129: C129 How Can I Not be Happy

C129 How Can I Not be Happy

The old man didn't have a lot of stuff left in his room, most of which were books, all kinds of books.

She put all the books together and placed them in the box. When she casually flipped the pages, a few photos entered her sight.

The first picture was of a young boy with delicate features and a very iconic face standing in the middle. Beside him stood the old man and a beautiful young woman. Her body emitted a kind of fiery passion.

This little boy had never seen him in the Pei family. Could he be the young master of the Pei family?

Frowning slightly, Mo Wan moved the picture away and placed it on the second picture.

Pei Yihuan, who wore a tuxedo and a suit, was only a few years old. However, just by standing there, one could already feel the noble and arrogant aura coming from his body. There was still no expression on his face, almost the same as now.

Standing on his right was still the old man. He was dressed in a well-ironed suit and had a high-spirited smile on his face. He was insufferably arrogant.

The one on Pei Yihuan's right was a woman in a light purple dress. She was gentle and graceful, with a charming aura.

Compared to the first picture, there were two completely different women. One was passionate like fire, and the other was gentle like water. They were so extreme and beautiful.

There were two more pictures after that. One of them was of Pei Yifeng, young master Pei, the old man, and the beautiful young woman. The last one was the family portrait of the Pei family.

When her eyes fell on those pictures, Mo Wan had an idea in her heart.

It seemed that the young master of the Pei family and Pei Yifeng were born from the same mother. It was that beautiful young woman, and Pei Yihuan's mother was a woman in a light purple dress.

However, she found it strange that Pei Yijing and his mother were not in the picture, and neither was Shuang in it.

Could it be that it was lost?

She furrowed her brows in puzzlement. How could she guess the secret of the Pei family?

Without thinking further, Mo Wan put the photos back into the pages and carefully cleaned the old man's room from inside to outside.

After cleaning the room, she went to the living room and sat on the sofa. The phone on the side rang...

"Hello..." Mo Wan picked up the phone and put it beside her ear.

"When Second Young Master comes back, tell him that Eldest Young Master is awake. He will be back in a while..." An elegant female voice came over, mixed with some tiredness and rashness, as if she had not closed her eyes for several days.

Why did the voice sound so familiar, Mo Wan's brows could not help but frown and asked, "You are?"

"Soray! I forgot to introduce myself. I am Zuo Lan. Sorry to trouble you, goodbye..."

The moment she finished speaking, the other end of the phone immediately hung up. However, after Mo Wan heard this, her entire body froze on the spot. Her mind was filled with the two words that she had just heard.

Zuo Lan... Zuo Lan... Zuo Lan...

Since the young master of Pei family had returned, would Zuo Lan also return with him?

When that damned leopard saw Zuo Lan, what kind of reaction would he have?

Sitting on the sofa, her heart could no longer calm down. Her thoughts revolved around these two questions.

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The old man's funeral venue was the largest and most stylish funeral home in A City. There were even more people who came to offer their condolences. Naturally, there was no lack of A City's business giants, upper-class societies, and big shots who could call the wind and summon the rain.

All the media in A City were mobilized. They guarded outside the funeral home 24 / 7. The television station also cut off all the programs and TV dramas. Everyone was following the old man's funeral in Pei's.

In the huge Pei estate, other than Mo Wan, the rest were all servants, which made her feel a little empty. She picked up the remote control at the side and turned on the LCD.

On the television, she was trying her best to track down the old man's funeral. The female host in a suit had a pained expression on her face, but she started to speak in an orderly manner.

"The death of the old man from the Pei's Financial Group is shocking. As for the feeling of regret, I can't help but express my condolences to the old man. Now, let us follow the foreign reporters to see the situation at the old man's funeral..."

As soon as the voice faded, the television screen switched to the scene of the funeral.

In the huge funeral parlor, the old man's portrait was hung in the middle. It was surrounded by countless flower wreaths, which looked like a long dragon.

Then the scene switched to the center of the mourning hall. Pei Yihuan was wearing a black suit. His back was arrogant and straight, and his face was still as handsome as usual. The aura emitted from his body was noble but cold.

Mo Wan did not look at the screen for a second, and her eyes fell on the tall figure.

For three days, she had not seen this dead leopard for three whole days. When she saw him, she suddenly realized that he had lost some weight.

Especially his face. At this time, the lines on his face were deeper and more handsome. He looked more and more charming. The photographer seemed to be attracted by his handsome appearance. The camera paused on Pei Yihuan's body for a long time before it turned away.

She felt a slight sense of loss and heartache in her heart. The camera was left to the person who came to offer her condolences.

