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Chapter 722: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Life is better than death?

Pei Zhaoye stared at her face and suddenly chuckled.

He has long been living a life worse than death.

Is there anything worse than right now?

When Pei Zhaoye carried Song Yuesheng into the car, his fingertips unconsciously stroked the pulse on the inside of her right wrist.

There was a very shallow scar there, as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon - it wasn't there four years ago.

The car drove into the house that I had rarely visited for four years.

Pei Zhaoye had imagined countless times that if he caught Song Yuesheng, he would handcuff her with his own hands so that she would never be able to escape again.

He held the custom-made handcuffs - made of pure silver, with a layer of soft leather on the inside to prevent them from rubbing her skin.

He was ready four years ago.

Some time ago, he put her in the safe in the president's office, thinking that if she resisted after the deed was done, he would lock her up.

But now, with the handcuffs in his hands, Pei Zhaoye was hesitant to move.

Lock her up?

Or... let her go?

He stood beside the bed, his eyes tracing Song Yuesheng's outline inch by inch.

She was thinner, her jawline was sharper than it had been four years ago, and the shadows of her drooping eyelashes hid fatigue.

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her cheek with his fingertips, but in the next second -

"What do you want to do?"

The unconscious Song Yuesheng suddenly raised his hand, and his five fingers clasped his throat like an iron clamp.

Her eyes weren't even fully open, and her voice was hoarse but sharp, like an instinctive reaction of her body.

Pei Zhaoye's breathing stagnated, but he did not struggle.

Her fingertips tightened around his neck, but lost strength the next second, dropped limply, and she fell into unconsciousness again.

Pei Zhaoye froze in place, his throat feeling slightly hot where she had pinched it.

His eyes moved down and noticed the dagger strapped to her calf.

What frightened him even more was that there was a deep mark on her slender calf, which was obviously a mark left by long-term binding.

She always carries a knife like this...?

Pei Zhaoye's fingertips trembled slightly.

He gently took off the dagger and rubbed the mark with his fingertips. His chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

These four years...what on earth has she been through?

When she left, was it... not because of the money or the commission?

Once the idea came to mind, it spread like wildfire.

Pei Zhaoye looked down at the dagger in his hand, then looked at the person sleeping on the bed. His heart felt like it was torn in two.

Half of them were shouting to lock up this little liar and never let her escape again.

The other half, however, was trembling with pain and just wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and ask her how much suffering she had endured.

Finally, Pei Zhaoye slowly put the handcuffs back on the bedside table and leaned over to tuck in the quilt for her.

suddenly.

The phone vibrated.

The words "Ruan Weichi" were jumping on the screen.

Pei Zhaoye narrowed his eyes, and the moment his thumb slid open the answer button, a cheerful boy's voice came from the other side.

"Sister! I found a ginger cat in the recording studio today. Didn't you say you wanted to find something to distract Sang Wan..."

The tone was coquettish, familiar and intimate.

Pei Zhaoye's knuckles turned white from being pinched, and blood was roaring in his eardrums.

"She fell asleep."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a gasp.

Pei Zhaoye hung up the call, turned off the phone, and threw it deep into the sofa.

He stared at the person sleeping on the bed, his chest heaving violently.

Jealousy gnawed at his reason like a poisonous snake, and he picked up the handcuffs from the bedside table.

"Click."

The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the silent bedroom.

Song Yuesheng's slender wrists were locked to the head of the bed, and red marks soon appeared on her pale skin.

Pei Zhaoye leaned over, his fingertips stroked the teardrop mole under her eyes, breathing heavily: "You are good at recruiting people..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly froze.

She frowned slightly in her coma, as if she felt pain.

...What is he doing?

The handcuffs were hastily undone, and Pei Zhaoye knelt on one knee beside the bed, stroking the red marks on her wrist with his thumb, his throat tightening.

**

The next afternoon, the sunlight shone through the gauze curtains onto the bed.

Song Yuesheng opened his eyes and focused his gaze on the figure beside the bed.

Pei Zhaoye was sitting in an armchair in a suit and tie, his long legs crossed, playing with the dagger he had removed from her.

Seeing her wake up, he lifted his eyelids: "Awake?"

His voice was low and emotionless.

Song Yuesheng tried to move his wrist.

Achy, but not constrained.

She sat up slowly, her brown hair falling to her shoulders. "Why? Do you want me to see how you were locked up?"

