Song Yuqiao had never felt before that death could be so close.

  At the moment when he brushed past the god of death, a figure pounced from behind and knocked Song Yuqiao to the ground. The two fell onto the green belt by the side of the road, and Song Yuqiao's forehead hit the step, hurting for a moment.

  Behind him, the white private car had quickly driven away.

  Song Yuqiao felt a bit dizzy, the pain on his forehead directly transmitted to the inside of his skull, stirring. It seemed that some chaotic scenes flashed by quickly, unable to capture, but disappeared in the endless black night.

  She felt there was another arm under her that was blocking her way, and she suddenly came back to herself, saying: "Thank you..."

  But the next words were swallowed back into his belly.

  Pei Si Cheng brushed aside the hair in front of Song Yu Qiao's face, "You have nothing to say when you see me?"

  Song Yuqiao shook her head: "How did you end up here?"

  It's a matter of course to ask in one sentence. She even forgot herself, shouldn't she use honorifics towards Pei Si Cheng?

  Pei Si Cheng stood up first, pulled Song Yu Qiao up with one hand, and then bowed his head to pat the dust off her body. Song Yu Qiao jumped back a step as if she had been electrocuted, and only then did she extract herself from Pei Si Cheng's actions, becoming polite again: "Thank you, Director Pei, no need."

  Pei Si Cheng raised his eyes and saw a purple bruise on Song Yu Qiao's forehead, and he couldn't help but frown. However, looking at Song Yu Qiao's current reaction, it was as if he wanted to distance himself from him immediately.

  Song Yuqiao took a step back and bowed: "Thank you, Director Pei. I'll go upstairs now."

  This time, Pei Si Cheng did not stop him.

  Even without being blocked, Song Yuqiao walked away in a fluster.

  After entering the door, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

  Song Shuying was lounging on the sofa watching TV, and when she saw Song Yuqiao like this, she couldn't help but laugh: "Is there a wolf behind you?"

  Song Yuqiao pulled the corner of his mouth and just realized that the cake he had bought earlier was gone.

  Song Shuying saw Song Yuqiao's action and smiled: "Forgot to buy?"

  "I bought it, just almost got hit by a car downstairs. Maybe I wasn't paying attention, and the thing fell."

  "You bumped your head, go get the first-aid kit and I'll help you take care of it." Song Shuying put down the TV remote control and sat up.

  Song Shuying's surgical skills are very skilled, because before in college, she studied medicine.

  In fact, Father was extremely opposed to it at first, but Song Shuying is even more unruly than Song Yuqiao and has been very opinionated since childhood, even if this opinion is wrong.

  "What car crashed?"

  Song Yuqiao said: "I didn't notice, a white car, originally I was very far away, with several utility poles in between, but when I crossed the road from the middle, that car suddenly accelerated and I didn't even have time to react before it rushed right in front of me."

  Song Shuying furrowed her brow: "And then?"

  "Somebody knocked me down from behind and I hit my head on the stairs. It's nothing serious."

  Song Shuying hesitated for a moment before asking: "Have you offended anyone recently? Why would they use such despicable means?"

  Song Yuqiao shook her head.

  Whether at work or in life, Song Yuqiao is a low-key and gentle person, not making enemies, but there may be some people who don't like her.

  "Tomorrow, find Su Chen to go to the police station to check the surveillance footage. At least we need to know who wants to harm you, so that we can be prepared. Otherwise, if you manage to avoid it once, can you guarantee that you'll be able to avoid it a second time?" Song Shuying helped Song Yuqiao treat her head wound and applied a waterproof band-aid.

  "Uh-huh."

  At the moment when Song Yuqiao stood up, Song Shuying suddenly asked a question: "The person who saved you, is it your boss that you mentioned?"

  "How did you guess?"

  Song Shuying smiled: "Just by looking at your expression, I can tell. Do you want to make it even more obvious?"

  Song Yu returned to her own room, listening to the cheerful ringing of her mobile phone. She walked over to take a look and saw that there were more than a dozen unconnected calls, all from Dai Lina. Really didn't want to answer, or just turn it off. Forget it, even if work is no longer around, there are still feelings, after all, they worked together with Dai Lina for three years.

  "Song Yuqiao, the quotation sheet is urgently needed by Pei's side, contact General Manager Pei now."

  I just met Pei Si Cheng downstairs, why didn't he say anything then?

