Qiao Chuchu: "..."
She didn't know what to say, only asking in confusion, "What does being fine have to do with you having children or not?"
Pei Yuan smiled aningfully, picking up the porridge and saying, "Co on, open your mouth."
She was truly exhausted and waved her hand, "I’ve already said so much to them earlier. Brother, I want to sleep now."
Pei Yuan didn’t force her to finish the porridge. Instead, he helped her lie back down and gently touched her forehead. "It seems like you might be getting a fever again. Sleep well."
She lazily humd in agreent, closing her eyes with a sigh.
*Although Big Brother can be quite troubleso at tis, he’s really good at taking care of people. Being by his side always feels as comforting as being with Mother Pei.*
Pei Yuan’s smile deepened as he tucked the blanket around her and softly brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers.
The bathroom door opened.
Pei Che walked out at the front, his face cold and frosty, glaring at Pei Yuan.
Pei Yuan, as if he had anticipated this, calmly looked up, still wearing his warm, gentle smile.
The others who followed weren’t as cheerful. They all wore dark expressions, each harboring their own thoughts as they stared at him.
Pei Yuan seed to be provoking them, his gaze sweeping over each of them before landing on Qiao Chuchu. "Chuchu?"
Qiao Chuchu was breathing evenly, already fast asleep.
Relieved, he lowered his voice, "As expected of the Chuchu I’ve raised so carefully since she was young. She’s perfect in every way, and I’m just as perfect for her. You all can sense that, right?"
They scoffed, "We don’t sense anything."
Pei Yuan chuckled lightly, "It’s enough that I can sense it. Whether you do or not doesn’t matter."
He gently caressed Qiao Chuchu’s cheek, "I just want her to get better soon and not fall ill again."
The others exchanged glances, each lost in their own thoughts.
Weisheng Biehe turned to Pei Che, "I take back what I said earlier about you being the most scheming. Clearly, your brother is the real mastermind."
Pei Che gritted his teeth, "Why do you think he’s the eldest brother?"
Pei Yuan heard this but pretended not to, simply smiling faintly.
In her drowsy state, Qiao Chuchu had a dream.
She dread that her high fever had subsided, and while recuperating at ho, she received a call from Ji Yanchuan.
Ji Yanchuan invited her out.
She bluntly refused, but accidentally slipped and fell. Coincidentally, the pencil tangled in her hair fell and pierced her eye.
She died and ca back to life.
Her lives decreased from 3 to 2.
She returned to the mont before Ji Yanchuan invited her out again.
This ti, she answered Ji Yanchuan’s call, removed the pencil from her hair, and threw it into the trash. She walked out of her room and down the stairs, firmly rejecting him once more.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she fell down the stairs, broke her spine, and died again.
Her lives went from 2 to 1.
Once again, she returned to the mont before Ji Yanchuan invited her out.
This ti, she did nothing, sitting on the couch in her room as she answered the call, still refusing him.
But the mont she finished speaking, the chandelier above her head fell and struck her!
As luck would have it, a shard of glass pierced her skull.
She died once more.
Her lives went from 1 to 0.
She was down to her last life.
Qiao Chuchu suddenly woke up, sitting in bed and gasping for air.
Her entire body was cold and clammy, and even though she was wrapped in a warm blanket, she couldn’t stop shivering.
What was this?
A prophetic dream?
If Ji Yanchuan really did invite her out and she refused, would she die?!
Why? The protagonist's luck was like an invincibility charm for Xia Xuechun, but for her, it was a forced pairing with Ji Yanchuan. If she refused, would the world just erase her?!
Still shaken, Qiao Chuchu picked up her phone.
It was 10 PM.
There were several ssages on WeChat.
Weisheng Huailing: *"Sister, why aren’t you talking to ? Do you think I’m illiterate?"*
Lou Tingsi: *"I heard you have a fever. I’ll co see you as soon as I return to the country. I’m busy right now, so don’t be mad at ."*
Lou Yuejue: *"Sister, you have a fever?! I’m abroad for a competition right now, but once I win the championship, I’ll give you my trophy! You have to get better soon!"*
Weisheng Yucan: *"Wen Zhan told you have a fever. I had to rush abroad for work, so I won’t be able to see you for a while. But I’ve ordered so new spring collections from top brands for you. They’ll be delivered tomorrow around 10 AM. Don’t be mad at ~"*
Lin Qing: *"You have a fever? Is it serious? Did you catch COVID? I’ll co see you with my brother once I finish work!"*
Lin Shen: *"How are you? How’s your ntal and physical state?"*
Ying Chen: *"I heard you have a fever? I’m not sure what to send you to help you recover, but I have two excellent bottles of wine—a 1945 Romanée-Conti and a 1947 Château Cheval Blanc. I’ll have soone deliver them to you tomorrow. Drink them, and I’ll co see you once I’m done with work."*
After replying to each of them, she opened two new friend requests.
Shi Yu’s friend request: *"I took the liberty of finding your WeChat, Miss Qiao. It’s fine if you don’t think highly of now, but in the future, we can help each other. After all, I’m the only one in this world who has awakened. Don’t you agree?"*
She chose to accept.
The other friend request was from Ji Yanchuan.
*"I had my assistant find your WeChat. How are you? Did you manage to escape with that white-haired guy? I was in a hurry earlier and didn’t have ti to explain. The reason I didn’t bring him was because he wanted to kill ! If his gun hadn’t jamd, I’d be dead!"*
Qiao Chuchu sneered, about to reject him.
But just as her finger hovered over the "Reject" button, the room suddenly vibrated twice.
It felt like a threat.
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