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Chapter 712: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

When the morning light shone through the half-drawn curtains, Pei Zhaoye subconsciously reached out to rescue the person next to him, but only touched the cold bed sheets.

Song Yuesheng's voice filled the room.

It was not a warning, but a kind of levity and mockery that had never been heard before.

His eyes shot open.

On the bedside table, a folded paper was pressed by his watch, and next to it was the lipstick that Song Yuesheng often used.

Pei Zhaoye opened the paper and a paragraph of text came into view.

"Pei Zhaoye:

We're done here.

Don't bother looking for me, you won't be able to find me anyway.

Your mother is right.

I approached you on purpose.

Where did this story begin...

Not important anymore.

We're leaving anyway.

What's more, who wouldn't want to watch a rich young man going crazy for love?

such a pity.

Someone is looking for me, I have to go.

no way.

I am so worldly (bow for money)

Do you think I really like you?

You have a bad temper and are very possessive. You even control what I wear.

You get angry when someone says something to me.

It's funny the way your mom throws checks around, but isn't it even more funny the way you force me into your life?

If I didn't know some fighting skills, Pei Zhaoye, do you think we would still be able to maintain superficial equality like we do now?

And I don’t want to get involved in any rich family’s mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drama at all.

In the past six months, your family hasn't caused me much trouble, not because you protected me well, but because I am better at hiding than you.

Do you want me to tell you about the person your parents hired to follow me?

Forget it.

Now the game is over.

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Oh, here's a piece of advice:

Not everyone who says they love you really loves you.

Especially a woman like me who has never said she likes me.

P.S.: Don’t smash my house. If you do, I will sell the photo of you cooking in a pink Hello Kitty apron to Financial Weekly.

The last words seemed to be stained by water, like some kind of malicious farewell ceremony.

After the recording ends, it starts playing again from the beginning.

Pei Zhaoye suddenly pressed the delete key.

The letter was crumpled in his palm, and he slowly unfolded it, confirming the words again as if in self-torture.

"Click."

The lipstick rolled to the ground, and the bright red color broke into two pieces, like a connection that was severed abruptly.

There was an eerie silence in the room.

she left.

It wasn't out of anger or tantrum, but completely and without any regrets, she withdrew from his world.

He could even clearly imagine how she looked when she wrote the letter - leaning lazily on the table, her red lips slightly curled, with that familiar, careless smile in her eyes, as if mocking his naivety.

"A woman like me who has never said she likes me."

She was going to make him angry even at the end.

Pei Zhaoye stood up suddenly and grabbed his cell phone.

There was also a breakup message from her in my phone.

The latest update on the Moments was posted at 3:40 in the morning.

"Being single again."

There was no sadness, no nostalgia, not even a hint of hesitation, as if it was just an announcement of an ordinary little thing.

Pei Zhaoye stared at the news and suddenly chuckled.

The smile did not reach his eyes, but his pupils were frighteningly dark, like the sea before a storm, with undercurrents surging.

"Song Yuesheng."

He pronounced her name, his voice hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with anger that was suppressed to the extreme.

"Do you think this is the end?"

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a darkness in his eyes, like a beast lurking in the abyss, finally tearing apart the disguised calmness.

The moment he dialed the phone, his voice was eerily calm.

"Check Song Yuesheng's flight, high-speed rail, and hotel records. Everything that can be checked. I want the results within half an hour."

After hanging up, he stared at the breakup message for a few seconds, and suddenly typed the following line calmly:

"You'd better not let me find you in this life."

Send button pressed——

A red exclamation mark jumped out glaringly.

"You are not the other party's friend now."

Pei Zhaoye stared at the line of prompts, his breathing stagnated, and then he suddenly raised his hand.

"boom!"

The phone hit the wall hard, the screen shattered and debris scattered everywhere.

it is good.

very good.

He grabbed his coat and strode towards the door, but the moment he opened the door, he was met by Pei's mother standing outside.

The woman was holding a document in her hand, her face was terribly gloomy, and her eyes were filled with anger and a cold light that was almost victory.

"Mom, can you ask someone to check this place?" Pei Zhaoye's voice was as cold as ice.

Mother Pei laughed angrily, her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc: "Still defending her? Do you know who Song Yuesheng is? She is the eldest daughter of the Wen family who has always claimed to be sick and has not seen anyone!"

Wen family.

Pei Zhaoye's pupils suddenly contracted, and a certain image flashed through his mind.

No wonder the atmosphere between her and Wen Jingheng was so wrong that day.

No wonder she was looking for him so anxiously.

I don't want to be discovered.

Mother Pei sneered and continued, "Song Yuesheng ran away from home two years ago and never returned! The Wen family ignored her. Do you know why?"

She hurled the file at him.

"Take a good look at what kind of person she was and what she did before she entered Ning University!"

Pei Zhaoye didn't take it and let the document fall to the ground with a "pop".

The papers fell apart, revealing several photos.

Sixteen-year-old Song Yuesheng stood in the defendant's seat in the courtroom with a cold and arrogant look, as if looking down on everything.

His gaze stayed on the photo for a second, then he raised his eyes and said in a chillingly cold voice: "It doesn't matter who she is or what she has done."

Mother Pei was stunned.

Pei Zhaoye suddenly smiled, with an almost morbid arc at the corner of his lips.

"Mom, the new energy industry has great prospects now. I think Pei Group should also have a share of it."

Didn’t the Wen family recently obtain a patent for a new energy source?

Song Yuesheng.

You'd better run far enough, hide deep enough, and be cruel enough.

otherwise--

When he catches her...

What kind of chain should be given to lock up this little liar?

Mother Pei looked at his leaving back and suddenly felt a chill running up her spine.

Her youngest son now resembled his father very much, who was ruthless and decisive in the business world.

Paranoid, cruel, and will do anything to achieve his goals.

……

Four years later, Tianque Club.

The night is as dark as ink, and neon lights flow outside the glass curtain wall, illuminating the entire building like an illusory Ukiyo-e.

Wen Jingheng stood in front of the elevator, dressed in a suit and tie, with an indifferent expression. His slender fingers were placed on a woman's waist, and his knuckles were slightly tightened, like some kind of silent control.

"Sir, according to the investigation over the past month, Butterfly appears in the Red Sleeves Room on the eighth floor at 10 o'clock every Wednesday night. Its characteristic is that it wears a black butterfly mask."

Luo Ying snuggled up to his side, her red lips slightly raised, with just the right amount of confusion at the corners of her eyes, as if she was really just a playmate who was there to have fun with him.

"Ah."

The elevator door slowly closed, and the figures of two people were reflected in the mirror.

"Ding--"

The elevator goes up and the numbers jump.

Wen Jingheng's eyes casually swept across the floor display screen, but suddenly froze at a certain moment.

At the end of the corridor, a black dress fluttered, accompanied by brown hair.

His breathing stagnated slightly and his fingers tightened unconsciously.

Luo Ying felt pain and looked up at him: "What's wrong, sir? Did you find a butterfly?"

Wen Jingheng lowered his eyes, the turmoil in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and when he raised his eyes again, everything had returned to normal.

"fine."

The voice was low and there was no sound of abnormality.

It can't be her.

She disappeared completely four years ago, and even the Wen family couldn't find any trace of her. How could she appear in a place like this?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed the momentary trance, put his arm around Luo Ying's waist again, and led her out of the elevator.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and the carpet absorbed all the footsteps, as if everything was wrapped in soft silence.

But that figure could not be shaken off his mind.

Before she left, she paid five years' rent for the house in Lanting, and now there is only one year left.

Will it appear when the rent is due next year?