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Housekeeper Hu would bring him breakfast every half an hour, but it would always be different.

Housekeeper Hu had a different way of coaxing her to eat.

"Madam, the rice flour belongs to Gui Lin. We have a master from the kitchen who came back from Gui Lin with endless resources. Try it, it won't taste good."

"Well, put it there, thank you."

"Madam, have a taste of this Chongqing noodle, an exclusive secret recipe that you can't taste outside. I heard you like spicy food, I'm sure you'll like it."

"Thank you, I'll eat it later."

"Madam, why don't you try a light one? Chicken soup dumplings have very thin skin, and each bite is full of juice. It's very tasty."

"Thank you, Housekeeper Hu."

Every time Jack brought food into the room, Pei Qingcheng did not get angry. She responded gently, but did not move her chopsticks.

Housekeeper Hu sighed and the phone in his pocket rang.

Needless to say, it was Special Assistant Ding. He asked if his wife had eaten yet.

Housekeeper Hu put the food on the table and left the room.

"Hello, Special Assistant Ding." Housekeeper Hu picked up the phone and went downstairs, "Madam still hasn't eaten, just drank some water. "Aiya, why haven't I changed my style? I've tried all sorts of ways to cook breakfast for her, and she didn't say that she wouldn't eat it, so she just said to leave it there. I'll go there in half an hour and leave it untouched. I can't just go there to feed her, can I?"

Ding Hann also sighed. Even if it was a 'hey', it was this grandpa who had to personally feed it.

Today, Pei Qingcheng didn't go to the company. She didn't know the business of the company anyway, plus she was in a bad mood today, so she was too lazy to move.

She lay on the deck chair and looked up at the sky. It was a fine day, and the sun was shining.

Even though it was freezing cold outside, the balcony was sealed with insulated glass. Only the sunlight could be felt, but the cold wind could not blow in at all.

Housekeeper Hu brought breakfast up in half an hour. She didn't have much appetite. Although she knew that Housekeeper Hu and the others would be punished if she didn't eat, she still couldn't force herself to eat when she didn't want to.

Pei Qingcheng still hadn't eaten at lunchtime.

She was taking a bath and rubbing the spots on her neck and chest. But she had rubbed her skin red, and when the red faded, the spots were still there.

How could the imprint from last night be removed so quickly?

Why was she so confused? She drank a few bottles of beer and got so drunk that she thought Ye Juan was Yin Hann?

Yin Hann and Ye Juan were clearly different people.

Their eyes were completely different. Yin Hann was always gentle and refined, while Ye Juan's eyes seemed to hide a giant dragon that could leap out at any time and swallow his opponent into his stomach.

Ye Juan was dangerous, so even if he treated Pei Qingcheng extremely well now, she didn't know what Ye Juan wanted to do.

She finished her shower and came out of the bathroom in her bathrobe.

In the large outer hall, she saw Ye Juan, who was staring at her.

It was only one in the afternoon. Shouldn't he be at the company? Why was he back?

But it was none of her business.

Pei Qingcheng walked past him indifferently, but he stopped her. "You haven't eaten since morning?"

Pei Qingcheng struggled as hard as she could to get rid of his hand. "It has nothing to do with you!"

However, she didn't know if it was because she didn't have any energy and didn't have any grains of rice to feed, but instead she was wrapped in his arms. She raised her head slightly and saw the little strawberries on Ye Juan's neck.

She turned her head in disgust: "Chairman Ye, please let me go."

His two fingers found her wet hair, and he held onto Pei Qingcheng's shoulder. "Let's dry our hair first."

"Don't work for Chairman Ye." Pei Qingcheng pulled down his hand, her eyes filled with coldness and coldness: "Don't worry, I won't starve myself to death. Since I already have the face to ask you to help Pei's, naturally, I won't die."

However, Ye Juan didn't say anything. He just pushed her onto the sofa and used a blow-dryer to help blow her hair.

A warm wind blew past her ears, as if it was slowly calming her frantic heart.

Housekeeper Hu brought him lunch. Ye Juan's voice mixed with the blowpipe's noise, "How's the chicken soup?"

"Good, what's wrong with that?" Pei Qingcheng sneered. "Do I have any choice?"

After blow-drying her hair, Pei Qingcheng and Ye Juan sat opposite each other at a table with steaming dishes on top of the table.

Ye Juan was serving her soup. The yellow chicken soup was rippling with green onions in the white porcelain bowl.

A spoonful of chicken soup was placed on her lips. Pei Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, but there was no way for her to refuse. She could only open her mouth and drink it.

The chicken soup was very hot. It looked cool on the surface, but it was actually very hot on the inside. Pei Qingcheng jumped up from her chair with her mouth full. It was unknown whether she swallowed the chicken soup or spat it out.

Ye Juan quickly picked up a glass of ice water from the table, drank a mouthful, and then grabbed the back of Pei Qingcheng's head, blocking her lips. Ye Juan quickly picked up a glass of ice water from the table, drank a mouthful of ice water, and grabbed the back of Pei Qingcheng's head.