  Song Yuqiao said: "It's almost eleven o'clock now, even if it's urgent, don't have to be in the middle of the night."

  Dai Lin Ka seemed impatient as well, saying: "General Pei's 7am flight tomorrow, there's only time tonight, aren't you still awake? Send it over now and I'll count it as half a day of paid leave for you tomorrow."

  In front of their superior, a low-ranking employee will always be a low-ranking employee.

  Moreover, Song Yuqiao is still making a living from this now.

  It was midnight, so Song Yuqiao didn't have to be too formal. He casually pulled out a large white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and roughly tied up his hair at the back of his head. Fortunately, he had the price list with him; if he were in the company, he would have had to run another errand.

  Song Yuqiao knocked on the door in front of Song Shuying: "Sister, my boss asked me to deliver some materials, I'll be back in a bit."

  Song Shuying came out wearing a thin nightgown, the kind with suspenders that only reached the top of her thighs.

  Song Yuqiao couldn't help but turn her face away: "Sister, who are you dressing up like this for in the middle of the night?"

  "I sleep like this," Song Shuying said, "which boss? The one who has a crush on you?"

  Song Yuqiao casually responded with an "uh-huh" and was about to head out.

  "What time is it now? You're still going out? I'll call a bodyguard to drive you there."

  "No need! I'll take a taxi." These two people were left to Song Shuying by Han Jinyu, and she didn't dare to casually dispatch them.

  "I won't let anyone send you, I'm not at ease with you. What if another car comes to hit someone?" Song Shuying leaned against the door frame and smiled, "Don't worry, the bodyguard will send you to your boss's building downstairs and come back, absolutely no delay in your good things."

  "Sister, what's on your mind?"

  "Since they saved you, they must want you to repay them with your body. You'd better be prepared to offer yourself," Song Shuying stretched out a finger to block the words that were about to come out of Song Yuqiao's mouth, "But remember to take protective measures, do you have any condoms in your bag?"

  "Sister!"

  "To be honest, women always have to pay for themselves when they go out." Song Shuying must have forgotten that her sister had told her that Song Yuqiao couldn't get pregnant.

  ………………

  When they arrived at Hua Garden, Song Yuqiao didn't rush upstairs, but instead made a call to Pei Si Cheng directly from downstairs.

  "Director Pei, Dai Jie had an urgent quote sheet sent over. Take a look," said Song Yuqiao, "Should I go deliver it myself, or..."

  "Bring it over."

  Then the phone hung up.

  Song Yuqiao's heart was filled with a sense of daring, thinking that even if Pei Shicheng wasn't an old tiger, what was there to be afraid of?

  Besides, there's a little guy at home who also doesn't dare do anything in front of the child.

  However, as the elevator went up step by step, Song Yuqiao's heart began to beat violently, beating so hard that she could hardly restrain herself, almost unable to breathe. She stopped in her tracks, rubbed her chest and rested for a moment before ringing Pei Si Cheng's doorbell.

  The door was ajar, as if waiting for her.

  In fact, Song Yuqiao could have chosen not to come, not to push open this door, and not to see Pei Si Cheng.

  But somehow, as if by magic, she felt an invisible force pushing her forward.

  She had been warning herself in her heart, she must stay away from Pei Si Cheng, this man is toxic, but her body's reaction was completely faithful, she had feelings for Pei Si Cheng, it was that kind of irrepressible and frenzied feeling, her heart was racing to death.

  It's as if it has unearthed a feeling that had been hidden deep within her heart, stirring up both longing and pain, leaving one breathless.

  It was a huge void in her heart, a black whirlpool that drew her to him, irresistibly drawing her to him.

  Pushing open the door, Song Yu knocked politely on it.

  "Come in," said Pei's voice.

  It was just because of this slightly hoarse voice in the dark night that Song Yuqiao's heart skipped a beat.

  In the living room, Pei Si Cheng still wore the same shirt and trousers he had worn when he went out earlier. The dark purple striped shirt was tucked into his pants, revealing a noble temperament.

  Song Yuqiao walked forward and handed over the quotation form: "General Pei, please take a look."

  Pei Si took it with one hand, pulled out the form inside and scanned it, asking: "There's too much, you pick the main points and tell me."

  Song Yuqiao picked up the quotation sheet and said, "Mainly newspaper advertisements, TV commercials endorsements, DM single pages, later including production and supply issues... Finally, after investigation, the market effect of the output..."

