Song Yuqiao saw Hua Zhuan staring at her phone screen motionlessly and asked: "What's wrong? Did Lu Lu send another message?"

  "No," Huazhen shook her head, "it's a WeChat message from someone named Beer. I'll forward it to you."

  Song Yuqiao's heart skipped a beat.

  Did Huayun know?

  But it doesn't seem like it, apparently, Hua Zhen didn't add Pei Si Cheng's WeChat.

  Hua Yun returned the phone to Song Yuqiao and casually asked: "Who is this person?"

  Song Yuqiao casually made up an excuse: "I played Shake two days ago and shook out a person. Then he kept asking me if I wanted to make an appointment."

  "Just delete them directly," said Hua Yun. "Anyway, it's all virtual online. Being ambiguous is also okay."

  Song Yuqiao smiled and took back her phone, turning it off directly. Her heart was also put at ease.

  Actually, Huazhen had added Peisong's WeChat, but she had changed the remark and didn't notice that Peisong had changed his name now. Moreover, from three weeks ago, she had formally cut off Peisong from her life, the first thing was to block all of Peisong's phone number, WeChat, QQ and Weibo.

  But, as the saying goes, "heaven doesn't always grant people's wishes", that little slut Zhang Menglin is still all over the headlines every day, no matter if she's being roasted or not, it's just uncomfortable to see her.

  Then Song Yuqiao mentioned Zheng Qing, Zheng Rong's elder brother, to Hua Zhen.

  "It was the designer I followed in the company, he is Zheng Rong's brother. He said Zheng Rong had been an exchange student abroad for two years and now studies at X University," Song Yuqiao said, "Tomorrow when I go to the company, I will ask Zheng Qing for Zheng Rong's new phone number and contact him."

  Huā Jiàn nodded: "Just in time, next week Lù Lù will also be back, and we'll have a small gathering of classmates... although Zhèng Róng and Lù Lù never got along."

  Yes, from the first time they didn't get along, Lu Lu and Zheng Rong have always been at odds with each other. Although Huazhen also had a big argument with Zheng Rong for the first time, if it weren't for Zheng Rong not hitting girls, the two people would not only argue but also fight. However, Huazhen and Zheng Rong actually got along well.

  After dinner, it was almost 8:30 in the evening. Song Yuqiao's phone was on silent mode, and it wasn't until she went to the bathroom that she took out her phone and took a look. In addition to the eight missed calls from Pei Si Cheng earlier, there was also one from her sister Song Shuying.

  Song Yuqiao first returned a phone call to her sister. Song Shuying said: "Have you seen the old lady of the Pei family?"

  Song Yuqiao was taken aback by this question for a moment.

  "Who?"

  Song Shuying replied on the other side: "It's Pei Su, Han Jinyu's aunt, Han Jinyu is going to the Pei family to see her aunt, I'm thinking about what gift to send."

  "No," if it was said that Pei Su Cheng's father, Song Yu Qiao had seen him twice, but if it was said that Pei Su Cheng's mother, she had never seen her before, where would she get the suggestion from? "Sister, wait a minute, I'll give Pei Su Cheng a call and ask, I'll call you back later."

  In the evening dress store, Song Yuqiao still didn't dare to call Pei Si Cheng directly. Earlier in the bathroom, when she mentioned "Pei Si Cheng" to her sister, she lowered her voice and spoke softly, as if she was doing something wrong. She felt a strange sense of suffocation in her heart, especially when she saw Hua Zhen's melancholy smile.

  At this moment, "beer" popped up in WeChat messages again.

  This time is "to whom dear [heart][heart][heart]".

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  "What kind of person is your mother?"

  However, Pei Sicheng did not respond immediately, and Song Yuqiao left the bathroom first.

  Hua Zong originally said he would drive to send Song Yuqiao, but two big clients came temporarily, and Song Yuqiao said: "I'll just take a taxi myself."

  As it happens, Su Zhi behind said: "Then I'll go first, boss, I still have things in school."

  "Hurry up and go," said Hua Xuan. "Don't forget to report to me on time tomorrow."

  Song Yuqiao didn't run too fast, Su Zhi ran a few steps and caught up with her, then stretched out his arm to block her in front of him, once again showing off his domineering young master demeanor.

  Song Yuqiao stopped in her tracks and looked coldly at Su Zhi, who was a head taller than her. "What?"

  Su Zhi said: "Nothing," he said, putting down his arm and walking forward with both hands in his pockets. "Let's go together."

  Song Yuqiao continued walking forward, Su Zhi following beside him, but the arrogance he had shown in the darkness was gone.

  Song Yuqiao asked: "How old are you? Don't try to deceive me with your nighttime appearance, I can see through it."

  "I was nineteen," Su Zhi said, "in my freshman year of college. I didn't plan on deceiving you anyway. But you looked a bit different back then, and in the private room, you were so scared that your face turned red."

  "You're quite proactive in confessing, aren't you afraid I'll tell Huazhen about what happened between us at night?"

