Chu Feng sat back on the bed and felt a splitting headache.
He can’t just sit still and wait to die, absolutely can’t!
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In Changyuan Houfu
Pei Xiachen knelt and cried outside Pei Qinghan’s sleeping quarters: “Father, please, let my mother go. She is going to die if this continues. Father, please. This daughter will kowtow to you if you want, just please let my mother go.”
While Pei Xiachen was crying outside, Pei Qinghan was not feeling well inside. Since separation, he has been ill. He hasn’t gotten out of bed for many days. He has just made some improvement today. He originally planned to go out for a walk in the courtyard. But before he got dressed, he heard Pei Xiachen’s crying. He was in a bad mood immediately.
Every time he thought of Song Hexiang, he feels sick in his heart. Thinking of the fact that he has been manipulated and played by her over the years, he even has the impulse of choking her to death with his own hands. Let her go? How could he let her go?
The happiness that was originally in his hands was all broken by Song Hexiang. The woman he loved most, was hurt by him because of Song Hexiang, and almost died in his hands.
And their daughter has lived a miserable life since she was born, while Song Hexiang’s daughter has occupied her place and enjoyed the glory for 12 years.
With that said, even if she offered her cheap life, how could it be worth it?
Pei Qinghan opened the door and stood there, while stared at his previous favorite daughter with disgust.
Pei Xiachen rushed forward and grabbed her father’s trouser: “Father, this daughter begs you. Please let go of my mother, just think of her serving you for so many years—”
“Shut up, if you plead for her again, I will confine you with her!”
Pei Qinghan shouted sharply, which made Pei Xiachen immediately closed her mouth in fright. She stared at her father with eyes wide-eyed. Where was the father she was familiar with?
Pei Qinghan went past by her and walked into the yard.
Today’s weather was good. The sun was shining brightly. But even if he stood under the sun, it can’t warm his heart.
The cold temperature under his soles made him shiver in cold.
Upon seeing this, the servant, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly took a robe and put it on him: “Houye, although the sun is out, the weather is still very cold.”
Pei Qinghan suddenly thought of Pei Xiachen who kept crying in front of his door. He couldn’t help but frown and asked: “Is Song Hexiang really going to die?”
The servant shook his head: “I don’t know, no one has reported.
Pei Qinghan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: “Let’s go and see.”
He couldn’t tell what kind of psychology it was. But he wanted to see how miserable Song Hexiang was. No matter how miserable it was, she deserved it.
The two women guarding at the wood house were sitting and chatting while eating melon seeds. When they saw their master coming, they immediately got up and knelt in fright. The melon seeds in their hands scattered on the ground.
Pei Qinghan didn’t even look at them and just waved his hand: “Open the door!”
The woman quickly got up and opened the door. As soon as the door was opened, an inexplicable scent came out. The woman said: “Houye, don’t go in. The smell inside is too unpleasant. Let her come out and wait for the smell to dissipate before going in again.”
Pei Qinghan frowned and stood outside the door, but didn’t make a sound.
Song Hexiang, whose eyes were closed, immediately opened her eyes when she heard the sound. Then she quickly fixed her hair and tidy up the clothes on her body.
Although Pei Qinghan didn’t have her in his heart, there was only one Pei Qinghan in her heart. Since the first time she saw Pei Qinghan, she always had him in her heart. This was the biggest reason why she was determined to kill Dongfang Wan.