  Song Yuqiao almost reported everything on the report, supplemented all that he could think of, and said it in detail. Pei Si leaned against a three-dimensional table similar to a bar counter, tapping his fingers on the table from time to time, asking questions about some data spoken by Song Yuqiao.

  For a moment, they really seemed like just superior and subordinate, client and project manager.

  After finishing speaking, Song Yuqiao felt a bit parched and cleared his throat. Pei Si Cheng had already handed him a glass with a slice of lemon at the bottom.

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome."

  Pei Si poured himself a glass of wine, the purple color complementing his shirt, making him look even more charming and seductive. As he drank, his Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, causing Song Yuqiao to feel her face heat up.

  This is simply blatant flirting!

  That's right.

  Song Yuqiao lowered her eyelids, put the price list on the table, took a step back and said: "Director Pei, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

  "I have something else to attend to."

  Paisley set the wine glass on the table, reached out his hand to Song Yuqiao, and Song Yuqiao subconsciously closed her eyes, while Paisley's hand landed on her forehead.

  "Did your sister help you bandage it?"

  Song Yu nodded.

  "This bandage is no good, it's easy to leave scars, come here and I'll put some medicine on."

  "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

  Pei Su turned around, looking at her, and for the first time, his face didn't have the usual sly smile that Song Yuqiao was used to seeing. His expression was cold and stern as he said, "Do you know what it means when a woman constantly rejects a man?"

  Song Yuqiao leaned back her head and didn't speak, while Pei Su Cheng took a step forward, reached out to grasp her chin, and gently lifted it up.

  "Loose him in order to catch him."

  Pais's voice was a little low and hoarse, sounding like a violin playing in the depths of night, stirring the heartstrings of girls.

  But is Song Yuqiao still a young girl? She has long passed the age of having a girlish heart, from seventeen to twenty-four years old, it's enough for her to understand the ups and downs of life and the coldness of human relationships.

  A boss who seems to want to break her unspoken rules, a client with a noble status, and a single father with a five-year-old kid.

  Song Yuqiao didn't know which one was Pei Sicheng's true identity.

  She just stared blankly at Pei Su, her head tilted back, without saying a word.

  Song Yuqiao is now just letting go of herself, emptying her mind, emptying her heart, completely letting go of those trivial matters.

  But in Pei's eyes, such an expression was a kind of ambiguous invitation, cherry pink lips with a hint of warmth, inviting him to taste.

  The next second, Pei Si Cheng directly kissed her.

  Pais leaned in to kiss her earlobe, gently biting her earlobe. Song Yuqiao suddenly felt a surge of electricity running up her spine, flowing all the way to her fingertips. She reached out to push the man on top of her, but he grasped her hand instead, his palm rubbing against her wrist and then intertwining their fingers. His other arm lay across her waist.

  This kiss is more heart-pounding than the last one in the office.

  Song Yuqiao's arms, which had been pushing him away, were finally pinned to his chest, slowly losing strength, and at this moment, he was like a small boat in the vast ocean.

  Pais's kiss was too good, starting with a little rubbing of the lips, until you had no resistance, and the air in your lungs was almost sucked out, then he would breathe into you and save you.

  In Song Yuqiao's memory, she had never been kissed before. The only time was in high school with Ye Zenan, a fleeting kiss. In other words, she didn't know how to kiss at all. She had no resistance to Pei Si Cheng's superb kissing skills and was completely immersed in this deepening kiss.

  This time when they kissed, Song Yuqiao had her eyes closed.

  Percy's eyes were half-closed, gazing at her eyelashes trembling close to his face, as thin as a cicada's wings, her skin was white and translucent, as if stained with dew, like a lily flower waiting to be plucked.

  Pei Shuai suddenly pulled away the hair tie that Song Yuqiao had tied behind her head, as if whispering to his lover, and leaned in close to her ear, his lips lightly touching her earlobe, saying: "Actually, you look good with your hair down."

  Song Yuqiao's mind buzzed for a moment, and a scene emerged.

  She had a high ponytail and poked her head out from behind the refrigerator, asking: "Is the noodle done? Do you need my help?"

  In front of her, a tall figure emerged and directly came over to pull her out from behind the refrigerator. "You're always slacking off," he said as he reached up to remove the hair tie that held back her hair, kissing her lips. "Actually, you look better with your hair down."

  Song Yuqiao raised her eyes and saw that on the windowsill, in a tall emerald-green flower vase, was inserted a single white lily.