  "What's wrong with that? I'm just going to earn money for tuition, if you want to say something then go ahead," Su Zhi smiled, "but since you asked like this, you definitely didn't plan on saying anything."

  Song Yuqiao originally wanted to say that, but because of ordering takeout and other things, he forgot. Now hearing Su Zhi's so arrogant words, Song Yuqiao went back and called Hua Shuo to tell him about this person's background.

  At the intersection, Song Yuqiao hailed a taxi and asked Su Zhi, "Where are you going?"

  Su Zhi said: "The A hotel is not far from here, I will walk back."

  Song Yuqiao directly bent down and got into the taxi without saying another word.

  This Su Zhi gave Song Yuqiao a first impression of being frivolous, although they were the same age as her brother, but if Song Yuqiao became like this, his mother wouldn't hit him, she would have to wake him up herself.

  Su Zhi stood at the intersection, squinting her eyes, watching as the taxi disappeared from view around the corner before turning to leave.

  Song Yuqiao was in a taxi when she saw that Pei Shichen hadn't replied yet, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She then sent him a voice message: "Where are you now? I'm heading back to Huayuan."

  However, after waiting for a long time, Pei Si Cheng still did not respond.

  ………………

  Pei Si Cheng didn't reply, definitely because something came up and he didn't see it, otherwise he absolutely wouldn't ignore his wife's hard-won response. He had been thinking about the response for a long time.

  Inside the police station.

  Xu Shuo was arranging for a trip to the Half Hill villa at night to inspect the murder scene, and happened to meet Pei Si Cheng who came to the police station.

  Xu Shuo let Xu Dui come up and continue speaking in his place, and he himself left the conference room.

  "What's up?" Xu Shuo opened the door of his office, "Come in and talk."

  There was no need for Pei Shaocheng to say it, Xu Shuo already knew what he meant.

  He directly took out the report given to him by his superior, "At first, this account only received an anonymous report, including the amount of money inside, it was very clear, and then intervened in the investigation, and indeed something fishy came out," Xu Xiao paused, "The subsequent events you also know, in fact, the evidence is not obvious, even if there was no document issued this morning to cancel the investigation, Song Yuqiao would have been released."

  Pei Si rubbed his brow and asked, "Then tell me, what is this money for?"

  "It's the money of an overseas Chinese tycoon, seemingly related to property or something, involving some personal issues in between, and the specific details are unclear. The source of this money is indeed problematic, but it doesn't count as illegal fundraising, besides, being an overseas Chinese, the source of this money is also shown to be abroad, only recently transferred into Song Yuqiao's account, so the mainland Chinese police can't intervene easily."

  Xu Shuo took out a document for Pei Si Cheng to look at, shook out a cigarette from the pack and lit it with a lighter, handing it over: "Want one?"

  Pei Si Cheng opened the file in his hand, one leg tapping on the coffee table in front of him, and said lightly: "No way, we're planning to have a kid soon, no smoking or drinking, gotta ensure the quality of my sperm."

  "Hmm... Cough, cough, cough..."

  Xu Shuo was choked by his own smoke.

  ………………

  Pei Si Cheng walked out of the police station and went to get his car, only then did he discover that there were two WeChat messages on his phone. He opened them and took a look, unable to help but laugh and shake his head.

  Song Yuqiao's message was sent an hour ago, which means that within this hour, Song Yuqiao either arrived at Jinshui Apartment or returned to Huayuan.

  In Pei's view, it is more likely that Song Yuqiao will return to Jinshui Apartment.

  However, Pei Sichen returned to Huayuan first.

  China Garden

  Pei Si Cheng opened the door and a pillow flew directly from the living room to his feet, followed by Pei Hao Yu's voice.

  "Haha, come and see me Sun Wukong, defeat you this White Bone Demon!"

  Pei Si Cheng: “......”

  Mrs. Pei was having a great time having a pillow fight with her grandson, pinching his neck and saying: "Qitian Dasheng you're wrong again, I'm the White Haired Demoness!"

  "Is it the white-haired witch of the Six-Fingered Guitar Demon? I'm not afraid of you!"

  Mrs. Pei said: "I am not a six-fingered guitar demon, I am a nine-fingered guitar demon!"

  Pei Si Cheng: “......”

  Pais Cheng's gaze fell silently on a super-large luggage backpack of Tu Ba Ge placed not far in front of the entrance, and he couldn't help but rub his forehead, without making a sound, turned around and went out the door again.

  ………………

  Pei Si thought of one thing was right, Song Yuqiao did not return to Huayuan.

  Because Pei Sheng didn't reply to her, if she hadn't gotten his permission, or rather Pei Sheng wasn't home, she shouldn't have gone. It just so happened that he hadn't returned to the Jinshui apartment for several days already, so she had a taxi take her there. At the cake shop on the first floor of the building, she bought a mousse cake that Song Shuying liked to eat. Anyway, now that she was pregnant, everything she ate was for the sake of the child.

  Song Yuqiao thought of this and couldn't help but touch her own belly.

