Chapter 101: Fell Ill

Pei Du's concern for Pei Muyin has not lessened over the years; from time to time he would secretly go take a glance at Pei Muyin. Apart from verbal "abuse", Madam Song never dared to openly inflict any substantive harm on Pei Muyin.

For example, withholding clothing and food, or imposing confinement as discipline.

Afraid of being discovered by Pei Du.

But probably because she just recalled that humiliating incident, Madam Song's inner hatred has been infinitely magnified by the evil.

Moreover, over these years Pei Du has frequently visited the main residence; after he just left, he won't come back within four or five days.

Thinking of this, Madam Song's worries instantly lessened considerably; however, she glanced at Shi Qing and her daughter nearby, hesitated slightly, intending to avoid outsiders, so she found another excuse to send the two away.

…

Shi Qing drove her daughter Shi Yao over, so when leaving she also drove away.

The car drove from the parking spot at the Pei Family main residence toward the direction of the main gate.

On the front passenger seat.

Shi Yao couldn't help but ask, confused: "Mom, Grandma Pei just looked in a bad mood; she, she called Pei Muyin—what is she trying to do?"

After driving out of the sensing iron gate, Shi Qing then replied to her daughter in a light tone: "Adult matters, children shouldn't casually meddle. Yao Yao, you don't need to worry about what Grandma Pei is doing; you should care about your academic performance and your violin grades, and not let Mom down, understand?"

"……Mm-hmm." Shi Yao nodded.

Shi Qing drove the familiar route with ease; suddenly, in her peripheral vision she saw what seemed to be a sedan parked on the inner side of the green belt beside the road.

It flashed by.

The night was too dark; that car also looked black, causing it to blend perfectly into the darkness, making it indistinct.

When Shi Qing reacted and turned her head, she had already passed the green belt; the next second, through the windshield she saw a stream of sedans coming toward her, imposing as they brushed past her car.

They were heading exactly to the place they had just left not long ago—the Pei Family main residence.

…

Madam Song had Pei Muyin come over to pour her tea.

The lights in the outdoor garden were naturally not as bright and clear as those indoors.

"Pei Muyin" stood in the backlight, causing her front face to be in shadow, making her appearance unclear; Madam Song only stared at the tea cup in her hand as a little water was poured in.

When it was nearly full, she immediately frowned: "It's scalding hot—can't you even pour a cup of tea?!"

As she spoke, the hand holding the cup also trembled.

Thus, a cup of boiling water was poured toward "Pei Muyin"; although she dodged in time, some still splashed onto her feet.

A hiss.

Madam Song was about to vent her anger with a cold snort when she suddenly heard the girl involuntarily cry out in pain.

This sound…

How could it sound, it simply doesn't sound like Pei Muyin's voice at all!

Madam Song frowned, looked up, stared at "Pei Muyin", then suddenly grabbed her, dragged her into the light, raised her hand, and ripped off her mask in one motion.

A completely unfamiliar face!

Similar build, similar hairstyle, similar posture, but it's not Pei Muyin!

In an instant, Madam Song was so shocked she couldn't help but step back two steps: "Who are you?!"

The girl, however, did not answer Madam Song; instead, she looked toward the spot behind Madam Song and gave a slight nod.

"……"

Madam Song doubted and turned her head to look.

The next second.

She stood there, dumbfounded.

Only see, at some point, a man with a cold, aloof face stood quietly not far behind her; he is tall and broad-shouldered, expressionless, with half-lowered eyelashes casting a layer of chilly shadow beneath his eyes.

It evokes the feeling of the eve before a storm.

"Pei, Pei Du?! How…"

Madam Song wanted to pretend to ask him casually why he had come back, but her gaze fell on the familiar gift box held in Zhou Zhi's hand beside the man, and she instantly lost her voice…

Madam Song's daily life could be described as abundant and unrestrained.

Although she is older in age, her heart refuses to grow old.

Taking flights around the world to watch shows, visiting private auctions, collecting various out-of-print clothing or jewelry, and having a nonstop itinerary for half a month are all no problem.

From time to time she would make plans with close friends.

That day, an elderly lady surnamed Zhu from the Jing Shi aristocratic circle called Madam Song after lunch, but for half a day the call wouldn't go through.

What's going on?

The two had clearly agreed to meet at two o'clock later to go to France, as guests at a noble auction, with the plan to have dinner and then come to her house to gather together.

Where is she?

The private plane is already parked at the doorstep.

Old Lady Zhu tried calling Madam Song but couldn't get through, then tried calling the Pei Family main residence, also to no avail.

She was just puzzled.

For such an internal noble auction invitation, once agreed it's not good to stand people up.

No choice, Old Lady Zhu had to personally go to the Pei Family residence to look for someone.

…

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong."

The doorbell of the main iron gate was pressed repeatedly by the Zhu family driver.

Behind.

Old Lady Zhu sat in the car waiting; after a long while, someone finally came out from inside the Pei Family gate—appearance of a servant, but an unfamiliar face.

How is your old lady?

The servant calmly replied to Madam Zhu: "My old lady is sick and hospitalized, not at home."

"Are you sick?" Madam Zhu questioned suspiciously: "What illness is it? Why didn't you tell me? Which hospital is she in? I'll go see her."

The servant said: "It's a serious illness that I cannot disclose; please go back."

Having said that, without waiting for Madam Zhu to ask anything else, the servant turned and the iron gate closed.

"..."

No, what's going on here?

Madam Zhu muttered, she was also annoyed from waiting; Miss Song wasn't going to the auction, she would be absent, and Zhu couldn't follow her and be equally rude, so she still had to go.

Forget it, let's go.

Before the car started moving, Madam Zhu unconsciously looked up and, through the window, glanced at the Pei Family's solemn and imposing main residence.

She kept feeling that something was off, strange.

It was too quiet.

So quiet, it was as if the house inside was empty.

Even stranger, Miss Song was never the type to avoid greeting people.

Could something have happened?

As this thought entered her mind, Madam Zhu laughed at herself the next second.

Look at her, what is she thinking? How could the esteemed old lady of the Pei Family possibly have something wrong? No wonder the younger ones in the family say she's getting more prone to wild thoughts as she ages.

Thus, Madam Zhu amusedly reflected a moment and then left.

She never expected that her casual random guess would actually turn out to be true—

The Pei Family's main residence was completely emptied one night.

Including the servants, the master was inside.

Not long after, all the elderly ladies who had originally made plans with Miss Song uniformly received apology letters for breaking the appointment, sent by 'Miss Song'.

Everyone blamed Miss Song for being a dove spirit.

No one expected that Miss Song had already been sent to a mental asylum a week earlier—