  At that time, the lily on the windowsill and now, the lily's shadow overlapped under the light blue curtains.

  Behind her, a pair of warm hands reached into Song Yuqiao's loose T-shirt, tracing along her waist from behind and slowly moving forward.

  Song Yuqiao slowly came back to her senses, leaning against the wall as Pei Chengchen bent down and gently kissed her collarbone.

  "Pei Si Cheng! Listen to me!"

  "Uh-huh, I'm listening. Go on." Pei Cheng said as he gently pressed his fingers into the soft flesh at Song Yuqiao's waist, leaving her breathless.

  "Pei... I, I'm still married now, you can't do this!"

  "So you're saying that after I get a divorce, I can do this?" Pei Si suddenly stopped and pulled Song Yuqiao's waist towards himself, unable to resist kissing her lips again.

  Song Yuqiao took advantage of this opportunity and hastily pushed Pei Shicheng.

  Paisong Cheng let go of his hand and took a slight step back, Song Yuqiao's body suddenly softened and leaned against the wall, almost collapsing. He reached out to grab something in front of him, but Paisong Cheng was quick to react and directly supported Song Yuqiao's waist. "You don't want me to hold you, yet you're pulling me? What do you mean? Hmm?"

  The last word, with a rising tone, seemed to carry a strong sense of provocation.

  Song Yuqiao leaned against the wall, quiet for a moment, and regained his strength. "Pei Si Cheng, General Pei, I can't play the game you want to play. Can you let me go?"

  Song Yuqiao finished speaking and saw that Pei Si's eyes had already dimmed slightly.

  "I'll leave right away, sorry to disturb you."

  "It's already past midnight, why don't you rest here tonight and stop thinking about it," Pei Si Cheng loosened his grip and took a step back: "I'll wait until you're willing, before I touch you."

  Was it a mutual affection when I was drugged last time?

  Song Yuqiao lowered her eyelids and muttered a sentence in her heart.

  Pei Si seemed to have seen through her thoughts and had already walked ahead to open the door of a guest room for her: "Last time, it was indeed not something we both agreed on, you kept asking me to do it, and I felt uncomfortable with you always rubbing against me."

  Song Yuqiao felt a bit awkward, she also had some vague memories of that day's events, after all, she was drugged, not drunk to the point of passing out.

  But if I really agree to stay this time, what about next time?

  No way, I still have to go.

  Pei Si Cheng looked at Song Yu Qiao who didn't make a sound, but started daydreaming again. He knew the ups and downs in her heart right now, but anyway, the door had fingerprint lock on it.

  As expected, Song Yuqiao said: "Sorry, I still can't spend the night at a strange man's house."

  After finishing speaking, Song Yuqiao walked towards the Xuan Guan.

  Pais stood still at the edge of the stairs, quietly waiting.

  What a strange man? You've already given birth to his son, what kind of strange man is that.

  After about a minute, Song Yuqiao finally came back from the living room: "Uh... can I trouble you, Director Pei, to open the door?"

  Pei Si Cheng did not hesitate for a moment and flatly refused: "Cannot."

  Then, he found a particularly specious excuse: "Now that it's midnight, I have to be responsible for your safety."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Isn't it safer here?

  The room is very clean, as if no one has ever lived in it.

  "The toiletries and towels in the bathroom are all new, you can use them."

  "Uh, okay, thank you."

  Why did I stupidly agree to live in Pei's house?

  When Pei Su went out and closed the door, Song Yuqiao ruthlessly knocked on his own temple, really brain-dead, was it just that kiss earlier too magical?

  Song Yuqiao's fingers brushed against her lips, as if still carrying the soft sensation from their kiss earlier.

  There were three light knocks on the door. Song Yuqiao was startled and Pei Sucheng had already entered, carrying a medical box in his hand.

  "Sit down and I'll put some medicine on it."

  "Don't bother, my sister just applied some ointment for me a while ago."

  "I'm worried about your sister's package."

  Song Yuqiao was momentarily speechless and asked back: "My sister is a doctor, what else can she be worried about if she's not worried?"

  "I'm at ease with things I've done myself."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  As expected, talking to someone like Pei Su Cheng requires a thick skin; otherwise, you'll be tongue-tied in no time.

  Pei Si Cheng let Song Yu Qiao sit on the edge of the bed, he stood in front of her, lifted up the hair on her forehead with his slightly cool fingers accidentally touching Song Yu Qiao's forehead, feeling a bit chilly.