Pei Qingcheng quickly pushed Ye Juan away as she swallowed the chicken soup along with icy water. Her mouth was no longer hot.

"Is your tongue okay?" Ye Juan looked at her with concern: "Qing Qing, I'm sorry."

"No need to say sorry. Chairman Ye, I can't take it." Pei Qingcheng mockingly laughed and said, "Even if you apologize, it's not this one. You know Yin Hann's things are very precious to me, so I hope you won't touch it again."

Ye Juan lowered his eyes and walked to the door, holding the doorknob without turning his head: "Since you hate me, you will have the strength to continue to hate me only after you've eaten your fill. I'm waiting for the day when you're full of energy to beat me."

Pei Qingcheng watched Ye Juan's figure walk out of the room. She still felt that her tongue was a little numb. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "Yes, there will be a day!"

With that, she picked up the bowl and began to dig through it.

A year's time quickly passed by. At that time, she must leave this demon's side as soon as possible!

Is there anything scarier than a demon who takes care of you?

When he was full, he leaned back in his chair. It was much better to have a full stomach than a hungry one.

The phone rang and she looked at it lazily. It was an unfamiliar number.

She didn't answer, but the phone continued to ring.

He had no choice but to pick it up. It was the voice of an unfamiliar man.

"Pei Qingcheng?"

"I am."

"Is Pei Zhijun your brother?"

"Yes." Pei Qingcheng couldn't help but sit up straight. She clenched her hands into a ball and asked, "Where are you?"

"I'm from the Northern Steep Prison. Pei Zhijun hid an iron spoon after lunch today and then killed himself with it."

"What?" Pei Qingcheng's head buzzed for a moment before exploding. It was as if she had bitten her own tongue. A sharp pain spread throughout her body. "Suicide? Did my brother commit suicide?"

"Yes."

"Then, how is he now?" Pei Qingcheng gripped the phone tightly, one hand on the back of the sofa.

"They are now being sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. According to the regulations, we have to inform the family members before we know the specific condition of the prisoner."

In other words, her brother was still alive?

Pei Qingcheng felt a tinge of hope burning in her heart. She forced herself to walk towards the cloakroom while propping herself up on the sofa. "Which hospital, please? I'll be there right away!"

"You can't come, we just have to inform you according to the regulations. If the rescue is ineffective, we will arrange for families to meet."

What kind of logic was this? He would rather die than live, wouldn't he?

"Hey, I want to see my brother. Please tell me he's here." Before Pei Qingcheng finished her sentence, she hung up the phone.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Pei Qingcheng called a few times into the phone, but the other side had already hung up.

When he called again, it was another person who answered. He said in a businesslike tone that the person who just called had left the office and he didn't know what Pei Qingcheng had said.

She walked around the room in a panic. What to do? What should he do?

She couldn't sit still and wait. What if her brother couldn't save her? Could it be that she couldn't even see him one last time?

Pei Qingcheng walked into the cloakroom and randomly found a set of clothes to put on before hurrying outside.

In the living room downstairs, Ye Juan was discussing something with Soong Xieyang and the satellite. Seeing Pei Qingcheng come downstairs, Soong Xieyang waved enthusiastically at her: "sister, good afternoon. Today's dessert is muffins, do you want to sit down and have some together?"

Pei Qingcheng glanced at them briefly, then hurried out of the living room.

The three men in the living room controlled the economy of Mo City, the dark path said white. Everything was under their control.

If Pei Qingcheng wanted to know which hospital her brother was in, she could just look for Ye Juan.

However, she didn't want to find him.

Without him, the world would have turned.

Especially after what had happened last night, she did not want to take another look at him.

She ran out of the mansion and asked Housekeeper Hu: "Which car can we drive?"

Housekeeper Hu pointed at the garage in front of them and said, "You can drive any one of them!"

"Give me any car keys!" Pei Qingcheng extended a hand towards Housekeeper Hu. Housekeeper Hu hesitated for a moment before taking out a key and giving it to Pei Qingcheng. "That Rolls-Royce is safer, but Madam, are you sure you don't need a driver to drive it for you?"

If she wanted a driver, then Ye Juan would know where she was going.

She didn't want to live under Ye Juan's control.

She took the keys that Housekeeper Hu gave her and said, "Thank you."

Housekeeper Hu was jittery as he watched Pei Qingcheng drive the car towards the Zhuang Sheng's Dream's entrance. Then, he quickly went back to report to Ye Juan.

"Sir, Madame drove away. I don't know where she went."

"Yes." The representative got it.

Housekeeper Hu did not dare to say anything else and left the living room.

Soong Xieyang looked at the door for a long time before retracting his gaze: "What's going on? sister seems to be in a bad mood today! "

"sister looked nervous. Something must have happened."

Ye Juan was curled up on the sofa with his legs crossed and a cigar between his fingers. The green smoke lingered in front of his face and formed a layer of fog.

"Master." Ding Hann bent down and whispered, "Why don't I check?"