nycdaug Chapter 33 Just now he was calling President Pei "good boy," but now he's turned on h
Chapter 33 Just now he was calling President Pei "good boy," but now he's turned on h
Pei Weijin was unfamiliar with modern online novels and was hearing this new term for the first time, which was quite fitting: "Real or Fake Young Master?"
He chuckled softly and continued to recount the past in that calm and indifferent tone, using the new and novel words he had just learned, glossing over many details and describing them lightly.
"That fake young master enjoyed the endless favor of the Pei family, and his name, Pei Ruolin, was a testament to his father's high hopes, meaning as strong as a unicorn. As for me, I was raised by my maternal grandmother until I was eight years old after my mother passed away and my father remarried, when I was finally found and brought back to the Pei family."
"Unfortunately, Pei Ruolin inherited his mother's congenital heart disease."
Yan Zhuoyu frowned: "Modern medicine is not helpless against this disease, but the treatment cost is too high for ordinary people to afford. However, it is nothing to the Pei family. Could it be your third uncle...?"
Pei Weijin's eyes turned slightly cold as he said this with a sneer: "Although my third uncle was heartless towards my parents, he still had a shred of pity for the children and wouldn't stand idly by."
“After I returned home, my parents originally intended to arrange surgery for Pei Ruolin and then send him away. However, under the influence of the Pei family, Pei Ruolin had already become adept at manipulating people. On the one hand, he pretended to be well-behaved and sensible in front of his parents, saying that the surgery was expensive and that he just wanted to go home as soon as possible to take care of his elderly grandmother; on the other hand, he kept provoking me, staging his own performance to gain sympathy from my parents so that he could continue to stay in the Pei family.”
"Even if I were their biological son, it wouldn't compare to the nine years of bond they shared together."
"When I was eleven years old, Pei Ruolin's heart attacks became more and more frequent. He finally couldn't hold back and intended to completely eliminate me as an obstacle and replace me."
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhuoyu's back stiffened instantly. She gripped Pei Weijin's hand tightly and asked urgently, "What did he do? Did he hit you, or did he order someone to kidnap you?"
Pei Weijin shook his head slightly, his tone calm: "He didn't directly attack me, but his cleverness backfired, and he reaped what he sowed."
“During his hospital treatment, he secretly switched my medication, intending to frame me, but he didn’t realize that the medication was not suitable for heart patients and ended up harming himself. I had to ring the call bell to let the doctor in for emergency treatment. Although I was saved, the damage to my body was too great, and I was no longer eligible for surgery.”
“After Pei Ruolin died, my father and the others suspected that I was the one who did it that year, but at that time I had just returned to school and couldn’t read a single word. How could I have done something like changing the medicine?”
Pei Weijin smiled slightly, "It is indeed laughable. My father, who is my blood relative, has never trusted me. On the contrary, my maternal grandmother, who is not related to me, trusts me the most."
Yan Zhuoyu felt heartbroken listening to this. Her arranged marriage partner was aloof and spoke of his past experiences as if he were telling someone else's story. He didn't exaggerate or show much pity for himself, acting like a passerby.
Even so, she could still sense from between the lines how wronged and disappointed Pei Weijin was as a child, eagerly anticipating the happy family that should have been his, only to be misunderstood by so many people.
It seems that President Pei's indifferent and apathetic personality was forced to develop from that time.
Yan Zhuoyu took a deep breath, her maternal instincts overflowing. She forcefully pulled Pei Weijin's shoulders close, then gently turned his neck, making him lean against her shoulder. Just like her mother had comforted her when she was a child, she patted his back softly and said:
“Those dark days are over. Now, with me as your little flame, I will surely burn away the darkness. From now on, Yan Zhuoyu will trust Pei Weijin completely.”
Pei Weijin leaned on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and responded.
The words and actions were familiar; it seemed as if nothing had changed.
He enjoyed the moment of leisure, and he also enjoyed the trust and gentle coaxing from those around him, and he wanted more.
Do you remember the inscriptions on the plaques you saw in Yunwan Garden?
"Of course I remember," Yan Zhuoyu chuckled. "You said it was something you wrote when you were a child."
She even secretly took a few photos.
Pei Weijin tilted his head slightly, his nose lightly touching the plum fragrance lingering in her hair, his eyes lowered, looking unusually obedient.
"To be precise, I wrote it when I was ten years old. My maternal grandmother's family lived in the mountains, where education was relatively backward. The village primary school only taught up to the second grade. When I returned to the Pei family, Pei Ruolin's small regular script had already begun to show its style, while I was still writing crooked and illegible characters. My father looked down on me even more. Only my grandfather, the old man, couldn't bear to see his grandson suffer, so he framed all my immature handwriting and regarded it as a treasure."
Yan Zhuoyu couldn't even imagine how much suffering he had endured as a child to have such a fastidious and picky personality.
She stroked Pei Weijin's hair like she was petting a puppy: "Good boy."
During their tender moment, Yan Zhuoyu suddenly said, "So, Song Zhiyu is spreading rumors? And what was the Song family doing at the old house yesterday? Did they join forces with Third Uncle to make things difficult for you?"
Pei Weijin recounted what had happened that day.
He also told Yan Zhuoyu, "As for the auction, the other party is demanding three times the compensation, totaling 2.4 billion. Of this, 200 million will be deducted as intermediary losses, and the remaining 2.2 billion will be entirely at my disposal. After the tax is settled, this amount will be directly transferred to Mrs. Pei's account."
"Two billion..."
Yan Zhuoyu unconsciously repeated it softly, her eyes darting around to the script she had placed on the table.
After filming "Yao Yun Jue," I only made 200,000 yuan after taxes, and I still had to endure criticism from netizens. Suddenly, I felt that my dreams were so fragile in the face of money...
She asked somewhat uncertainly, "Are you sure you want to give me all of this 2.2 billion?"
"Okay, you can have them all."
Pei Weijin only had a numerical concept of money. He was not materialistic and rarely spent money, using almost all of it for investment. It was not until he married Yan Zhuoyu that he gained a new understanding of money.
The more currency Mrs. Pei had, the happier she was. Currency was useless for investment, except for making money from money, but it brought so much return when used on her partner.
Savvy investors believe this is well worth it.
Yan Zhuoyu had already started planning how to spend the money, saving half and spending the other half, but then she had a new question.
She whispered cautiously in Pei Weijin's ear, "Honey, after we divorce, you won't take a share of this money, will you?"
Pei Weijin extended his long index finger, pressed it against her forehead, and pushed her away with a slight force, saying coldly, "If Mrs. Pei says anything that is not conducive to family unity again, I don't mind further strengthening our marital relationship."
"No, no, no."
Yan Zhuoyu still had things to do today, so she couldn't waste another day. She kissed President Pei on the cheek like a cat and said, "President Pei, you must have a bad memory. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Pei Weijin put his arm around her slender waist, swiped open his phone screen, and realized he hadn't had a chance to play the game he downloaded last time.
Now that I have some time, I use the internet slang I recently learned to proactively invite him: "Log in, wanna play PUBG?"
The two trendy words were completely out of character for President Pei, but Yan Zhuoyu didn't appreciate them.
Mrs. Pei released Mr. Pei's hand, put her blue light blocking glasses back on, twirled the pen between two fingers, and said coldly, "Good boy, I need to work. You find a cool place and go play somewhere else."
Pei Weijin: "..."
Didn't I just call him "good boy"?