  Flat.

  Just two days ago, she was overjoyed to think that there was a tiny life growing inside her, breaking the "evil curse" that she couldn't be a mother. But now, it's just a false alarm, fortunately not having told more people, otherwise it would be troublesome to explain now.

  But fortunately, heaven did not deprive her of the right to be a mother.

  Song Shuying came to open the door and saw Song Yuqiao, her face was full of surprise, then she smiled: "What a rare guest!"

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  "I also said that if you don't come back, I'll pack up your clothes and have someone deliver them to Huayuan for you, even the down jacket will be packed."

  Song Yuqiao knew that her sister was teasing her and handed over the cake in her hand, "See if the cake can sweeten your mouth."

  Song Shuying smiled and sat down with a cake in hand, "Just in time, I'm a bit hungry."

  Song Yuqiao looked at Song Shuying, who had not been seen for several days. Her original melon-shaped face now seemed a bit chubby, as if she was carrying baby fat, and her belly looked even rounder, but it might be just her imagination.

  Two sisters were eating cake and mentioned Pei Shichen's mother, who was also Han Jinyu's aunt.

  "I have never seen it before."

  "He hasn't even taken you back to meet his parents yet?" Song Shuying said, "You're already living together."

  Song Yuqiao felt a bit embarrassed.

  After chatting with her sister for a while, Song Shuying indeed bought two pieces of mousse cake and rainbow cake for Song Yuqiao, who ate them all up. It's true that when you're pregnant, your appetite increases.

  Moreover, pregnant women start sleeping a lot.

  Song Shuying was about to sleep when Song Yuqiao went into the kitchen to heat up milk for her sister, and she saw that on the dining table inside, there were still many half-eaten dishes, all of which looked particularly exquisite, and should have been made by Chef Dai under Han Jinyu's orders.

  It's just that Song Shuying's child is already over six months old, so why didn't Han Jinyu stay to take care of his sister?

  Just after sending over the milk, Song Yuqiao received a WeChat message from Pei Shichen.

  "Dear, come downstairs."

  This time, Pei Sicheng used a voice message, so the three words "dear" suddenly touched his heartstrings. He remembered Pei Sicheng's upturned mouth corners when he said those three words, and Song Yuqiao couldn't help but smile.

  Song Yuqiao ran onto the balcony and looked down, seeing Pei Shichen's car as well as Pei Shichen leaning against the car door.

  Pais made a downward gesture with his hand towards her.

  Song Yuqiao sent a direct WeChat voice message: "I'm not going down anymore, it's too late, you should go back to sleep too."

  "Give you one minute, if you don't come down, I'll shout loudly. As long as you don't mind, I naturally don't mind."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Pais gave Song Yuqiao this one minute, enough for Song Yuqiao to struggle in her heart for thirty seconds, and then quickly ran downstairs.

  As expected, Song Yuqiao appeared in front of Pei Si Cheng without even changing out of his pajamas, wearing a pair of pale purple slippers.

  When there were still three steps away, Song Yuqiao stopped her footsteps and looked at Pei Si Cheng with a pair of big eyes: "What's the matter?"

  Pei Si Cheng sighed quietly and shook his head, then took a step forward himself, pulling Song Yu Qiao into his arms.

  "Missing you."

  Paisley said it very naturally, as if it should be so.

  Song Yuqiao's heart moved again.

  She has already forgotten a bit now, was it also during her first love that she had such heart-pounding feelings so frequently?

  Pei Si leaned in, kissed Song Yuqiao's earlobe, and whispered in her ear: "Do you miss me?"

  Song Yuqiao pushed Pei Cheng with both hands and felt that if the topic was led by Pei Cheng like this, it would go off track. She changed the subject and asked: "What kind of person is your mother?"

  Paisley saw Song Yuqiao ask this question on WeChat, but didn't have time to respond at that moment.

  Pei Si chuckled and looked at Song Yuqiao with great satisfaction as a layer of redness appeared on her ears, "So anxious?"

  Song Yuqiao was taken aback for a moment before reacting to what Pei Si Cheng had just said.

  "No, it's my sister, she wants to follow Brother Han to visit your mother and asked me what gift is suitable to bring."

  Pei Si Cheng raised an eyebrow: "Take the stinky tofu away, it's suitable."

  Song Yuqiao: "......I'm talking seriously."

  "I'm being serious," Pei Sichen had already flipped over, one hand pressed on Song Yuqiao's firm buttocks, the other pulling open the car door. "How about we do something not so serious?"

  Song Yuqiao gazed at the car shadow, and Pei Shichen's three-dimensional facial features were revealed. A wave that she could perceive was surging in his deep eyes.

  Pei Si Cheng couldn't bear it the most, was when Song Yu Qiao looked at him with this especially innocent and pure gaze, he immediately pushed Song Yu Qiao into the back seat of the car, the two people in a very intimate posture, skin to skin.

  The night is like a crouching beast.

  And just a short distance away, in the secretive shade of the trees, two pairs of eyes had witnessed everything.