Dedicated to studying, yet forced into a chaotic situation.

Chapter 227 Serious and Devout

Even in the darkest of times, Shi Sui knew that the person squatting with her was Chen Xun.

He was a part of her past and accompanied her through the deepest nights.

I know everything about her, I know she will find the darkest and narrowest corner to hide in, I know she wants to quietly process her emotions.

I just quietly squatted down next to her, waiting.

Watching her bury her head deep in her knees, curling up into a tiny ball.

It is as fragile as a colorful bubble under the light, easily broken and easily disappearing.

Finally, she looked up and met his gaze. She had clearly been crying; her dark eyes were misty, and the corners of her eyes were still wet.

When she said "hug—" in a daze and with a wronged expression.

He stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms.

The girl's voice trailed off in a warm breath.

The tacit understanding between them needs no more words; it is the gentle understanding that the world silently approves of.

Shi Sui felt as if she had returned to that night when the snow was falling lightly.

It was cold and damp.

The drunken adoptive father went berserk again, holding a beer bottle in his hand, shouting and yelling like a madman, uttering one vulgar and offensive word after another.

She shielded her adoptive mother from a beer bottle and then swung a chair at the already drunk man, knocking him unconscious.

Such things happen frequently, but that time a beer bottle hit his head, and the glass cut him so badly that blood flowed freely.

I've become numb to the pain, but what I find particularly shocking is the sight of it all.

That night, she sat quietly in the snow for a while, waiting for the blood on her forehead to scab over, before going to find Chen Xun.

She wanted to kill her adoptive father, but she was also hesitant.

Chen Xun was clever, so she went to him for advice.

Halfway there, he impulsively wanted to go back and start killing, but since he was already halfway there, he went to find Chen Xun instead.

They pried open his window and climbed inside.

Before she could utter a sound, before she could clench her fists, her blood boiling, and shout in a fit of rage, "I'm going to kill that man!"—

Chen Xun hugged her.

It melted away the frost and snow on her body.

She would never forget that night, the boy's gentle gaze, yet his chillingly cold tone as he spoke of a plan for a cruel and perfect crime.

He also said it was okay, even if they found out, he would take the blame.

At that time, she didn't understand what it meant to take the blame. She thought that Chen Xun was a good cook, so the family might need to get a new pot.

……

Shi Sui pulled her thoughts away from the past, took a deep breath, and then stepped out of his embrace.

"Chen Xun, you've been drinking," Shi Sui said, looking at him.

He nodded and hummed in agreement, his voice low and husky: "Does it smell bad?"

Shi Sui shook her head: "It doesn't smell bad, it just makes my face hot."

"It is a little red." Pei Shuoxun gently poked her cheek, then moved his finger up. "Her eyes are a little red too."

Shi Sui: "..."

"Going back?" he asked.

"Hmm..." Shi Sui pointed to her eyes and asked, "Does it look like you've been crying?"

"You don't need to look like it, you have cried."

Shi Sui avoided his overly gentle gaze and lowered her head.

A moment later, she said out of the blue, "Chen Xun, I'm going to die."

People are like that; they will tell their most important secrets to the people they trust most.

Pei Shuoxun was stunned. He knew she wasn't joking and that she was afraid.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

He seemed more afraid than she was.

It cannot be said that the world is a novel, nor can it be described as a system.

Shi Sui closed her eyes briefly and said softly, "I had a nightmare."

If you know someone too well, you can easily see through their secrets with just a glance.

Long eyelashes obscured her dark eyes. Pei Shuoxun looked down at her and whispered, "Nightmare."

"Ah."

"Dreams are all fake."

"Ah."

After a few seconds of silence, Shi Sui suddenly looked up and smiled: "Chen Xun, if I die, I'll give you all my assets!"

Her smile was bright, yet tinged with sadness, empty and powerless.

The little money-grubber was willing to give him all his wealth, and Pei Shuoxun didn't know whether to be sad or scared.

He closed the distance between them, looked into each other's eyes, and leaned down: "Don't believe in nightmares."

Shi Sui said to him seriously, "Don't disbelieve me, I have a lot of money and a company."

“Yes, I believe that, but don’t believe it—” Pei Shuoxun paused, his eyes reddening, “If you’re afraid of anything, you have to tell me.”

Shi Sui avoided his gaze: "There's nothing to be afraid of."

Pei Shuoxun gently turned her cheek, his misty, dark eyes staring intently at her.

He said, "We'll die together."

Serious and devout.

He was the one who accompanied her through a filthy, malicious world.

She brought vibrancy to his world.

The girl's eyes were misty and glistening with moisture, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

The bonds between people are so deep that they can bring tears to one's eyes.

*

Meanwhile, the reporter who posted the interview video with Jiang Shu was dreaming of a surge in traffic and overnight riches.

Within minutes, the trending topic was removed and the account was banned.

He immediately contacted Weibo customer service to appeal, only to be told that he had posted content that violated regulations.

Before he could even dial the customer service hotline, he received a lawyer's letter in his email.

At the same time, a trending topic appeared on Weibo.

The reporter was exposed for fabricating fake news to attract attention and make money, secretly filming celebrities' private lives for blackmail, and spreading rumors and insults...

Fans of celebrities who had been misled by this reporter joined the fray, tearing him apart.

He went black out, losing money and working on the sewing machine.

……

Chi Yan hung up the phone.

Xu Chaomu tilted her head and asked, "Has that reporter been dealt with?"

"It's resolved." Chi Yan nodded. "Were those people in the comments section paid trolls by the Jiang family?"

"Yes."

“I already warned them before.” Chi Yan’s eyes were sharp as he said in a deep voice, “Then the Jiang family can die.”

"Yes, make it clean."

Chi Yan's eyes flashed: "Make it cleaner? You don't think I'm going to kill someone, do you?"

Xu Chaomu glanced at him calmly.

Seeing this, Chi Yan felt a chill run down his spine and explained, "It's just to bankrupt the Jiang family, no one will die."

Xu Chaomu gave a disappointed "oh".

As night fell, the two quickly fell into a deathly silence.

Chi Yan felt uncomfortable all over and rubbed his hair with a little irritation: "I still have to go find Shi Sui."

Xu Chaomu glanced at him: "A bet's a bet."

Whoever finds Shi Sui first will be qualified to accompany her, while the other two will handle the online public opinion.

"That's not fair," Chi Yan clicked his tongue in displeasure. "Pei Shuoxun should be kicked out."

That's because he knows her best.

Chi Yan's heart sank suddenly, and he fell silent.

He clearly sensed the jealousy and possessiveness in his heart.

Chi Yan: "Hey, Xu Chaomu."

"?"

Chi Yan: "Can your company invent a racing machine?"

"..."

Chi Yan glanced at him and noticed that his expression was cold and stern, clearly indicating that he was in a bad mood just as much as Chi Yan was.

So she gritted her teeth and comforted him, "It's okay, Shi Sui only sees Pei Shuoxun as her older brother."

"..."