There were women and men in the crowd. All of them wore black formal clothes and bowed in front of the mourning hall.

As the people who went to offer their condolences were all important people who had lost their reputation, the television station's staff even made subtitles under the screen.

It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that Mo Wan got up and went to her room. She lay on the bed and for some reason, she did not feel sleepy at all.

Her body was leaning on the headboard and she was in a daze. At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

Shocked, Mo Wan looked at the door in surprise. Pei Yihuan, who was wearing a long black windbreaker, walked in. He was carrying Shuang in his arms.

Shuang was wearing a small black suit. His face was full of tears, and his eyes were filled with tears.

When he saw Mo Wan on the bed, his tears couldn't help but flow even more fiercely. His voice was ridiculously dry. "sister-in-law, daddy doesn't want Shuang anymore..."

It was just that it was so simple. With just one sentence, Mo Wan's heart started to ache and her eyes became moist.

She stretched out her hand and quickly suppressed the dampness. She got up and got off the bed. She took Shuang from Pei Yihuan's hand and tried to make herself smile. "Who doesn't want Shuang?"

"Daddy doesn't want Shuang. Mo... Mo, Shuang will never see daddy. So be obedient..." Pei Yihuan cried until he could not catch his breath. His little face was red from crying. "Shuang... It has been three days since I last saw daddy. Shuang really missed daddy..."

Mo Wan reached out her hand and gently wiped away the tears on his face. She also felt uncomfortable in her heart. "Daddy doesn't want Shuang anymore. He went to a very, very far place, but he was still looking at Shuang. If he sees Shuang crying, he will feel sorry for him. "

"Where is that place very far away?" Pei Yishuang asked.

After a pause, Mo Wan slowly opened her mouth. "Heaven."

"sister-in-law, is that place beautiful? Is it comfortable? Is it happy?"

" That place is very beautiful, everything is white, even the bed and blanket are white, the bed is very soft and spongy. And there are even more angels there, they will be very happy... " Her voice was very slow.

"Actually, sister-in-law do not need to lie to me. I know that Daddy didn't go to heaven, but died. Shuang would never see him again, but heaven was so beautiful and comfortable. Shuang still hopes daddy can go to heaven. Third brother Shuang is too young. Daddy has always been worried about Shuang. Shuang is slowly growing up. When Shuang misses daddy too much, he will go and see daddy's picture. Shuang must slowly become sensible and make daddy feel at ease. "

Shuang cried as he wiped the tears on his cheeks with his hands. His tender voice was filled with determination and sensibility.

Mo Wan's tears could not help but flow down. She hugged the soft little body tightly in her arms. The pain in her heart was indescribable.

"sister-in-law, you hugged Shuang so much that it hurt. Shuang wants to sleep. Can you take Shuang to sleep?" His voice was still choked with sobs. "As long as you fall asleep, Shuang will be able to see his daddy in his sleep. Shuang really missed his daddy..."

"Okay..." The hand that he had been holding tightly to loosened a little. Mo Wan carried Shuang to the bed and helped him take off his clothes and covered him with the blanket. 14757246

Pei Yihuan's face was as deep as a bottomless whirlpool. His eyes swept across Shuang's body. He took off his windbreaker and suit and casually threw them on the sofa, then walked to the bathroom.

The phone call she picked up in the living room this afternoon suddenly appeared in her mind. Her eyes fell on his back. "I have something to tell you..."2

She did not say anything, nor did she turn around. Pei Yihuan's tall body only paused on the spot, his back facing her.

"At noon, Zuo Lan called. Her Eldest Young Master has already woken up. He will be able to return to the country in a while..."

She conveyed Zuo Lan's words word by word...

He responded coldly and continued to walk towards the bathroom with his long legs.

Because his back was facing her, he did not see the expression on his face. He only heard a cold snort that did not have the slightest bit of warmth...

She frowned and did not say anything else. Instead, she gently patted Shuang, wanting to coax him to sleep.

Maybe it was because he was really tired after not resting for a few days. In less than five minutes, his steady breathing entered his ears.

After covering Shuang with the blanket, Mo Wan's gaze fell on the bathroom door, but the bathroom door never opened.

When she thought of that damned leopard's somewhat thin face, she pursed her lips and turned around to get off the bed.

In the kitchen.

She was cooking porridge with an apron around her. White steam drifted in the air, and the fragrance of the porridge quickly spread out.

After waiting for a while, Mo Wan poured the porridge into the bowl and gently carried it upstairs.

Pei Yihuan opened the door of the room and walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing only a bathrobe and standing in front of the huge French window. The window opened and white smoke drifted out from between his fingers. The bright fire was still flickering.

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