I'm crazy, don't mess with me. I just love to pretend to be crazy, remember that.

……

noon the next day.

Feeling utterly weak, Si Qian opened her eyes and glanced at the spot next to her, only to find it completely empty.

I reached out and touched the blankets.

cold.

After wrapping herself in the blanket and covering herself up, she struggled to sit up like a fish that had been dead for three days and suddenly came back to life, slowly moving to the bedside to reach for her phone on the bedside table.

Click——

The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

A sweet fragrance wafted through the air.

When Pei Li brought in the boiled sweet soup, he saw Si Qian, who was leaning over the bed, replying to someone's messages.

He strode forward, put down the bowl in his hand, and tiptoed over to open the bedroom curtains.

It was a bright, sunny day, and the glaring sunlight streamed into the room. Si Qian, who was replying to messages, instinctively closed her eyes and waited a while before opening them again.

"you're awake?"

He helped Si Qian sit up, placed a pillow behind her back, and his tone clearly betrayed his guilt.

Si Qian glared at him fiercely, but when she tried to speak, she found her throat hurt terribly, so she simply raised her hand and gave him a disdainful middle finger.

If I hadn't still not fully mastered sign language, I would have given him a whole explanation today.

The thoughtful Pei Li had already spoon-fed Si Qian the red date and pear soup that he had been simmering over low heat all morning.

He tried to atone for his mistake with a bowl of soup: "Last night..."

"Shut up!"

Si Qian, barely able to breathe, couldn't bear to hear those words and interrupted him despite her aching throat.

Si Qian felt a little embarrassed.

Now that he brings it up, Si Qian feels that she has completely lost the little face she has left.

Although as a well-read person, I have read about this kind of thing quite a lot in books.

But I've never actually tried it myself...

Having zero practical experience, she personally experienced last night's fierce battle what it means that effort and talent are insignificant in the face of absolute strength.

Pei Li, who was also embarrassed, appeared much calmer than Si Qian. If you ignored the slight blush on his ears, his complexion looked no different from that of an ordinary person.

He continued feeding her the soup, lowering his head and looking down at Si Qian, obediently admitting his mistake: "I'll be more careful next time..."

There won't be a next time!

"?"

How could someone with a 37-degree mouth utter such cold and heartless words?

Pei Li, who had been sentenced to "death," asked, "Then next time?"

His response was Si Qian raising her middle finger.

"Can't you?"

Pei Li unleashed his best skills.

His tone and expression remained pitiful and heartbreaking, especially when he lowered his head at a carefully calculated angle, revealing just the right amount of disappointment. He intertwined his fingers with hers and repeated what he had just said: "Is it really not possible?"

"..."

She admitted that she had shamefully softened her heart.

Her pitiful appearance made it impossible for the hard-hearted Si Qian to say anything harsh.

Sometimes I really despise myself for being so blinded by lust and so pathetic.

The person opposite her held her hand against their face, continuously unleashing their ultimate move, pitifully playing the victim.

"You know, you're all I have left..."

"...!"

never mind!

Si Qian reassured herself that he was just insecure.

Just to appease him, I'm suffering a lot.

Si Qian cupped his face in her hands, her captivating eyes staring intently at him as she spoke, each word deliberate and earnest:

"Don't worry, you're all I have."

"..."

After much coaxing and pleading, I finally managed to appease her.

After finishing the soup, Si Qian put down the bowl and asked him.

Is your dad home?

"--Um?"

"Although I didn't invite them to the event, according to the rules, they, as elders, should give me red envelopes."

Si Qianli was unreasonable but also arrogant.

Changing her tune to call them those two swordsmen is impossible, but she still needs the money.

She now treats the Pei family as their own supply depot.

Take whatever catches your eye.

Pei Li chuckled after hearing this.

"Okay, I'll take you back tomorrow."

Si Qian shook her head, threw back the covers as if to get out of bed: "No need for tomorrow, let's go now!"

In a few days, she'll go back to her parents' home. Since she has no family to return to, she'll go back to the Pei family, and she can have another chance!

Seeing her in such a hurry, Pei Li quickly pressed her back onto the bed and gently reminded her.

"Your back... doesn't hurt anymore?"

"..."

Hearing him say that, Si Qian reached up and touched her slightly sore lower back, glaring at him resentfully:

"Whose fault is that!"

"Blame me, blame me."

He was apologizing, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

After resting from noon until the afternoon, Si Qian's first action was to drag Pei Li to the Pei family to try and extort money from Pei Tianming.

As long as she's around, Pei Tianming and his wife won't have an easy time.

Si Qian moved the sofa, cabinet, and flower pots from the living room, then turned around and took his various supplements.

As the saying goes, one shouldn't hit a smiling face, but Si Qian's smirking expression really made Pei Tianming feel incredibly annoyed.

Having already challenged authority, Ye Tinglan now only wanted to stay far away from this plague.

Looking at the empty living room, Pei Tianming's facade was about to crumble.

The scumbag took a deep breath to calm himself: "You're here to move my things after your wedding?"

Si Qian ignored him: "Oh, I almost forgot you should also give me the change-of-address fee."

Pei Tianming: "A change of address fee?"

Si Qian: "Yes, after you give me the money, I won't call you that old scumbag anymore, I'll call you Old Pei."

"...?"

Is this the correct opening?

Pei Tianming: "Isn't this wrong?"

Si Qian: "Is something wrong?"

What kind of person does he think he is, expecting me to call him "Dad"?

Go dream!

Pei Tianming: "Then your wedding..."

Si Qian: "Sorry, you weren't invited!"

After taking everything, Si Qian finally left the old house, completely ripping it off before leaving with her entourage, satisfied.

……

Sitting in the car, Si Qian navigated directly to the cemetery.

"Let's go visit Mom!"

At first, he might have been a little taken aback by her calling him "Mom" so naturally, but he's gotten used to it by now.

Pei Li glanced at the time: "Isn't it inappropriate to go this late?"

"What's going on?"

Si Qian twirled the two diamond rings on her ring finger and looked out the window at the receding night view.

The city's myriad lights and dazzling prosperity gradually faded from view, becoming blurred and indistinct under the cover of night.

The cemetery was quiet. The two of them placed a bunch of lisianthus in front of the tombstone.

The faces in the photo were no longer recognizable, and even the faces in Si Qian's memory seemed to be fading like an old, faded movie.

But it doesn't matter, she is still the most beautiful in my heart.

Si Qian took out the restored color photo and replaced the old one.

Then she muttered to herself:

"Black and white photos are never as beautiful as color ones..."

The man standing beside her nodded in agreement.

Si Qian reluctantly got up, patting the fallen leaves off her clothes as a reminder.

"It's time to go!"

"it is good."

The two walked hand in hand toward the exit, their shadows swaying in the trees and the streetlights stretching their figures infinitely long.

Perhaps sensing his bad mood, Si Qian simply reached out to tease him:

"Let's go home!"

Forget about today's unpleasantness; tomorrow is a new beginning.