  He tore off the waterproof band-aid on his forehead and indeed saw a scrape that had bled.

  Song Yuqiao was very nervous, but he couldn't lift his head, feeling two scorching gazes on his face.

  Her gaze fell on Pei's waist, and with a slight upward glance, she could see the three unbuttoned buttons at his collar, revealing a patch of chest. With a slight downward glance, she could see his long, straight legs in his suit pants.

  And this position, looking straight ahead, just happens to fall under Pei Shichen's waist.

  So embarrassing position.

  What's wrong, my face is getting hotter and hotter.

  "Where are you looking?" Peisong's voice came from above his head.

  Song Yuqiao immediately closed his eyes: "I didn't see anything, haven't you handled it yet?"

  Pei Shu Cheng treated the wound on Song Yu Qiao's forehead, but didn't use waterproof gauze. Instead, he wrapped a thin layer of gauze around it. He lowered his head and saw that Song Yu Qiao had already closed her eyes. Perhaps due to tension and fear, her curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

  He bent down and leaned in close to look at Song Yuqiao.

  Song Yuqiao just asked a sentence without answering, and then asked again: "Haven't you handled it well yet?"

  Pei Si nodded and tapped Song Yuqiao's forehead a few more times, saying: "Hmm, still a bit off."

  Then, he had just finished saying this sentence, his lips moved forward and lightly touched Song Yuqiao's soft lips.

  Song Yuqiao's eyes suddenly opened wide and she saw Pei Shichen's face right in front of her.

  Pei Si Cheng's single hand moved from Song Yu Qiao's forehead to the back of her head, gently grasping the back of her skull.

  He could feel Song Yuqiao's rejection, so he just lightly kissed a few times. Finally, with a pair of black eyes open, his scorching gaze fell on the beautiful eyes that had risen to the water vapor, and he kissed again and again. Just as he was about to pull back, unexpectedly, Song Yuqiao suddenly hooked her neck around his, actively touching his lips forward once.

  This move was unexpected not only by Pei Shuai but also by Song Yuqiao himself.

  She seemed to have yearned for the touch of Pei Si Cheng's lips just now, and then she impulsively leaned in and kissed him. Meeting Pei Si Cheng's deep gaze at this moment, she pulled at the corner of her mouth: "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

  "Addicted?" Pei Su chuckled lightly.

  "My brain is flooded." Song Yuqiao said with averted face.

  Pei Si picked up the medical box and said, "Later when you take a bath, be careful not to get water on your forehead."

  She wouldn't take a bath in a strange man's home, what if there was a pinhole camera installed in the bathroom?

  However, Pei Si should not have such a perverted hobby.

  Paisley left with her medical box, Song Yuqiao lay straight on the bed, covering her face with a soft feather pillow.

  It's so late already, I don't know if Song Shuying has gone to sleep or not.

  Song Yuqiao stood up and took out her mobile phone from her bag to take a look, only to find that the screen was completely black and had automatically shut down due to lack of power.

  This is going to be bad.

  She thought for a moment and then went out.

  The living room outside was completely dark, without lights on. Pei's room seemed to be upstairs. She had to find a charger for her phone or borrow Pei's phone to call her sister.

  She went upstairs with her hand on the banister, and there was a room upstairs that was lit up, with an open door crack, and the light inside shone out onto the floor.

  She knocked on the door first, then pushed it open: "Director Pei, are you there?"

  As a result, when he pushed open the door and saw it, he saw Peisong changing into his pajamas with his whole body exposed.

  Broad shoulders and narrow hips, with clear muscle texture on his abdomen, long legs, and... between his legs...

  For the first time seeing a completely naked man, this scene was too shocking, she was stunned, her eyes wide with astonishment, and she completely forgot to close them.

  Until then, a white towel had been placed over her face. Estimated demonic technique.

  "Are you satisfied with what you've seen?" Pei Su's voice sounded above her head.

  Song Yuqiao's mind was buzzing, and the towel still covered her face. She had no intention of removing it, otherwise she would surely see that her face was even redder than a Red Fuji apple.

  "Uh... have you gotten dressed yet?"

  "Take down the towel and you'll see," said Pei Si Cheng with a smile.

  It's not that she didn't want to take it, but she was afraid of seeing something she shouldn't with her long needle-like eyes.

  Song Yuqiao seemed to have heard the rustling sound of clothes, and after a while, he heard Pei Si Cheng's voice: "Take away the towel, I've dressed."

