Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Officer Li and the lawyer were discussing the case, while Song Xianyin listened quietly to their conversation.

This matter could have been easily resolved, but the nurse was frightened, and people on other floors noticed it as well. Soon, news of Pei's father's murder spread online.

Public opinion is also a problem.

Officer Li observed Song Xianyin beside him; he knew she was Lin Pianyue's daughter.

However, he wasn't quite sure about Pei Qizhan's attitude towards Song Xianyin.

He looked at Pei Qizhan tentatively: "President Pei, in principle, the family's forgiveness cannot completely absolve them of criminal responsibility."

Pei Qizhan said calmly, "Let's look for more evidence. That nurse can't really be considered an eyewitness."

Song Xianyin's eyes lit up immediately: "She didn't even see my mother kill..."

Seeing Pei Qizhan looking at her, Song Xianyin's voice grew softer and softer.

She lowered her head and idly played with the hem of her suit jacket.

Officer Li immediately understood, and his eyes crinkled into a smile: "President Pei, we will handle this matter well, but Madam may have to stay here for a few more days."

Pei's father's body had already been cremated at the funeral home, and Pei Qizhan had his ashes sent directly to the Pei family's old residence.

On her way back to the Pei family home, Song Xianyin looked at the familiar road and felt increasingly uneasy. She dared not go back; it was too frightening.

"Pei Qizhan, I don't want to go back to the Pei family." Song Xianyin frowned deeply.

She was afraid she would have nightmares at night.

Pei Qizhan glanced at her and said to his secretary who was driving, "Turn around."

"Do you know where I live? My home is..."

"You don't really think this matter is over and done with, do you?" Pei Qizhan looked at her with a half-smile.

Song Xianyin choked up and fell silent again.

She genuinely believed that the matter was over and done with.

The secretary drove directly to Pei Qizhan's house.

This was Song Xianyin's first time here, but the layout inside was quite similar to that of the Pei family.

There was no human presence in the villa; the secretary had taken the lawyer away, and the two of them were the only ones in such a large house.

Pei Qizhan ignored Song Xianyin. Wherever he went, Song Xianyin followed, and several times she stepped on his shoes from behind.

If Song Xianyin didn't know this was Pei Qizhan's home, she would have thought she was in a hotel.

There's nothing superfluous about it; the dark color scheme creates a very oppressive feeling.

The fireplace fire burned continuously, crackling and popping.

Pei Qizhan sat lazily in the center of the black sofa, his dark eyes gleaming as he stared intently at Song Xianyin standing in front of him.

Song Xianyin was wearing his suit jacket, her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Her soft hair draped over her shoulders, revealing a sliver of fair skin on her neck.

The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. Song Xianyin felt the gaze on her head and didn't dare to look up.

She had only one thought in her mind: this time, she was really doomed.

"Come here," Pei Qizhan said casually.

Song Xianyin hesitated for a moment, but still stood in front of him.

Pei Qizhan gently put his arm around her, and she sat in his lap.

Even though she was sitting on him, he couldn't feel any weight. Pei Qizhan lifted a strand of hair from her shoulder and sniffed it.

Pei Qizhan tightened his grip around her waist, his hand gently caressing her waist. She felt a little uncomfortable and shrank back slightly.

"You never thought this day would come, did you?" Pei Qizhan's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing something.

He wanted to keep her by his side and torment her until she died.

Song Xianyin remained silent. She had thought about it long ago, but it seemed to be somewhat different from what she had imagined.

Pei Qizhan buried his face in her neck, gently biting her skin. Song Xianyin felt his breath on her body getting hotter and hotter.

With a gentle pull, he pressed her firmly onto the sofa and kissed her lips, giving her no chance to escape.

Starting lightly and gradually deepening the kiss, she placed her hands on his chest, almost breathless from his kisses.

Pei Qizhan looked at her flushed face, pried open her teeth, and greedily took every corner inside.

Song Xianyin was so dizzy from his kiss that she had no choice but to accept it.

Pei Qizhan's kisses kept falling on her body, first behind her ears, then her neck, and then continuing downwards. Song Xianyin cried and covered his mouth, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over.

Pei Qizhan chuckled softly as he looked at her. He kissed her hand and then focused his attention on it.

Their bodies grew hotter and hotter. Pei Qizhan didn't know how long they had been kissing, and Song Xianyin's neck and collarbone were covered with his kiss marks.

At first, Song Xianyin was a little scared, but as he kept kissing her, she began to get irritated.

If her mother weren't still at the police station, she would really want to slap him right now.

Looking at Song Xianyin, who was fast asleep with her eyes closed, Pei Qizhan bit her lip hard. She hissed in pain, turned her head, and continued to sleep.

Pei Qizhan looked at Song Xianyin quietly, feeling a sudden sense of defeat. Did she really think he wouldn't dare to do anything to her?

Song Xianyin's eyes and nose were red, and there was a tear on her eyelashes. Pei Qizhan couldn't help but kiss her eyes again.

He really wanted to ask her a question: why did she see through his true nature when they were children? Just like she said, he really is quite despicable.

Upon hearing the news that Lin Pianyue had killed the man and been arrested by the police, his first reaction was to wonder if she would cry.

Pei Qizhan sighed and carefully carried Song Xianyin to the bed.

At this moment, Pei Zilang was having a wild time at a bar.

Those around couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Zilang, your mother's in jail, aren't you going to try to get her out of there?"

Pei Zilang drank his wine, looking nonchalant, and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Song Xianyin will definitely find a way."

These are none of his business.

Pei Zilang frowned at the thought of Lin Pianyue in the police station. His mother must be rich now. He had to go to his mother's house tomorrow.

The next day, Song Xianyin slept straight until noon. When she opened her eyes, Pei Qizhan just walked in through the door.

Song Xianyin stared blankly at the unfamiliar pajamas she was wearing. She looked at Pei Qizhan, but Pei Qizhan's face remained expressionless.

"Auntie has made dinner, come down and eat." Pei Qizhan didn't look at her. He walked to the wardrobe and picked up a tie.

"How can I go without shoes?"

Song Xianyin looked at Pei Qizhan with suspicion.

Pei Qizhan has kissed her twice. Is he trying to humiliate her or torture her?

Pei Qizhan didn't say anything, but brought in a pair of slippers from outside. Song Xianyin frowned; these slippers were exactly the same as the ones at her house.

He squatted down in front of her and quietly put the cotton slippers on her feet. Song Xianyin was startled by his cold hands, and she instinctively flinched, accidentally kicking his face.