She said, "Yanshen, actually, God has been kind to me."
Out of the blue, He Qianshan turned around blankly. "What?"
Seeing his look, Wu Pengpeng suddenly came to her senses, and the words on the tip of her tongue got stuck in her throat.
—It must be that God pities me, so He let me meet you.
This was what she truly thought, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.
He Qianshan was nice to her only because he fancied her money. If she were to bare her heart to him, he would probably be so scared that he'd take a taxi and flee that very night!
Human feelings were too heavy. Sometimes, even sacrificing one's life might not earn true affection.
She lowered her eyes, and when she looked up again, there was a smile on her face. "I went to the detention center today to see the guy who hit me."
Although there was a relaxed smile on her face, somehow, He Qianshan saw boundless sadness and deep sorrow in that smile.
Suddenly, he felt that he had never truly understood this girl in front of him.
She was like a gust of wind blowing from ancient times. It briefly brushed past his cheek and then headed straight for the distant future without looking back.
He had fallen in love with a gust of wind and wanted to hold her back.
But he didn't know how to catch a gust of wind.
He Qianshan's heart ached with sourness, but there was no sign of it on his face. "And then?"
Wu Pengpeng didn't answer immediately. It was as if she was about to do something that required great determination. She stared at the light spots on the countertop in silence for a long time before finally mustering up the courage.
She looked up again, and the look in her eyes was full of desperate determination.
"I told him that as long as I'm alive, I'll spare no expense to dig out all the dirty things he's done. I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life in prison."
She paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, there was a barely perceptible tremor in her voice. "I'll make his life end right here. The days to come will be nothing but a meaningless pendulum for him."
After finally getting all those dark and unspeakable words out of her heart, Wu Pengpeng felt as if a weight had been lifted off her chest. Her vision blurred instantly.
She quickly lowered her head, not wanting He Qianshan to see her weakness.
She felt so aggrieved in her heart, but she didn't know who to vent her grievances to.
From start to finish, she had always adhered to the values of a normal person.
Even though she hated Huo Jingting and Qin Ledi from her past life for killing her, when she met them in this world, although the hatred still lingered, she knew clearly that they were not the same people.
She knew she shouldn't impose her hatred from the past life on them. Even when she drove Huo Jingting out of the entertainment industry later, it was just the punishment he deserved in this life.
She had been struggling to survive in this world that didn't belong to her, treading on thin ice just to fight for a chance to live.
But Wan Pengcheng had easily destroyed all her hopes.
The little miracle she had finally obtained in her broken life was almost ruined because of him.
She didn't want to be a magnanimous person anymore.
Those who wanted her dead, she would send them to hell with her own hands.
Whether it was from the cold or anger, her whole body was trembling slightly.
Seeing her like this, He Qianshan felt as if a cold arrow had been shot straight into his heart. The pain made him catch his breath.
Just as he was about to speak, Wu Pengpeng suddenly looked up and stared straight into his eyes. "Do you also think I'm too cruel?"
He Qianshan couldn't bear to see her pretending to be strong like this. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
"No. If it were me, I'd be ten thousand times more cruel."
Since Wu Pengpeng's accident, he often had nightmares at night. After being woken up by the nightmares, he had thought countless times about tearing that scumbag to pieces.
When it came to being cruel, there weren't many people in this world who could match him.
But all the tenderness in his heart had been given to her.
Wu Pengpeng smelled the faint aroma of food on him, and her angry and restless heart suddenly calmed down.
She buried her face in his chest and said in a muffled voice, "Yanshen, if one day you want to leave me, you must tell me in advance."
So that I can prepare myself.
Just as He Qianshan was about to speak, there was a sudden "hiss" sound from the pot behind him.
Wu Pengpeng sniffed and looked up at him with a smile. "The pot is boiling over!"
He Qianshan turned his head and saw that the soup pot had indeed boiled over. The fire was sizzling as it was doused with water.
For the safety of both of them, he had no choice but to swallow back all the tender words that were on the tip of his tongue and rushed over to save the pot.
Although He Qianshan looked like someone who relied on his looks for a living, his cooking skills were truly top-notch.
The simple home-cooked meal of four dishes and one soup tasted like a grand feast for him.
Wu Pengpeng was so full that she couldn't move and just slumped in the chair. She rubbed her belly and said that she wouldn't come to his place for dinner next time, lest she would go down in history for being stuffed to death.
He Qianshan was cleaning up the dishes while smiling and saying, "Then I'll cook something less delicious next time."
Wu Pengpeng immediately refused. "No way."
She tilted her head and thought for a while, then came up with a compromise. "Next time, cook less."
He Qianshan thought seriously for a moment and then firmly refused her suggestion with a straight face. "No way. I'm afraid there won't be any left for me."
Thinking about how she had eaten like a starved ghost just now, Wu Pengpeng blushed. She stood up and pretended to help clean up the dishes, taking the opportunity to change the subject. "I'll do the dishes!"
He Qianshan quickly stopped her. "You've just finished eating. It's not good for you to do any work. Just sit for a while. I'll do the dishes."
Wu Pengpeng had lived for thirty years and hated doing housework the most. He Qianshan's suggestion was exactly what she wanted.
But she felt a bit embarrassed to just sit there and do nothing. So she pretended to insist for a while, but was once again firmly refused by He Qianshan. Then she half-heartedly slipped away.
While He Qianshan was doing the dishes in the kitchen, she sat on the sofa pretending to play with her phone, but actually looking for ways to squander her money.
The energy meter on her phone had turned orange. The task of squandering money was urgent.
"What are you looking at so intently?" He Qianshan walked over at some point.
Wu Pengpeng was startled and instinctively closed her phone. "...Ah, nothing."
He Qianshan handed her the coffee cup in his hand and gave her a suspicious look.
"Thank you." Wu Pengpeng took the coffee cup and didn't dare to look into He Qianshan's eyes, feeling guilty.
She thought her psychological quality was really poor and that she needed to practice more, otherwise, she would surely be exposed sooner or later.
"Where are your Jasmine Princess dolls?" She had been so busy thinking about how to squander money just now that she hadn't noticed that the row of noble princess dolls on the sofa was gone. She took a sip of coffee and casually asked, "Actually, I like the Jasmine Princess very much."
Her uncle had said that the original owner liked them, so it wasn't a lie for her to say so.
The words on the tip of He Qianshan's tongue were swallowed back again. "I packed them up. They'll easily get dusty if they're left out here."
He suddenly regretted that he hadn't checked the information about those stupid dolls earlier. Otherwise, he would have one more topic in common with her now.
Just as He Qianshan was thinking about whether it was too late to check the information now, his phone vibrated. He took out his phone and saw a message from Fu Heng.
"Boss, since you don't like those dolls, can you give the Jasmine Princess back to me?"
They're really hard to buy!
He Qianshan replied instantly. "No way!"
Fu Heng imagined the scene of his little niece crying with snot and tears all over her face and gritted his teeth angrily.
What a guy! He'd rather throw them away than give them to me. What a lousy boss!
At this moment, He Qianshan, the "lousy boss", was walking out of the study with a box full of princess dolls in his arms. He pushed the box in front of Wu Pengpeng like a treasure. "Since you like them, they're all for you."