  Song Yuqiao took away the towel and let out a long sigh.

  Baisheng said: "From now on, when entering the door, you must knock first and get permission before entering. If not, I will think that you have a peeping habit."

  Song Yuqiao thought too much, just now the door was ajar, who would have thought that Pei Shichen actually changed clothes without closing the door.

  However, in this household, apart from Pei Hangyu, there are no other women either.

  Should be... nothing left, right?

  Pei Si Cheng saw Song Yu Qiao holding her mobile phone and asked: "Is your phone out of battery?"

  Song Yu nodded, "Do you have a mobile phone charger, a universal charger will also work."

  "Let me take a look at your phone and see what model it is." Peis took the phone, secretly memorizing its model number, saying "Not this time, but I guarantee there will be next time."

  "Can I use your phone for a bit?"

  Pei Si Cheng handed over his mobile phone: "Are you going to call your sister?"

  Song Yu nodded.

  There was something on Pei's mind that he didn't want to say in front of Song, so he walked out onto the balcony.

  However, her sister's mobile phone prompted shutdown.

  Song Yuqiao immediately sent a message to Song Shuying and signed his name at the end.

  This evening passed without incident.

  Song Yuqiao lay on the bed, in a completely strange room, on a completely strange bed, and when she lifted her head, she could see a vase on the windowsill with a lily inserted.

  Although she was extremely tired all over, Song Yuqiao was mentally excited, with the cells in her cerebral cortex jumping around, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

  The more she couldn't sleep, the more anxious Song Yuqiao became. She directly flipped over from the bed and slammed her feather pillow against the wall, then picked it up again and slammed it once more.

  Song Yuqiao vented a bellyful of anger and lay down again, only then slowly calming down.

  ………………

  Pei Cheng called his acquaintance Xu Shuo at the police station from his own room, asking him to retrieve the surveillance footage of the road in front of Song Yuqiao's house.

  Just in time, Pei Shichen was on night shift and got the thing done overnight. He even sent a edited version to Pei Shichen.

  According to the license plate number, the owner of the car was surprisingly Pei Yuling.

  Paisong opened the video clip sent over and took a look.

  The car was finally tracked to a villa on the outskirts of the city, halfway up a mountain. This villa had been visited by Pei Cheng before and was the private property of his elder sister, Pei Yuling. It had once been intended for her son, Ye Zenan, but because someone had died on that mountain, she felt it was inauspicious and left it as is.

  Now, Xu Wenyi has even moved here to live.

  Xu Wanli really has a big nerve, she actually thought of such a thing as wanting to drive and hit people.

  Since you can do it, then you should bear the cost of doing such a thing.

  Pei Shuai said on the phone: "Don't worry about this matter, just take the surveillance video to catch people, and then someone will come forward to bail them out and let them go."

  "I understand."

  "She's pregnant, don't be too rough on her, just scare her a bit and that's enough."

  "Enough nonsense," Xǔ Shuò chuckled, "it's all settled, Péi Sān, your nightlife hasn't even started yet... with tender and beautiful women in your arms..."

  Pei Si hung up without saying another word.

  ………………

  Xu Wanli didn't know what she was thinking either, why when Song Yuqiao was crossing the road, she stepped on the accelerator and rushed over to hit her.

  When she first took the pregnancy test report to find Pei Yuling, she was already three months pregnant. Because her aunt told her that it must be after the best time for an abortion.

  Now she is arranged by Pei Yuling to recuperate in this mountain, except for a nanny who cooks for her all day, there is no one around her, and she has been lonely to the point of madness.

  This is not a rest at all, but rather to drive her to death.

  So that night, she called Ye Zenan, but after he answered the phone, he said coldly to her: "Don't have any illusions now, Xu Wanli, I'm only keeping you because of Song's family."

  Xu Wanli burst into tears: "But I'm pregnant with your child! How can you be so heartless!"

  "I've told you clearly before, kid, I won't acknowledge it," Ye Zenan said. "If you want this child, after you give birth to the child, I'll arrange for you to take the child abroad. If you don't want it, then leave the child with my mom and she'll raise it for you..."

  "Then should I call Song Yuqiao mom?! Don't even think about it! This is the child I carried in my womb for ten months, no one can take him away!"

  Just then, a woman's voice was faintly heard from the loudspeaker.

