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Peng Haobai's grandfather was sitting in the study room with a pocket watch in his arms. He wore a beige, old-fashioned coat with buckles, and a sandalwood necklace around his neck. His hair was gray, and he exuded the aura of an old gramps.

"This is Vianne."

Grandpa Peng's aura was so strong that he looked like a gentle old man. When he stood up and approached me, I couldn't help but gasp.

He opened his mouth and repeated my name.

"Yes..."

My voice was trembling.

"The Lu family's daughter, her parents were raised by Mu Huainan after they died. Later on, she became pregnant with their child, but that old fox was unwilling to have a child, so she got rid of them. In order to avoid him, you left the country and stayed with Peng Haobai until now, right?"

In one breath, he narrated all the things that had happened to me in the past few years.

I listened to him, clutching my heart.

His emotions were in turmoil, and his face was flushed. He didn't know how to reply.

"Grandfather!" Peng Haobai opened his mouth, and scolded: "What are you doing!"

"You shut up."

Grandfather Peng glared at Peng Haobai, but the look in his eyes made Peng Haobai not dare to say anything.

From the looks of it, he was extremely afraid of his grandfather.

"You're right."

"Then what is your purpose for getting close to my grandson?" Grandpa Peng said straightforwardly: "If it's just to find a shelter and don't let Mu Huainan continue torturing you, then I'm sorry, I don't agree."

"I …" Compared to Grandpa Peng, my aura is too weak.

"It's not what you think."

"Then what?"

"Mu Huainan and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. I hate him because he cruelly killed my child."

Grandpa Peng was expressionless.

"You said you hated him? How much hatred, to the point of wanting to kill him? "

I hesitated for a few seconds, but then nodded.

"Yes, I hate him. I wish I could kill him."

Grandfather Peng thought for a few seconds. He leaned against the table and picked up the tea from within, gently wiping off the tea leaves on it, and after taking a sip, he raised his head and looked at me: "So that means you came close to Peng Haobai because you wanted to use him to take revenge?"

This old man called Peng Pu had left traps everywhere for me, and I had to be very careful with this old man who seemed to be gentle.

"That's not it..."

I couldn't explain why I had to marry Peng Haobai. I didn't know why, but I was forced to do it step by step.

Not because of revenge, but because of love.

I had no choice but to turn my gaze to Peng Haobai and ask for his help.

Peng Haobai was also in a difficult situation. His expression was very bad, and he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

He was truly afraid of his grandfather.

I heard something drop on the table and turned to look. There was a stack of photographs on the table.

I looked down.

It was a picture that was taken when I was with An Fang and pointed my gun at Mu Huainan.

Behind him was Peng Haobai who was covered in blood.

My hands shook.

"You fired, right?" asked me.

I nodded slightly, unsure.

Peng Pi stretched out his hand and spread out the photo on the table, revealing the photo below.

"But …" Peng Pi suddenly let out a complicated sigh, "You missed. You missed your ear."

After the gunshot, Mu Huainan's left cheek was taken out of the picture of blood.

As I watched and listened to the sigh, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Crafty old fox, I can't figure out his purpose at all, much less know how to guard against him.

"You … "What do you mean …"

"You deliberately missed, didn't you?"

"I …" I said guiltily, "I didn't …"

"With such a close distance, if it wasn't intentional, it would have been impossible for him to miss." Peng Pu continued, "You are an intelligent girl. You should know that if you were to miss this opportunity, you might not be able to kill him in your entire lifetime."

After hearing what he said, I suddenly felt somewhat puzzled.

"Why are you so concerned about whether I can kill Mu Huainan?"

Peng Pi smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

My tone was already very bad.

Marrying Peng Haobai wasn't something I had to beg him to marry, why am I being questioned like this by his grandfather?

I feel very uncomfortable.

"Because you can't do it. You can't forget that man."

I was stunned.

Peng Haobai finally could not hold it in anymore.

"Grandfather!"

"Miss Lu, please answer my question." The pompous overbearing, let my mind have no place to escape.

"What is your motive for marrying my grandson?"

I couldn't help but clench my fists, and the fire in my heart burned hotter and hotter.

In the beginning, I only treated him with care because I respected him as Peng Haobai's grandfather. However, no matter how strong he was, he shouldn't be so disrespectful.

From the very beginning, he had exposed my unbearable pain and soreness to the sun.

It was like forcefully tearing open a wound that I had just healed.

Then he began to suspect me and to use those so-called photographs as evidence.

Since he suspects me so much, he doesn't want me to marry into their Peng Family.

I, Lu Weian, truly do not need it.

"Master Peng." I took a deep breath and looked up at him.

