Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Jiang Zhuhua felt a little flustered. She strode out the door, but didn't go far. She turned into a 24-hour store on the side of the road and bought a pack of cigarettes.

To be honest, she doesn't like smoking, or rather, she doesn't like anything addictive.

She hates being out of control and is very averse to being dependent on certain things.

She used to be addicted to cigarettes. When she was poor or desperate, she didn't know what to use to relieve her emotions, and smoking and drinking became her best pastime.

I even developed a dependence on these things, but I quit after realizing it.

I haven't touched it for a long time.

But on this night, she felt she needed some nicotine to relieve her tension.

Having not smoked for a long time, I couldn't help but cough a few times, my throat burning and sore. But I got used to it quickly.

Jiang Zhuhua wasn't stingy with cigarettes, but he smoked them sporadically, mostly watching the smoke slowly dissipate in the dim light, swaying haphazardly in the wind.

After a while, a tapping sound echoed in the night sky.

Slow, but falling heavily.

Jiang Zhuhua huddled in the corner and glanced at it.

Pei Hui leaned on a cane, unable to put weight on one leg, and his whole body rested on the cane as he moved forward slowly.

He didn't look well; he had to slow down after each step. He couldn't put any weight on his feet, and his upper body seemed unable to support him.

The hands also looked strange.

He was mostly supported by his armpits and palms. His whole body was limp, as if those were the only points of support.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't look at it intentionally. He just sat in the corner, not caring that the ground was dirty, staring at a withered blade of grass on the ground. In the dead of winter, how could grass possibly survive?

He smoked one cigarette after another, then stubbed them out on the ground one by one.

Sometimes she doesn't even know what she's thinking.

He didn't look to be in good condition; it was a case of physical transmigration.

Jiang Zhuhua clearly remembered that the other person was in autumn, at the lowest point in their life. In a desolate autumn, wearing thin clothes, in a dirty mud puddle, their eyes slowly dying out.

The author seems quite willing to describe how such an outstanding person fell into depravity, spending a great deal of time writing about his despair.

Jiang Zhuhua remembered it very clearly. In fact, she was aware of the entire plot.

It's just because of Jiang Ji that she cares about these things even more.

Pei Hui appeared to have no money on him, his clothes were given to him by someone else, and his cane seemed to belong to the hospital. According to the police, he was probably an unregistered resident.

His body was covered in injuries.

Jiang Zhuhua tried hard to recall:

The leg is broken. In the story, both legs were injured to varying degrees, which is why the person was forced to crawl. But now that one leg can put weight on it, it means only one leg is broken.

His ribs seemed to be broken, and his fingers had been severely crushed.

Jiang Zhuhua took another deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled irritably. The clicking sound faded into the distance; he didn't know where the smoke was going.

Pei Hui is an uncontrollable factor; he is different from Jiang Ji.

Jiang Ji was personally taught by her, and gradually became lively and cheerful, learned to care for others, and had shallow dimples when she smiled. She might be a little selfish like a child in some things, but that's a good thing.

She is a person with a warm and human touch, and she has a rich inner life.

Pei Hui is different.

He grew up in a high-pressure environment, and no one taught him anything about love or hate; his world was devoid of light. Consequently, as he grew up, his personality became exceptionally violent and cruel.

Because his family was wealthy, and with the winds of rapid advancement he could ride the wave of success, he could fight his way up in the business world, and he was capable of resolving any trouble he might cause. This also fostered a cold and indifferent personality in him.

Especially since no one instilled correct values ​​in him, coupled with this power, wealth became a breeding ground for distorted values, which fostered the vines of evil.

Jiang Zhuhua knew perfectly well that these were two different people.

Reason tells her that she shouldn't be controlled, but in some corner of her heart, she is still desperately wavering.

If only there were huge profits to be made, Jiang Zhuhua could convince himself that he made the choice for profit.

but.

The other party can do nothing but cause themselves a lot of trouble.

Jiang Zhuhua stubbed out his cigarette, putting the remaining half-pack in his pocket. He got into his car, ready to start it and go home.

Who cares? He's a grown man with hands and feet, he's not going to starve to death. At worst, he can rely on the police for help, and we'll deal with the rest later.

Besides, he has the blood of the Pei family, and this villain is smart, so he can't really let himself starve to death, right?

On his way home, Jiang Zhuhua crossed a bridge and drove straight across, but then seemed to see something and immediately reversed the car.

In just a short while, Pei Hui had already climbed onto the overpass, put his cane aside, and sat on the railing.

He was standing in the cold wind, his face pale from the cold.

Jiang Zhuhua's pupils involuntarily contracted, and a complex expression gradually appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Zhuhua could clearly sense that the other person didn't want to live anymore, and even had suicidal intentions, since they were already sitting on the railing. All it took was a little effort from their palms to push them up.

All it takes is a leap into the frigid river, into the silent night sky, and no one will be able to rescue you.

Pei Hui's current physical condition is simply not good enough to support him swimming in the water; just a few minutes would be enough to end his life.

Even if you jump and regret it, there's no chance of survival if you try to struggle.

Pei Hui fastened his military overcoat tightly, knowing that such clothing was extremely absorbent and would weigh a ton in water.

Pei Hui looked down at the river water that was faintly glowing in the darkness, and heard the sound of a car passing by behind him, but it was just a passerby.

He struggled to pry his leg over the fence, but the movement was too large, aggravating his wounds and causing his face to involuntarily contort in pain.

Her already pale face became even paler.

Jiang Zhuhua sat in a car not far away, watching silently. For a moment, his mind was in chaos.

That sense of despair, that feeling of being out of place in this world, could almost be felt through the car window.

He just sat there for a while, maybe a long time, maybe not.

The streetlights were bright, and the whole city was still illuminated, but it wasn't warm.

The unfamiliar world felt even less welcoming than the world I knew.

Perhaps all worlds are the same; it's just that we ourselves are not warm, so the world doesn't seem warm to us either.

Pei Hui glanced at it listlessly, braced himself with his hands, and jumped down.