Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

Pei Zhen was really stunned when he came in. By the time he reacted, the door behind him was already blocked.

He wondered: "Miss Ji, what is this?"

Ji Huatao in front of him glared at him, holding a pair of scissors that looked like cutting flowers in his hand. He stepped back and said, "If you have something to say, say it well."

He raised his palm and opened it in front of him. The thing he had been holding in his palm fell down. When he looked down, he remembered that he had just wiped his nose with it. He forgot where he got it from. He remembered that he just touched it casually.

"Miss Xiaofeng, can you let me go?" He tried to discuss with the talkative Xiaofeng, but to his surprise, the other party shook his head without even hesitating.

"No, A Tao said you soiled her things. You have to apologize to her."

Only then did Pei Zhen realize why Ji Huatao was looking at him like this. He bent down to pick up something on the ground. His face suddenly turned red. He looked into Ji Huatao's eyes and said seriously: "I'm sorry, Miss Ji. I, I'll just grab it. Otherwise , I’ll clean it for you.”

He had an idea: "Otherwise, I'll give you another one as compensation. Tell me where you bought it and I'll give you an identical one."

Ji Huatao's anger gradually loosened, but his face remained expressionless.

One of the things she hates about others touching her things is that she hates it even more when others still act like they did nothing wrong after being pointed out.

"Qingyuetang. Follow it and find it yourself."

She paused: "I want it tomorrow."

Pei Zhen let out a long sigh of relief when he heard that she was willing to speak, and his heart suddenly rose when he heard the word "but".

"However." Ji Huatao raised his chin and did not look at him, "I haven't completely calmed down yet."

"Then how can you calm down?" Pei Zhen asked cautiously. He was never so nervous when facing Ming Huaying. At least Ming Huaying never touched him.

Ji Huatao frowned and looked him over: "Come here."

Pei Zhen moved step by step, and hurried forward when he noticed the change in the other person's expression.

The place he glanced at seemed to be burned, and he was on tenterhooks. He was raised by a man when he was a child, and his understanding of women only came from Ming Huaying and Pei.

Even Ming Huaying had never looked at him like this. He felt uncomfortable all over as if he was on fire.

The tips of his ears instantly turned red, and he didn't dare to look at her.

"Ouch -" A stabbing pain on his arm interrupted his fugue. He didn't know whether he was frightened or screaming in pain.

Then he heard a voice that made him relieved: "It's barely calming down."

He looked up at her back blankly, and then looked at the red mark on her arm. There was no blood, so it was probably caused by fingernails.

He clapped his arms and couldn't help but mutter: "Are all girls so good at hiding their temperaments?"

Pei Zhen and Xu Suiran worked hard for another day and finally got an idea. The murderer was just a butcher in the town and had no other identity. However, the simpler it is, the more disturbing it is.

Ming Huaying was surprised for a while when she heard the result that day: "Then why did he kill someone?"

She sat on the stone bench in the backyard, and the box in her hand knocked gently on the table, making a dull sound. She heard the man standing not far away say: "The butcher said that he drank too much and went to the wrong place that day." On the way home, I met Bai Qing and thought he was blocking the way."

The voice slowly floated over and into her ears: "Fortunately, we found the knife he used. There was residual blood on it, and the wounds matched."

Is it just that?

Ming Huaying had been restless after learning the result during the day, and had a dream that night.

In the dream, she was dressed the same as last time, but the slightly drooped corners of her mouth showed that she was not in a good mood.

Her deskmate noticed her irritability and asked her in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Ming Huaying stopped packing the books and turned to look at her. The fine hair on her forehead was blown by the wind, and her voice was soft: "What's the story about the book you gave me yesterday?"

Hearing that she was asking about this, the classmate became excited and joked: "Do you want to relax too, the top student?"

Seeing that she had no expression and didn't care, she said while rummaging through the desk: "It's just an ordinary romance novel, like The Boss. Oh, yes, you probably haven't read it."

"It's okay." She took out the book and put it under the textbook, tilted her head and whispered, "I'll tell you, in City A..."

Ming Huaying frowned when she took out the book, touched her bag, and found it was empty.

She listened to the story of the domineering president for 10 minutes. She stopped talking when the class teacher came to her desk, lowered her head and complained silently.

It was gloomy and gloomy in the morning, and it was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

Ming Huaying listened to the class and reluctantly forgot about this incident for the time being.

But as soon as she was walking on the road after school, she couldn't help but want to open her schoolbag to see if the book was there. This time she went straight in and locked the room, holding it with her open hand several times before opening her schoolbag.

Almost broke the zipper.

Ming Huaying closed her eyes and prepared herself mentally to look at her school bag. There was indeed a book with an exercise book cover lying inside.

This time she took it out without any hesitation and opened it. The blank page from last time had changed, and it was full of words.

She glanced at it and her eyes suddenly stopped. Her fingertips moved up the page and stopped at a place where three familiar words were written: Ming Hua Ying.

Thinking of the weirdness of the past two days, she didn't think the name was a coincidence.

Taking out a tissue and wiping the cold sweat on the back of her neck, she turned her attention to the book.

The person with the same name was a girl from a wealthy family in ancient times. Her family had been harmonious since she was a child, and her younger brother was also very obedient.

The previous stories were about some warm little things at home. Ming Huaying couldn't help but yawn.

After the mist in her eyes dissipated, she turned a few more pages and it seemed a little different.

Her mother was in poor health and had been recovering for a year but her health was getting worse. What she didn't know was that her father bought a house outside two years ago and raised a beautiful woman in it.

Every time I hear uncontrollable coughing when I come home, it just shows that I am bored, and I only treat the two children perfunctorily.

Just two months after their mother's death, a young woman moved into the house, which made the two children unhappy when they first met.

The younger brother didn't want to meet her, but when the man came to his sister's place, he still sent her away with a cold face.

When something went wrong, the girl's health became worse and worse like her mother's. At first, her hands and feet were cold, and then her heart throbbed and hurt from time to time.

In the end, she fell in front of her younger brother who was taking care of her.

Ming Huaying couldn't help but frown when she saw this. No, there should be more later. Why was it only half told?

This thought shocked her as soon as it appeared. How could she know what happened after she had never read this book?

The things in front of her gradually became transparent, and her vision gradually blurred.

She remembered.

The first half of the incident was the same as in the book. Pei Yue died of illness, Ming Yan carried the outer room into the door regardless of his face, Ming Huaying died tragically, and Ming Chuan escaped.

Ming Huaying sat up and looked out the window at the dawning sky. She got up and got dressed. This was the first time she got up so early.