"It was Peng Haobai who proposed to me, not me who insisted on coming to your house. This is number one. "

"Secondly, I feel that you, Master Peng, are even more suspicious than me regarding my goal."

As I spoke, I observed the pompous expression on my face.

The corner of his eyebrows rose slightly.

"Miss Lu say it, why is it suspicious?"

"Since Master Peng has this photo, it means that your men were present at the scene. Since that is the case, then given how nervous the situation was, how could you not immediately send someone to save Peng Haobai when Peng Haobai was on the verge of death? Isn't it too suspicious?"

"Afterwards, I let Ye Fei say that he didn't know about it, that you didn't know about it, and that I actually believed him."

"I really didn't know that the photo was handed to me after that day." Master Peng slowly walked back to his seat and leaned against the back of the chair, calm and relaxed.

"That's not important. What's important is that the person who could take such a picture at such a crucial moment must have received training to be able to hide himself well enough so that no one would notice him. Therefore, it should have been planted by you, Master Peng."

Peng Pu suddenly laughed with great interest.

"Go on."

"I heard that the reason why Peng Haobai was taken away to An Fang was because perfumery sent people to bomb his garage. I couldn't understand it at first, but why did they bomb his garage? I don't think you're that naive. "

I laughed coldly and then continued, "Now I finally understand, because the explosion of the garage was the trigger for all of this. You have long prepared everything and are waiting for Peng Haobai to bring me back right?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to figure out everything about me, and the bombing of the garage wouldn't have happened so coincidentally, just as we were coming back.

The only thing that made sense was that all of this had been planned beforehand.

"I'm done."

I took a deep breath and stared at the old man.

I did not divulge my intentions, but I think that regardless of whether Peng Haobai knew about this matter from before, he should have understood it by now.

If my analysis is all correct, then his grandfather is only using us as tools to kill Mu Huainan.

In his eyes, I was just a tool.

To my surprise, his grandson became his tool.

"Forgive my words, Peng Haobai is your biological grandson after all. It's fine if you use me, but I can even disregard his life. It's really not worth it."

In the quiet room was a somewhat astonished old man and a youth who could not recover from his shock.

"Then that's it." I took off my ring and walked in front of Peng Haobai.

He looked at me with eyes like the depths of the ocean.

"These are just my speculations. Hopefully, it won't affect your relationship with your grandfather." As I spoke, I returned the ring to him. "I'm sorry, I can't marry you anymore."

After saying that, I turned around and left.

"Xiao Wei!"

Peng Haobai grabbed my arm.

I pulled away easily.

"You shouldn't be looking for me now. You should talk to your grandfather."

It was probably because they lacked communication that they became like this.

As I reached the door, I heard a bass voice behind me.

"Wait."

I stopped.

"You're smarter than I expected."

Are you trying to praise me?

"Help me get rid of Mu Huainan, I agree to the marriage between you and Haoyue."

I couldn't help but sneer.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to."

"Didn't you hate him as well?" "If you help me achieve my goal, I will help you take back the Lu."

My heart sank.

Lu...

That's my weak spot, the thing I tried to take back from Mu Huainan using all my powers.

I thought about it for a few seconds and eventually shook my head.

Even though the conditions he gave are tempting, but I also hate Mu Huainan so much that I can't wait for him to die, so that I could have a peaceful life to live.

But...

"Sorry, I don't want to use marriage as a bargaining chip."

I've betrayed myself once, and I'll never forget how terrible it was.

"I'll give you time to think."

"No need."

After saying that, I left without looking back.

Peng Haobai did not chase after me. In front of his grandfather, all the thorns of light around his body had been pulled out.

I walked on the streets of Mu City alone. The autumn of Mu City was getting colder and colder.

It was probably close to winter.

I think I should actually thank Master Peng.

If he hadn't made me react in time, I would have sold myself out of gratitude.

If I really marry Peng Haobai, I might really be stuck between An Fang and the perfumery, stuck in a dilemma.

I sighed heavily and looked up at the gray sky. It was almost completely dark now, and the neon lights around me were starting to light up in twos and threes.

It was a little cold.

I found a nearby tea shop, went in and ordered a cup of hot milk, and sat by the window, suddenly relieved.

There were lovers outside the window, friends, mother and daughter, and I was alone.

Counting them, the Lu had been dead for ten years.

I grew up to be the mother of a ten-year-old child.

I took out my cell phone. There was a photo of 99 on the screen.

As long as I see my 99, no matter how big the sadness, no matter how difficult the past, I can survive.

For my ninety-nine, I am willing to do anything.

Thinking about it this way, I'm not alone.