When they met again, the boss' eyes turned red, kissed her and said sweet words to her

"You said."

Xu Nanyin stood motionless in the corner, looking weak, helpless and pitiful.

A faint helpless smile seemed to float on the corner of Pei Zhuo's lips. He leaned his head against the wall of the closet, tilted his head, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"It was indeed me who was behind Pei Rong's car accident."

"I personally bribed the truck driver, I personally inspected the accident site... I personally participated in every step, I didn't want to make any mistakes."

"That day I was waiting in the next street. After the car accident, I went to the scene in disguise and witnessed Pei Rong lying in a pool of blood..."

"Pei Rong wasn't completely unconscious at the time; his eyes were still open. I deliberately walked to the front of the crowd, right in front of him. Pei Rong recognized me, and for the first time, I saw a look of terror on his face. He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't speak. He was dying, unable to move..."

"I looked at him like an ant, and finally I crushed him under my feet. I still remember that scene. It was the most exciting and satisfying moment in my life."

Hearing the excitement in his tone, Xu Nanyin felt a chill down her spine and dared not breathe.

He was indeed a pervert, able to kill his own father with no guilt at all and a bloodthirsty excitement...

Is this what he calls a secret?

Xu Nanyin showed no interest and said coldly, "You can leave now that you're done."

"When I was 8 and Ah Han was 5, he would always pester me to play with him. One time, we were playing hide-and-seek, and I hid in the closet in my parents' bedroom. I fell asleep in there, and he couldn't find me."

then……

Pei Zhuo was awakened by a strange cry.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw through the narrow gap in the closet door that his father was holding a bloody dagger and stabbing his fourth uncle in the chest...

Pei Rong stabbed his fourth cousin eight times, one after another.

Fourth uncle's eyes widened in horror, blood gushing from his chest like a waterfall. He let out a horrible hoarse sound from his throat and lay on the ground like a dead fish, struggling for a few times before he stopped moving.

Eight years old is the age when children know something but are still young and ignorant. The little boy covered his mouth tightly with both hands, his little body shivering as if in an ice cellar, his little face turned ashen with fear.

He was so scared that he had already cried, but he knew he couldn't cry and couldn't let his father find out.

But Pei Han came.

The nanny held the crying Pei Han and knocked on the door, "Dad, is my brother hiding in the closet..."

Pei Rong coaxed Pei Han away with just a few words, then walked towards the wardrobe.

In the closet, little Pei Zhuo hid under the clothes, curled up into a small ball, but he was still spotted by Pei Rong because of his constant trembling.

The clothes that protected him were snatched away, and the father in front of him was no longer the father with a gentle smile and who never lost his temper.

Dad's hands were covered in blood, and the knife in his hand was still dripping blood.

The room was filled with a pungent, terrifying, and nauseating fishy smell, the smell of Fourth Uncle's gushing blood.

"Azhuo..." Dad smiled at him: "What did you see just now?"

The little boy's face was filled with fear and he couldn't speak at all.

"Do you know why your fourth cousin had to die?"

The little boy shook his head dumbly with tears in his eyes.

Fourth Uncle lived with them in the old house. He loved him and Ah Han dearly. Aren't they the closest of family? Why did Dad want to kill Fourth Uncle?

"Because he dared to compete with Dad for the consortium's shares!"

Pei Rong's expression turned ferocious, and he gritted his teeth like a ghost from hell: "Dad is the future master of Pei's! Anyone who dares to compete with me will die!"

"What brother?" Pei Rong gave him a meaningful look. "Even if he was my own son, I would kill him too!"

Dad is crazy!

Dad is going to kill him!

Little Pei Zhuo finally screamed in shock: "Mom! Mom, save me..."

Pei Rong covered his mouth, grabbed his neck, and slammed his head against the closet wall.

The blood blurred my vision...

The intense pain made him tremble.

He saw his father raise the sharp, blood-stained knife and stab him...

"A Zhuo!"

My mother's voice came from outside the door.

"Honey, why did you lock the door? Ah Han said Ah Zhuo is inside, open the door..."

Pei Rong strangled the little boy's neck tightly and calmly made up a lie to send Qin Shuang away.

Then, Pei Rong released little Pei Zhuo's neck and glared at him with extreme disgust, weighing whether killing him now would backfire and lead to the complete exposure of the matter...

After all, Qin Shuang loves this son very much, and his father also values ​​this eldest grandson, so it is not easy to deal with him.

After thinking for a moment, Pei Rong showed an almost perverted smile on his face.

He grabbed the collar of the little boy who was lying limp on the ground and dragged him like a dead dog to his fourth cousin who was lying in a pool of blood...

Pei Rong stuffed the knife into Pei Zhuo's hand and said, "Stab me 10 times, not one less!"

Little Pei Zhuo was so frightened that he sat up from the ground again, hugged his knees, and trembled and twitched non-stop: "I don't want to! I don't want to! Dad, I don't want to kill anyone..."

"You must kill him!" Pei Rong grabbed his neck, his face covered in blood and filled with a ferocious expression. "Azhuo, if you don't kill him, Dad will kill you!"

"Remember, this is the rule of this world. If you don't kill others, they will come and kill you! No matter who that person is, if they stand in your way, you must get rid of them!"

Pei Rong began to count down, "Three, two, one..."

When he counted to one, he grabbed Xiao Peizhuo's knife-holding hand and stabbed it hard into his fourth uncle's chest.

My hands were quickly covered in sticky, hot blood. In my ears, I could hear my father's terrifying voice counting with a laugh: "One knife, two knife, three knife..."

Suddenly, Fourth Uncle opened his eyes.

Those bloodshot eyes opened wider and wider, his mouth open, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

In little Pei Zhuo's toy room, there was a wall dedicated to countless car models, each one exquisitely crafted, specially gifted to him by his fourth cousin, who had collected them from everywhere. He once held little Pei Zhuo on his lap and said, "When he grows up a little, he'll personally teach him how to drive a race car."

In Pei Zhuo's later life, countless times in his dreams, he would remember his fourth cousin lying in a pool of blood, the look of shock in his eyes as he looked at him...