Chapter 8: I Will Take Back Everything That Belongs To You

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lin Xiaoran was terrified by Lin Guofu’s gaze. Li Suying hurriedly sat down and held her husband’s arm. “Xiaoran was too surprised just now and didn’t recognize Qingqing. It’s not like you don’t know how much respect Xiaoran had for her younger sister over the years.”

After saying that, she didn’t wait for Lin Guofu to speak and reprimanded Lin Xiaoran. “Hurry up and apologize to your younger sister.”

“I’m sorry, Qingqing. It was my fault for not recognizing you earlier. I misspoke.” Lin Xiaoran was caught off guard by Xiaqing and lost her composure. Now that her mother was helping her out, she quickly apologized. She lowered her head and her pretty face was filled with guilt and self-blame. Her acting was very good.

As expected, Lin Guofu’s gaze softened. When he thought of how obedient and sensible Lin Xiaoran usually was, he immediately thought that she really didn’t recognize Xiaqing. Then, he thought of Young Master Pei’s presence and waved his hand, “Come over and greet Young Master Pei.”

“Young Master Pei.” When she raised her head again, Lin Xiaoran’s gaze was filled with affection and she called him Young Master Pei affectionately.

Xiaqing felt goosebumps rise all over her body when she heard this. She cast a playful glance at the handsome man who had been watching the show on the sofa.

Pei Zhengyang felt the different gazes of the two women. He stood up elegantly and said, “President Lin, the matter has been settled. Is there any problem with holding the engagement on June 23rd?”

“No, no.” Lin Guofu hurriedly stood up as well. Although having a child out of wedlock was very disgraceful, it was possible that he would become the in-laws of a hundred-year-old established wealthy family like the Pei family. What was a little humiliation in thee grand scheme of things? Furthermore, the other party had personally come to propose the marriage.

“President Lin, you are too polite.” Pei Zhengyang replied indifferently. He had the air of an elegant Young Master. Coupled with his devilishly handsome face, anyone who looked at him would be afraid of tarnishing him.

Li Suying wanted to invite Pei Zhengyang to the Lin residence for a meal, but was politely rejected. She quickly helped Lin Xiaolan to send him off. However, when her back was facing Lin Guofu, she glared at Xiaqing.

Xiaqing shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. Her gaze landed on the tall and handsome back. Lin Xiaolan was going to be engaged to Pei Zhengyang in two months?

It seemed like she had to do something.

As she was scheming, a smile flashed across Xiaqing’s eyes as she turned around and went upstairs.

Following her memory, Xiaqing entered Lin Xiaqing’s room. It was the room with the worst lighting in the corner of the entire villa, and the room that Lin Xiaoran was currently staying in was Lin Xiaqing’s original room.

Unfortunately, in the first week that Li Suying and her daughter moved in, using the excuse that the owner should be generous, she had persuaded the original host to give it to the ‘guest’ Lin Xiaoran, just so that her father would compliment her as sensible.

From then on, the dove took over the magpie’s nest.

Xiaqing sized up the small bedroom. There were a lot of messy things in it, just like the storeroom. Only the one-meter-wide bed in the corner belonged to the original host.

The light-colored grey bed-sheets and the dark and damp bedroom showed the original host’s dark, weak, and pitiful life.

Xiaqing’s heart tightened and hurt for some reason. She covered her heart and asked, “Are you sad?”

No one responded to her. Xiaqing felt even more depressed. She went forward and pulled open the curtains. She looked at the family of three, who were sending the guests off downstairs, and said, “Don’t worry. I will take back everything that belongs to you.”

Pei Zhengyang felt a gaze on him. He turned his head and saw a narrow window. Under the sunlight, he couldn’t see anyone. However, he was very sure that the fat girl named Xiaqing was standing there.

He thought of the three times they had met, The woman was obviously fat and plain, but she had a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were either determined, calm, or sly. Her almond-shaped eyes were very symmetrical, and she also had a pair of legs that were fat yet oddly well-proportioned.

Yes, as someone with O.C.D, he felt that she was very comfortable to look at.

When he got on the car, Pei Zhengyang ignored Lin Guofu and the attentive mother and daughter, then closed the car window. He instructed Ah-Hai, “Go and investigate the Lin family and… Xiaqing.”

Upon the mention of this name, Pei Zhengyang became slightly distracted. That legendary and dazzling woman had broken many heart surgery records, but she suddenly died on the operating table.

How could he associate her with that fat woman from just now? He couldn’t help but shake his head.