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

"sister."

A calm and reliable voice came.

Ye Qingrou looked over in surprise, only to see Ye Zheng in a neat black suit, followed by five or six bodyguards. The group looked aggressive, like robbers.

She turned around and looked at Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang smiled and gave her a look that said: Look, I'm such a smart little girl, I know how to tip off people.

"Sister, I'm here to take you home."

Ye Zheng walked past Pei Muchuan without looking away, bent down and picked up the suitcase.

Ye Qingrou walked towards him, but Pei Muchuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.

"A Zheng, your sister is already at her own home."

Pei Muchuan looked at Butler Li who was running upstairs in a hurry and said impatiently, "Notify the security office and send someone to see him off. If they can't send him away, break his limbs and throw him out!"

After a while, a dozen bodyguards rushed upstairs.

The corridor was crowded with two groups of people.

Ye Zheng put one hand in his pocket, his face gloomy, and full of momentum: "My sister wants to leave, I must take her away today."

Pei Muchuan glanced at him and said, "A Zheng, you've grown up and can handle things on your own. But you know how I usually act. I don't take responsibility for anyone's mistakes."

When it comes to ruthlessness and toughness, Pei Muchuan has never lost in all these years.

Not really. He compromised with his unfilial son and agreed to let him marry a daughter-in-law with no background because Ye Qingrou showed him the divorce agreement.

Ye Zheng was also very straightforward. With a cold face, he ordered the people he brought with him: "Fight! Call the police, just don't let anyone get killed..."

Seeing that a fight was about to break out in the corridor, Pei Muchuan signaled, "Take the wife away first."

Ye Qingrou reached into her bag, touched the box and clenched it tightly in her hand, then cooperated and followed the bodyguard downstairs.

Her cooperative attitude was so strange that Pei Muchuan keenly noticed the strangeness and followed her forward with concern.

When passing the utility room.

Ye Qingrou rushed in quickly!

Ye Qingrou quickly took out the matchbox, lit a match, and threw it into the wooden box full of old paintings in the corner.

The flames ignited in the wooden box.

She was about to draw the second one, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed!

Pei Muchuan snatched the matchbox, took off his coat, rushed over regardless of anything, and put out the flames with his coat.

The whole room was filled with flying dust, mixed with a slightly unpleasant burnt smell.

Pei Muchuan hurriedly picked up the two damaged paintings and scanned them carefully, not missing an inch. Fortunately, these paintings had been exposed to a little moisture since they were placed there, so they were only slightly burnt.

His expression changed drastically, and he looked at Ye Qingrou with a gloomy and angry look. When he spoke, his voice was low and soft: "I don't allow you to burn them. No one can damage these paintings."

Ye Qingrou shot him back with a clear and sharp look: "I have the right to dispose of the painting I made."

Pei Muchuan's face was filled with helpless irritation. Once again, his eyes were faintly red as he stared at her: "I just want an answer, Ye Qingrou, how much do you want me to beg you for?"

Ye Qingrou said indifferently, "How great of an answer do you want to hear?"

"I want to hear how many years I have treasured you in my heart. Or to put it another way, I want to hear how many years you have trampled me under your feet and looked up to me humbly like mud."

Pei Muchuan's face froze and his breathing became rapid again.

"Okay, then I'll tell you, I have indeed loved you for a long, long time."

"But I don't love you anymore! Listen carefully, I don't love you anymore!"

Ye Qingrou's face gradually turned pale, her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and her tone was filled with a hint of pleading: "Pei Muchuan, please let me go."

"You've made me sad for years. Just think of it as giving me back a little now... let me go."

Pei Muchuan looked at her deeply, listening carefully to every word she said. He felt a sharp pain in his heart again, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Ye Qingrou turned and walked out.

Butler Li appeared at the door, holding his breath cautiously: "Madam is gone..."

Pei Muchuan remained motionless and froze in place.

Is this the default not to chase?

When Butler Li was anxiously trying to figure out the emperor's intention, a strong and sturdy figure pushed past him and walked into the house.