  Xu Wanli immediately sat up straight, and before she could open her mouth to say anything, she heard Ye Zenan calling out through the receiver, "Qiaoqiao, don't rush, your injury isn't healed yet."

  Although the voice was not very clear and may have been because Ye Zenan turned his face away, but still can be heard clearly "Qiao Qiao" those two words.

  Xu Wanli's anger suddenly surged up in her heart.

  It's Song Yuqiao again, it's actually Song Yuqiao again. What's so good about Song Yuqiao?! After going abroad for two years and coming back, she became a discarded shoe that no one wants, yet she's the one Ye Zenan can't forget!

  In an instant, Xu Wenli took the car key out of the door and drove to the parking garage, wanting to find Song Yuqiao and tell her clearly.

  However, in a strange and evil twist of fate, when she saw Song Yuqiao, an extremely wicked thought suddenly emerged in her mind - to drive the car into her and kill her, so that she would never be able to compete with her for anyone's affections again! Let Song Yuqiao go die, and let her death be a warning to all.

  As soon as this idea came out, she didn't have time to think carefully, and her foot had already stepped on the accelerator.

  If she took a glance in the rearview mirror, she would find that her eyes were bloodshot and red, like those of a demon.

  At a critical moment, a figure rushed over from behind and knocked Song Yuqiao down.

  Why does heaven always favor Song Yuqiao?

  As she got off the car, Xu Wanli's legs softened and almost fell. On one hand, she hated it; on the other hand, she was also afraid.

  She was in a daze, her mind a complete blank, and after she almost did something that would have been tantamount to murder, her back was covered in cold sweat.

  After the flames that had been scorching her brain finally subsided, Xu Wenli began to feel a chill run down her body, and she started to get scared, scared to death.

  What if someone finds out? What should I do in case someone discovers it?

  Nowadays, the only one who can help her is Song Jierou in S city.

  In the dark of night, Xu Wenli took out her mobile phone and called her aunt.

  ………………

  At night, Song Jiejue's mobile phone is generally set to silent mode, but Xu Wanli's number has been specially reset, that is, Xu Wanli's call can always get through under any circumstances.

  It was around two o'clock in the middle of the night when a noisy mobile phone ringtone interrupted Song Jierou's sleep.

  She turned on the bedside lamp and picked up her phone to see Xu Wenli's number, without any hesitation, she immediately pressed the connect button.

  Xu Wanli cried on the other end of the phone: "Auntie, it's all over, I've made a mistake, what should I do?"

  Song Jierou sat up and leaned against the headboard, "Don't cry, speak slowly."

  Xu Wanli cried and told Song Yujiao about the car accident last night, and Song Jierou listened with a cold sweat: "Child, how can you be so stupid!"

  Xu Wanli burst into tears even more painfully upon hearing this.

  Song Jierou rubbed her brow and comforted, "It's okay, Song Yuqiao isn't avoiding you, is she? Don't worry, just forget everything for now and listen to your aunt. Get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll be able to see me again. I'll take care of all these things."

  "Uh-huh,"

  Song Jierou said a few more words to Xu Wanli before hanging up the phone and getting up to start packing her things to go out.

  The people who were keeping vigil at home heard the noise and came out to take a look.

  Song Jieyou said: "I'll go out for a while, it's an emergency, I'll wait until my brother wakes up in the morning to tell him about this matter."

  She arrived in City C early this morning, even if Song Hui knew, he wouldn't chase her to City C to bring her back.

  The housekeeper did not suspect anything else and agreed.

  After all, it's midnight, and going to disturb the master of the Song family would be unbearable.

  It just so happened that Song Jieyou didn't expect to run into Han Jinyu while waiting at the airport.

  Han Jinyu was followed by two people wearing black clothes, and when they were three meters away from Song Jierou, they stopped moving, like two big mountains standing still.

  Song Jierou looked at Han Jinyu with great vigilance: "What are you doing here?"

  Han Jinyu said: "Going to C city on a business trip, coincidentally traveling together, let's go together then."

  "Do you have to choose this time when going on a business trip to City C?" Song Jieyou said, "The whole day with two people, aren't you afraid others will find out about your past in the underworld?"

  Han Jinyu smiled, although his mouth was smiling, but there was not a hint of smile in his eyes, coldly piercing: "I'm not afraid that others don't know, I'm just afraid you don't know."

  In an instant, Song Jieyu's face turned pale, but she didn't say another word.

  She knew it was Han Jinyu warning her not to act rashly.