he was saying.

After Butler Hu hung up, the two of them walked back into the restaurant. Sister Hua looked at Pei Qingcheng's plate and called out, "Madam, are the egg rolls not to your liking today?"

Pei Qingcheng looked down at the plate and saw that the egg roll on it had already been broken into pieces by her fork.

She put down her fork and pushed away the plate. "No, I have no appetite. Maybe I didn't sleep last night."

"Then why don't you go up and rest?" Sister Hua hurriedly helped Pei Qingcheng up, "Would you like to take a bath first?"

"No need." Pei Qingcheng followed her out of the dining hall and up the stairs to her room.

Sister Hua did not go in. She stood by the door and said to Pei Qingcheng: "Madam, if you don't want to put in the bath water, then I'll go down first. Would you like me to wake you up for lunch?"

"No need." Pei Qingcheng harrumphed.

"Alright." Sister Hua replied and was about to turn around.

Pei Qingcheng pulled her arm, and the flower lady raised her head in puzzlement, "What's wrong, Madam?"

"Just now." Pei Qingcheng struggled to speak, "Was it Ding Te who called?"

"That's right!"

"So, what did Dint say?"

"Oh, Mr. Dint said Mr. Dint was still unconscious and asked us to take care of you."

"Are you still unconscious?" Pei Qingcheng repeated herself.

"You needn't worry too much, missus." As Sister Hua spoke, she lightly closed the door.

The room was filled with the smell of fatigue.

The faint smell of tobacco and some special herbal detergent on his shirt.

This was a special taste that belonged solely to the tired Ye Chen.

What, he still hasn't woken up?

How deep did that sword of Pei Qingcheng go?

Didn't it not pierce through the internal organs?

Was it because he bled so much and had only drawn so much blood for Pei Zhijun a few days ago? Otherwise, he wouldn't have suffered so much.

She was tired of Ye Xiu. Wasn't that too cruel?

Pei Qingcheng dropped onto the carpet and held her head in her hands.

She thought she would feel free and happy that she had killed Nighteyes with her own hands.

But now that she was tired of living, she couldn't feel a single bit of happiness.

Even if she had taken his life, Yinhan would not have survived.

She just sat there on the carpet with her head in her hands for a long time.

After who knows how long, she remained in this position and fell asleep on the floor.

She had a very chaotic dream. In the dream, there were a lot of people walking around. The footprints were messy. It was hard to tell which ones belonged to which ones.

While she was still struggling in her dream, someone shook her shoulders. Pei Qingcheng struggled to lift her head and glanced at Ding Han. His face was no longer swollen like before he stood in front of her, bent at the waist and stared at her.

"Ding De?" Pei Qingcheng lay curled up on the ground, sleeping for a long time. Her legs were already numb from the pain. Ding Han supported her as he slowly stood up, leaning against the wall.

"Why did you fall asleep on the ground, madam?" Ding Han asked.

"Oh, nothing." Pei Qingcheng wanted to say something, but Ding Han abruptly grabbed her arm and said: "Madam, let's go!"

"Go where?" Pei Qingcheng was stunned for a moment before she suddenly froze. Looking at Ding Han's panicked expression, her voice trembled unnaturally, "Ye Ye, are you awake?"

"Nope." Ding Han shook his head.

Pei Qingcheng's heart pounded wildly, so much so that she could not stand still, and her hands and feet involuntarily trembled.

"Anyway, madam, don't ask anymore. Just come with me, I can't stay at Zhuang Shengxiao's place anymore." Ding Han looked around the room and picked up Pei Qingcheng's bag from the sofa before supporting her out of the room, "You can bring your mobile phone, the rest of the daily necessities are all with you."

"Mo Qingcheng Manor?" Pei Qingcheng looked at Ding Han in puzzlement, "What kind of place is this?"

"A piece of land that I took down a few years ago was used to build a villa, but I was unwilling to sell any of it. I just left it there."

"Why should I go there? "Why can't I stay in Zhuang Shengxiao's dream any longer?" Pei Qingcheng asked.

Ding Han looked at Pei Qingcheng with some hesitation, "Madam, you don't have to ask. There's no time to lose, quickly come with me!"

From the looks of it, Ding Han must be hiding something from Pei Qingcheng.

Pei Qingcheng was stubborn to the point where she couldn't pull the cows back.

She stood there, unwilling to move. "If you don't tell me why, then I won't leave!"

Ding Han had no choice but to sigh and scratch his head, "Madam, can you just listen to me for once?"

"Not good."

"Sigh!" Ding Han could not resist Pei Qingcheng as he looked at his surroundings and spoke in a hushed tone, "Madam, your condition is not too good. I'm afraid that Mister Ye and Madam Ye will come looking for you sooner or later. Mo Qingcheng and the rest do not know of this place, so it's temporarily safe. Please follow me."

Ding Han pulled Pei Qingcheng's arm as he prepared to walk out, but Ding Han's words echoed in her mind.

I'm not in a good condition.

