Chapter 124: Don't even think about messing with him

Morning.

Pei Du didn't need to rush his schedule like the previous two days; today he personally drove his daughter to school.

Sixteenth floor.

Shu Shu had just washed her face and come out of the room to prepare breakfast when two crisp beeps of the password lock came from the direction of the door.

It was Pei Muyin.

"Older sister, good morning~"

Shu Shu poked her head out, curved her lips, and returned a good morning in kind; she thought her daughter would come in and wait, since they always went to school together as three, but after waiting a moment, she heard no footsteps.

Still puzzled, she walked over, reached the doorway, and saw Pei Du standing quietly behind her daughter, who had her backpack on.

He was still dressed in dark-toned everyday clothes: a navy-blue loose casual shirt, its hem tucked into black long trousers; from shoulder to waist to leg, his proportions were unfailingly tall and handsome, sleeves rolled up to his slightly bulging arms, giving him an air of deep, restrained coldness.

This person, really thirty-six?

"Older sister, is brother up yet?" Pei Muyin told Shu Shu, Dad is driving us to school.

Hearing that, Shu Shu glanced at the hand hanging at Pei Du's side and saw the car key in his palm.

"... Well, then let Muyin go first; we haven't had breakfast yet." Shu Shu found an excuse to politely decline; though her suspicion had faded, she thought it best to avoid contact if possible, saying, "So we might be a little late."

"Older sister, you don't need to make breakfast; Dad already made breakfast for the three of us, we can eat at school."

She said.

Pei Muyin lifted the transparent paper bag in her hand like a little sparrow, revealing three decent-looking sandwiches inside.

"..."

Shu Shu unconsciously lifted her gaze, meeting the man's dark pupils.

She raised her hand, pointed behind her, and said without changing expression, "But Shu Lingchen seems to have slept in."

The next second——

"Who said that?"

The boy, already changed into his blue-white uniform, snatched his backpack and burst out of the room, face saying 'I'm totally innocent,' declaring: "I didn't sleep in; I got up early, was reading in my room, then I saw a sentence, heh heh, called, 'Don't judge without knowing the full picture!'"

He was subtly accusing his mother of wronging him.

Shu Shu: "..." You saw that while reading? You obviously got it from scrolling a signature site.

Pei Muyin's eyes sparkled: "Older sister, we can go now."

Then we had no choice but to go.

…

Thus, Pei Muyin's driver was given a short leave.

Upon learning that Pei Du would be driving them to school, Shu Lingchen's face changed in an instant.

Damn it, if I'd known earlier, I would have "slept in."

…

Not long after.

A Bentley pulled up opposite the gate of An Shi San Zhong, the car door opened, and the three got out in turn.

Pei Muyin waved goodbye to her father.

Shu Lingchen went to the passenger seat to grab his backpack, after slinging the last one on his back he felt a gaze from above.

As expected, he looked up and met Pei Du's gaze; the man's dark eyes held an unfathomable, deep emotion that Shu Lingchen couldn't read.

"？"

The kidnapper kept staring at him.

That gaze seemed to faintly carry an air of scrutiny.

Huh?!

Scrutiny?!

What is he scrutinizing?!

In an instant the boy bristled like a cat with its fur blown up; he first turned his head to glance at the spot not far off where his mother and sister were waiting, making sure they couldn't see, then using the car door as a shield to create a blind spot, he glared back fiercely and solemnly warned Pei Du in a low voice:

"I'm telling you, abducting children—abducting teenagers, you'll be stepping on a sewing machine!"

So, don't even think about messing with his turkey-chick baby!

Having said that, Shu Lingchen gave a cold snort, turned his head stubbornly, and walked off.

Pei Du: "……?"

…

Shu Lingchen quickly walked to his mother and sister's side; since he was used to eating breakfast before heading to school, seeing the sandwich in his sister's paper bag made him a bit hungry, so he asked if he could have one first.

It was originally three portions; she nodded, and Pei Muyin took out Shu Lingchen's share and gave it to him.

It was still warm.

Shu Lingchen took it, tore open the wrapper and began to devour it; the first bite captured his taste buds.

"Huh?!" The taste is really good.

"... Chew chew chew, sis, chew chew chew, this sandwich of yours, chew chew chew, where'd you buy it? Chew chew chew."

Really delicious, Shu Lingchen took a few big bites and directly devoured the sandwich until only a tiny bit remained.

"It wasn't bought." Pei Muyin said, "Dad made it this morning."

"Cough cough cough!!"

Shu Lingchen choked, his breath blocked, unable to swallow or spit, he just kept coughing.

Shu Shu immediately stopped, raised a hand to pat her son's back, frowned: "Why are you eating so fast? Did someone snatch it from you? Or did I starve you?"

Pei Muyin also asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"

"... No, it's nothing."

After catching his breath, Shu Lingchen lowered his head to look at the sandwich in his hand, and instantly felt as if he were holding a hot potato, just staring at it blankly.

Pei Muyin saw this and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Oh." The boy pursed his lips, affecting a deep tone: "I just feel that, in terms of texture, this sandwich still has a lot of room for improvement."

In other words, the taste is just so-so.

Shu Shu: "..." Just so-so, only half a bite left?

What a silly hare.

Shu Shu shook her head.

The three of them walked to the crosswalk, waited for the light to change, and had just crossed the street.

Just then——

"Yinyin."

A male voice rang out.

Shu Shu's steps halted abruptly, and she turned around instinctively.

There are many people in the world who share the same surname and given name; when walking down a big street, upon hearing their own name or a sound similar to it, people instinctively turn to look, thinking someone is calling them.

Whether the voice is strange or familiar.

Pei Muyin did not turn her head; although her name contains the character 'yin', no one has ever called her Yinyin—she is always called Muyin.

Shu Lingchen also did not turn his head.

Only Shu Shu.

At that time, it was the morning rush for school, with students and parents dropping off their children on the road; Shu Shu heard the call, turned around, and saw a vast crowd wherever she looked.

She scanned her sight and saw a middle-aged man running from the other end of the street up to a girl wearing a San Zhong uniform, speaking with a reproachful tone: "Yingying, your mom told you before leaving to remember to bring your water bottle, how did you forget again? You've caught a cold, you need to drink more water."

While speaking, the middle-aged man stuffed the pink water bottle in his hand into the side pocket of his daughter's backpack.

Oh, so it's—Yingying.

A nasal-final character.

I misheard.

Shu Shu shrugged, then caught up with her son and daughter.

As they walked, she thought it was rather funny—her name now is Shu Shu; who around here would call her Yinyin?

…

Across the street.

Behind a layer of anti-peeping smooth black car window, on the driver's seat of the Bentley, Pei Du stared at the back of a girl whose ponytail revealed a slender white neck.

The man's dark eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sharp, as if locking onto something.

I've caught you, Yinyin.