Who Said I Was a Coquettish Bitch

In a remote and peaceful border town, gunshots rumble outside a residential house close to the border, and the police and drug lords are fighting fiercely, but the dilapidated little earthen house is deathly quiet.

"Sorry, no one can live to know this secret, including you."

The tall figure blocked the dazzling sunlight at the door. Under the backlight, the person who used to be as warm as the spring breeze now spoke coldly, and pointed his black muzzle at the person in the corner.

Bai Chen was seriously injured in the fight with those drug dealers, and his magazines had already been used up, so he had no chance of resisting at this moment.

"Why did you do this?" Even if he died, he still had to ask.

"Why?" The man sneered, "Of course it's for money. We put our heads on our waistbands every day, and the money we make is not even enough to buy medicine for our parents. What a fucking fucking irony."

"That's why you turned from a cop to a drug dealer?"

"That's right." The man said coldly, "In front of interests, nothing is worth mentioning."

"Does it include the conscience of being a human being?"

"Put away your hypocrisy." The man said mockingly, "If you hadn't seen that scene, we would still be good colleagues, good friends, and maybe a couple in the future. But now, gameover."

"I'm ashamed of liking you." After sneering, Bai Chen calmly closed his eyes.

"Boom—"

The cold bullet pierced his heart instantly, it hurt so much.

Also relieved.

He survived countless times of fighting with drug dealers and traffickers, but died at the hands of the person he loved deeply.

……

"what!!!"

Bai Chen suddenly opened his eyes, the surroundings were dark, only a faint smell of incense could be smelled.

Like a fish forced out of the water, he opened his mouth wide and breathed hard. His left hand was tightly clutching his heart. The position seemed to be still hurting. The sound of the man pulling the trigger can still be heard.

So crisp, so crisp.

Bai Chen could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, he raised his limp hands, and wiped the sweat with his sleeves, accidentally touching the freshly scabbed scar on his forehead , and a slight tingling sensation.

He wanted to get up and sit for a while, but he couldn't exert strength in his waist and abdomen.I had to put my hands on the bed to borrow strength. I just got up a little bit, and the numbness quickly hit.

He sighed silently in his heart.

"Little master?"

The people who fell asleep outside woke up immediately. The voice was a very young girl asking nervously.

Bai Chen said: "Bing'er, I'm fine."

He said nothing happened, but the people outside didn't believe it.Not long after, the lights outside came on.A girl about fourteen or fifteen years old with delicate features, wearing a pink skirt and messy hair, walked in hurriedly holding a candlestick.

"Little master, what's the matter with you?" She put the candlestick on the table, and hurriedly went to the bed to check, with obvious worry on her childish face.Bai Chen said: "I had a nightmare, I want to get up and sit for a while."

But it failed, and he didn't need to explain the obvious situation.

When the girl named Bing'er heard this, her eyes immediately turned red, "Young master, why didn't you call me? Where are you exerting all your strength right now?"

"I didn't want to trouble you at night." Bai Chen looked calm, and he smiled slightly, "I didn't expect to trouble you. It will be fine after tomorrow."

The girl's eyes were only red at first, but when she heard this, tears started to drip down, "Young master, don't say it, don't say it."

The more indifferent the young master was, the more distressed she was.

Bai Chen comforted: "Don't cry, leave here tomorrow, at least they won't give me anesthesia, and you don't have to be punished by the aunt again."

The girl cried harder, sobbing so hard that she was a little out of breath, "It's too much, how could they treat you like this, you just woke up after being in a coma for so long, and they are going...to put you...obviously The one who should get married is..."

"Hush—there's always a way." Bai Chen stopped Bing'er from complaining, "Go to sleep, you have to work all day tomorrow."

Bing'er bit her lips unwillingly, with tears in her eyes: "Young master, then I'll wipe off your sweat before you sleep, so as not to catch the cold."

Bai Chen: "It's troublesome."

"Why did you suddenly become polite to me?" Bing'er took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and muttered, "I have been serving you for seven years since I entered the Marquis Mansion at the age of seven."

"..." Uh, I'm sorry, he's not quite used to the current status of the aristocratic class.

After wiping off the sweat, I sent Bing'er to sleep, and the room fell into darkness again.

As long as you have free control over your body, there is hope.

Bai Chen thought so, then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Youde eight years, the eighth day of April.Avoid breaking ground or breaking ground. It is advisable to marry, offer sacrifices, pray for blessings, and enter the house.

The sky was not bright yet, the stars had disappeared, only the waning moon was still hanging on the treetops, it was the darkest time before dawn.

A small courtyard on the west side of Pingxihou's Mansion was already busy.

The servants came in and out, cooperated tacitly, hung red lanterns and silks and satins everywhere in the courtyard, and pasted red words of happiness.

Not long after, the plain and clean courtyard was decorated with lights and festoons, a piece of bright red.

——It's just that every servant has a numb expression, is silent, and walks in a hurry.If it weren't for the overwhelming red double happiness, it would be more believable to say that it was a funeral.

The courtyard was eerily quiet, and the low sobs in the room became very clear.

"Don't cry." Bai Chen looked at the beautiful young woman whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and said the word with some difficulty, "...Mother."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.mother , Gently wipe away the tears.

Although she is nearly forty years old, the years have not carved any traces on her body, and she looks like 27 at most.She was born beautiful and charming, with a graceful figure, and even when she cried, she had a different poignancy.

Bai Chen felt a lot of pressure to be called mom by such a young and beautiful woman.

He said: "I know, you are also very embarrassed."

Far from being unable to stop her, she has no qualifications at all, so she has no right to speak.

As Pingxihou's concubine, Gu Hong's son was allowed to call her "mother" when there were no outsiders.

Only the parents can make decisions about the marriage of their children, and she is only Bai Chen's "third aunt" in name.

"You are only seventeen, and you are still so young, yet you are marrying a useless person..." Seeing Bai Chen's calm expression, Gu Hong felt more and more guilty and uncomfortable, and burst into tears, "Even if Bing'er is married in the past, it is impossible to add a surname of Xiao. How will you live your life? Why is your father so cruel? You are also his own flesh and blood!"

Gu Hong was heartbroken, and Bing'er, who was waiting on the side, also shed tears. The atmosphere of the scene was miserable, which was in stark contrast to the brightly red and festively decorated room.

Bai Chen didn't speak, because all this had already broken through his bottom line of cognition, and he had nothing to say.

"Mother, don't cry." Bai Chen said suddenly, "There are footsteps coming, maybe it's Mother Wang sending a wedding dress."

The footsteps were very light, and there was still some distance to go, but his keen feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow was still there.

Wang Momo is the dowry maid of Mrs. Bo, the main family of Pingxi Hou. She has been with her in the Hou Mansion for almost 30 years. She is also Mrs. Bai's confidant. Say "Hello Wang Momo."

Gu Hong wiped away her tears, and said bitterly: "What are you sending wedding clothes to, isn't it just that bitch's order to watch over you. You don't feel at ease when you put medicine in your meals every day, it's unconscionable!"

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