What do you mean?

Does it mean that Ye has not lived for long?

Pei Qingcheng pulled on the door handle forcefully as she stuttered, "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that Ye Ye is tired to death? "

"Madam." Tears welled up in Ding Han's eyes, "My mission is to protect you, just follow me."

With that, Ding Han increased the strength in his hands and forcefully removed the grip on the door handle.

Ding Han had the skills, hence Pei Qingcheng was easily dragged along by him, all the way down the stairs.

Pei Qingcheng's mind was in a daze as she walked past the living room.

The coffee table was broken, and the floor was littered with broken glass and scattered apple skins.

Needless to say, these were the crime scenes that Housekeeper Hu and co. had created for Mr. Ye and Madam Ye to see.

However, Ding Han and the others also knew that Mr. and Madam Ye might also be able to guess the real reason.

If Ye Wen was fine, they could just turn a blind eye to Ding Han's offense. At least Ye Wen would be able to support her.

However, if Ye Wen were to die of fatigue, Pei Qingcheng would probably be skinned alive by Mister Ye and Madam Ye.

Ding Han's duty was to protect Pei Qingcheng.

He dragged Pei Qingcheng out of the main hall and stuffed her into the car parked by the entrance. Then, he personally drove towards the main entrance of the Zhuang Shunxiao Dream.

Soon, the car was out of the courtyard and heading down the mountain.

The Mo Qingcheng Manor that Ding Han was referring to, was located somewhere. Since both Mister Ye and Madam Ye had no idea where it was, it must be a very secretive place.

But now, Pei Qingcheng wasn't worried about her safety at all.

She hoarsely asked Ding Han, who was driving, "How is Nightmare?"

Ding Han drove without a word.

From the reflection of the mirror, Pei Qingcheng could see that Ding Han had an ugly expression on his face. His usual respectful attitude towards her was gone, replaced with icy coldness and even anger.

Ding Han was extremely loyal to Ye Wen. Now that Ye Wen was lying in the hospital, dying from the injuries caused by Pei Qingcheng, Ding Han naturally hated her to the bones. If it wasn't for Ye Wen, he would have already dismembered her into countless pieces.

The more Ding Han ignored her, the more Pei Qingcheng felt angry and helpless.

"I'm talking to you, Ding Han!" Pei Qingcheng could no longer hold it in and shouted at Ding Han.

Ding Han glanced at Pei Qingcheng from the mirror and said coldly, "Madam, I am not afraid of telling you the truth, but I think you will be very happy. "Our lord has lost too much blood, and his wound is still bleeding. He's infected and has a high fever now, so all the top doctors and experts in the city are giving this lord a consultation. I hope this lord will be blessed, but I can't deceive myself."

As he spoke, a stream of tears flowed down Ding Han's face.

This was the first time that Pei Qingcheng saw Ding Han crying. It was as though she was soaking in ice-cold water, from head to toe, as cold as ice.

Even a tough guy like Ding Han could cry, could it be that Ye Wen would really die under her blade this time?

She should be happy. The person she hated the most in her life was finally going to die!

But why did it feel like his heart had fallen into a hole in the ice?

Did she want Ye to die of fatigue, or did she not want him to die?

Pei Qingcheng's hand gripped the corner of her coat tightly as she looked out the window at the rapidly receding trees. The Manor was getting farther and farther away from her, and the car was gradually leaving the city center.

Suddenly, Pei Qingcheng spoke, "Ding Han, drive the carriage to the hospital."

Ding Han froze for a moment, but continued to drive as fast as he could, turning a deaf ear.

"Ding Han, I told you to drive the car back to the hospital! If Ye dies of weariness, you will take the blame for me. Aren't you afraid Ye will skin you alive first? "

"My duty is to protect you, Miss Pei." Ding Han spoke one word at a time, and Pei Qingcheng realized that he had changed the way he addressed her.

"If it wasn't for our lord's orders, I would use you as a sacrifice!" Ding Han gritted his teeth, and a chilling aura exuded from his mouth.

Pei Qingcheng could feel his hatred, but she wasn't afraid of death.

She only had one thought, and that was to go to the hospital. Even if Ye Ye was tired to death, she would still see him die with her own eyes.

"You drive back!" Pei Qingcheng suddenly stood up from the back of the car and twisted the steering wheel, "I do not need anyone's protection. Even if Mr. Ye had chopped me into pieces, I would not have dodged!"

"Pei Qingcheng!" Ding Han bellowed in rage and stepped hard on the brake, stopping at the roadside.

He lay prone on the steering wheel, crying hysterically. He did not care about the fact that Pei Qingcheng was beside him.

Pei Qingcheng dropped onto her seat as she listened to Ding Han's cries.

His wail was like a death knell for Ye Xiwen. Even Ding Han could no longer hold on. It was clear how desperate Ye Wen's situation was.

Maybe, this time around, Pei Qingcheng really wanted to kill him and sacrifice him to Yin Ha.

She should be happy, right?