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

Jing City, Pei’s House.

On the top-quality torreya wood chessboard, the black and white pieces are fighting fiercely.

Pei Muchuan's handsome and sharp features showed a calm demeanor. He picked up a black piece and dropped it casually.

On the opposite side, Lu Zhen's face changed, and he stared at the chessboard. He picked up a white piece and rubbed it between his fingers, but didn't move it for a long time.

Pei Muchuan took a sip of tea slowly and said, "Old Lu, how about you take your time and let me sleep before coming back?"

Lu Zhen's eyes twitched. These words weren't hurtful, but extremely insulting!

The cell phone rang.

Lu Zhen picked up the phone and the housekeeper on the other side reported that the young master Lu who was kicked out of the house had sneaked back home and was caught stealing the keys to his sports car in the drawer.

"He dares to come home and steal the keys again? Kick him out! Tell him, if he does it again, I'll smash all the cars in his garage!"

Lu Zhen hung up the phone angrily, stared at the chessboard for a while, and then placed the white piece.

"That idiot of mine is already in his twenties. He could crush a cow to death if he fell down! All he does all day is spend money. Letting him join the company is like sending him to hell!"

He tried his best to hide the envy in his eyes: "I heard that Pei recently acquired ST Chip? Isn't Jing Mo on his honeymoon? Can he still pull this off?"

Pei Muchuan said calmly, "It's just a small project. That's all my rebellious son is capable of."

"..."

How many companies have their eyes on this fat piece of meat, and you have an S-level project in your pocket, and you still say that this is all you can do?

It's so fucking Versailles.

Lu Zhen wants to have a hundred such rebellious sons.

Lu Zhen changed the subject: "Your Go set is quite good."

The chess pieces are made of top-quality mutton-fat jade and feel warm to the touch.

Pei Muchuan: "My unfilial son bought it for me as a Mid-Autumn Festival gift. It's just so-so."

"..."

It's just like that. Why do you use this Go set every time you play chess?

Lu Zhen closed his eyes to prevent the pink eye from coming out. His little bastard had never brought a hair home in his entire life!

He looked across at Pei Muchuan, who was in high spirits. He was about to hold his big, fat grandson, but what about him? There was no sign of his daughter-in-law!

The success of others is more glaring than your own failure.

Lu Zhen's eyes rolled. "Speaking of that bastard in my family, he's so infuriating! He told his mother about me dating a lesbian when I was young and almost got tricked into marriage. Her name was Cheng Yu..."

"How could I be so stupid as to be manipulated by a woman? Old Pei, have you ever heard of such a person?"

Pei Muchuan's handsome face froze for a moment, and he gave him a neutral look: "Who is Cheng Yu? I've never heard of him."

Who else could it be? It's his old lover!

Lu Zhen looked at his reaction in surprise. Did he remember the wrong person?

The next game of chess.

Pei Muchuan's moves were fierce, his chess style was sharp, and he was extremely aggressive. In a short time, he forced Lu Zhen into a dead end.

"This, this, this... It's all because of that little bastard of mine!" Lu Zhen looked unconvinced.

Pei Muchuan slowly leaned back on the sofa, crossed his arms, and said expressionlessly, "If you're not good at it, practice more."

"Old Lu, even if you practice for another ten years you'll still be defeated by me, but if you're new, then practice more."

Lu Zhen's defense was broken, and he was so angry that smoke came out of his nostrils and he left with a flick of his sleeves!

Pei Muchuan sat in silence, his brows gradually covered with gloom. He took out his phone and said, "Check Cheng Yu..."

Ye Qingrou had been busy in the garden all afternoon, transplanting a number of hyacinths. Just as she was about to call it a day, Aunt Zhang, wearing an apron and holding a shovel stained with garlic, came running over, shouting, "He's crazy! This jerk has gone crazy!"

Ye Qingrou said calmly, "If he's crazy, don't come to me. Ask Butler Li to call the mental hospital for him."

"Really! Come with me and see!"

Aunt Zhang dragged her up to the top floor.

Thick smoke billowed from the room that had been a forbidden place for many years.

Ye Qingrou walked over in surprise, only to see Pei Muchuan striking matches and throwing them against the wall.

The pictures that covered the walls of the room were ignited one by one, and the smiling face of the girl named Cheng Yu in the pictures was gradually burned away...

Ye Qingrou began to believe that he was really crazy.

"Madam! Please persuade the gentleman!" the housekeeper said anxiously, "If he doesn't come out, something bad will happen!"

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

Ye Qingrou watched as Pei Muchuan's tall figure became increasingly blurred in the smoke.

She calmly raised her voice and said, "If it's a minor incident, contact the hospital. If it's a major incident, contact the funeral home. It's no big deal."

Then he dragged Aunt Zhang away: "Let's go, I don't want to fumigate you."

Just as I reached the stairs, a gritted voice came from behind me: "Ye Qingrou, have you been hoping for my death?"

Ye Qingrou turned around and saw Pei Muchuan's face was dark and smoky, turning it into charcoal.

She shook her head coldly: "I don't hope you live a hundred years, nor do I hope you die early."

Pei Muchuan's eyes darkened as he strode closer, his tall figure overwhelming her. "You're saying that whether I live or die has nothing to do with you, right?"

"You can understand it that way." Ye Qingrou said frankly.

Pei Muchuan's eyes were faintly red, perhaps because of the smoke or something else. "Then why are we still married? Just get a divorce!"

Ye Qingrou put her hands on the handrail of the stairs, her elegant and beautiful face calm: "Then you contact a lawyer, I will cooperate." Then she walked downstairs.

Pei Muchuan froze in place.

He held the handrail of the stairs with both hands and leaned over to watch Ye Qingrou walk down the spiral staircase step by step.

Her thick black hair was braided into a single pigtail, resting on her thin left shoulder. She was wearing a gray apron for planting flowers, which made her waist look excessively thin.

Only when she reached the corner of the stairs did he see her expression clearly. Her fair, fleshless little face was as still as a pool of stagnant water.

It seems that it can no longer stir up any waves.

His heart suddenly ached, and some emotions were running rampant.

night.

Ye Qingrou finished her shower and walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair. Suddenly, she stopped abruptly.

On the big bed in the bedroom, Pei Muchuan was wearing gray silk pajamas, leaning against the headboard, reading a financial magazine in his hand.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again, and was sure that her bed seemed to have stolen someone back without her knowledge. And it had to be this person.

"You've walked into the wrong room." Ye Qingrou reminded coldly.

Pei Muchuan put down the magazine, patted the empty seat next to him, and stared at her with deep, sharp eyes: "Lie down."