The dagger turned a beautiful arc in Pei Zhaoye's palm.

"I'm waiting to see how you make me suffer."

He suddenly leaned forward, his stern face approaching, and the scent of whiskey mixed with the aroma of green apples hit my face, "By the way, please explain, who is Ruan Weichi who calls you sister? Your new commission target?"

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes slightly and his gaze fell on the mobile phone on the bedside table, guessing that he should have answered Ruan Weichi's call.

When she reached out to grab the phone, her wrist was suddenly clamped by a clamp-like hand.

"Are you so impatient to contact your new target?"

Pei Zhaoye pressed her wrist hard against the head of the bed, and the solid wooden bedpost made a muffled sound.

The dark color in his eyes reminded people of the dark clouds before a rainstorm. "Song Yuesheng, are all the executors of the Shadow System as ruthless as you?"

Considering that he didn't tie her up and this was the bedroom of Lanting's apartment, Song Yuesheng kindly explained, "Sang Wan is heartbroken, Ruan Weichi is her idol, I asked him to find a way to help Sang Wan divert her attention."

"He treats you..." Pei Zhaoye suddenly chuckled, the dagger moving along her neck, "It doesn't seem like he just met you recently."

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes and said, "Four years ago, when you came to see me drunk on that rainy night, didn't you see it all?"

Pei Zhaoye's pupils contracted violently.

Fragments of the memory of that rainy night suddenly popped into my mind - the two figures talking inside the glass window. I don't know what she said, but it made the person on the other side shy.

The dagger hit the floor with a clang.

"You know I was..." His voice was hoarse, "so you deliberately acted that way?"

His fingertips rolled over the small mole under her eye, "Then when I came to find you, you naturally kept me here, thus completing my mother's commission in the Shadow System..."

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

It turned out to be Pei’s mother.

If this bad idea didn't promote the meeting between the male and female protagonists, it would be something that not many people would think of.

Song Yuesheng shook his head at him, his hair brushing across the veiny back of his hand: "I only saw you driving away. But as you said, as an executor of S2, you still have some vigilance and foresight."

Pei Zhaoye suddenly laughed.

"So to you, I am..." His voice was terribly hoarse, and he pulled his tie loosely like he was pulling away from a noose, "just a commission worth eight million? Once you get the money, you will leave without hesitation."

"Ruan Weichi...is this your current assignment? How much money did the other party pay you to play his girlfriend?"

Song Yuesheng didn't hide.

There is no doubt that he is the person that Sang Wan mentioned who hacked into the website.

but……

He called her the executor because every commission was signed with “S”?

"Ruan Weichi is not a commission." She looked him straight in the eyes, "If we talk about relationship... he likes me, but I rejected him."

"Since four years ago, I haven't wanted to enter into a new relationship."

She paused, and her voice softened: "Pei Zhaoye, I treat you... more than just a commission. If there is no commission, I will still come to you."

As for the male protagonist, it’s basically the female protagonist’s luck.

This sentence is like pressing the pause button.

The muscles in Pei Zhaoye's arm that was resting on her ear were so tense that they were shaking.

"Song Yuesheng..." He rubbed the small mole at the corner of her eye with his fingertips, and his voice suddenly became unspeakably fragile, "Have you ever loved me?"

The second hand of the wall clock moves through three squares.

Outside the window, the sycamore leaves fluttered onto the windowsill, making a light sound like the flapping of butterfly wings.

The sunlight quietly shifted, and shadows climbed up the edge of the bed, dividing the two people into two worlds of light and darkness.

He is in the light.

She is in the dark.

"Pei Zhaoye, I don't want to lie to you. During the time we were in love..." Song Yuesheng finally spoke, "The feelings I had for you were real."

But that's about it.

These words were like a blunt knife, slowly cutting into my heart.

Pei Zhaoye suddenly stood up, and his suit jacket brushed against her cheek, bringing up a gust of cold wind.

With his back to her, he adjusted his cufflinks, his fingers eerily steady.

"Song Yuesheng, you are not the only woman in this world." His voice was so soft that it seemed like he was talking to himself, but he suddenly became furious, "I don't have to have you!"

"roll."

As the word was squeezed out from between his teeth, Pei Zhaoye's distorted expression was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Before I change my mind."

The crystal ashtray smashed against the door, and the fragments flew everywhere like tears.