Wen Huan thought her views had finally arrived, but it turned out to be Pei Jingyi.
To be precise, it was a message from Pei Jingyi.
He asked her: What do you want to eat tonight?
Wen Huan casually replied with a couple of messages before returning to the Little Red Book app to check on her video. But every few minutes, she couldn’t help refreshing the page. By the time she returned to her rented apartment from the café, the video had only garnered a little over five hundred views and six likes.
Wen Huan sadly realized that her path to becoming a master probably wouldn’t be smooth sailing. Fortunately, Wen Huan was open-minded.
After all, her goal had only just begun. The fact that one video hadn’t gone viral didn’t necessarily mean anything. Even Pei Jingyi, the male lead in the book, had to work hard for a year to make a comeback. As a supporting female character, how could she not put in the effort? She could always film two, three, or even seven or eight more videos.
A good mindset determines a woman’s fate. Wen Huan decided she would continue filming and posting tomorrow.
Having made up her mind, Wen Huan picked up a pen and began planning tomorrow’s makeup and script.
But just then, her phone rang again. This time, it was her mother.
“Hey, Mom, why are you calling me all of a sudden?”
An anxious middle-aged woman’s voice immediately came from the other end of the line: “Hey! Huanhuan, is Mr. Pei bankrupt?”
Wen Huan quickly put down her pen and gently reassured her: “Mom, calm down first. Your heart isn’t in good condition.”
Mother Wen was diagnosed with coronary artery sclerosis four years ago, commonly known as coronary heart disease.
It wasn’t until Wen Huan married Pei Jingyi that she underwent surgery to have a stent implanted.
“But Huanhuan, I can’t calm down right now! Ever since you married Mr. Pei, your dad and I returned to our hometown to avoid causing you trouble in the capital. It was only recently that we found out Mr. Pei is bankrupt! How are you doing now? Is Mr. Pei still with you? How is Chenchen…”
Before Mother Wen could finish her questions, Father Wen’s urgent voice chimed in: “Old woman, Mr. Pei and Chenchen aren’t the most important right now! What matters is how our daughter is doing!”
“Hey, haven’t I been asking about our daughter all along?” Mother Wen retorted unhappily, bickering with her husband.
But listening to their conversation, Wen Huan couldn’t help but smile as she held her phone.
Although her family was poor, her parents had given her the most and best love since she was a child. Even when she was in school, the two elders worried that Wen Huan might be bullied or looked down upon for not having good food, clothes, or belongings. So they worked hard to earn money, ensuring Wen Huan never felt inferior at school.
Unfortunately, in the book, this elderly couple didn’t end up well.
After the unawakened Wen Huan divorced Pei Jingyi and was imprisoned by Feng Wen, Father Wen and Mother Wen traveled all over the country, searching for her everywhere.
Later, when Wen Huan died, Father Wen and Mother Wen were heartbroken, holding her body as their hair turned white overnight.
When Pei Chen, the last trace of their daughter’s bloodline left in the world, also died, the two elders completely lost the will to live.
Within just a month, Mother Wen fell ill and passed away, while Father Wen drank pesticide and committed suicide.
Thinking of this, Wen Huan quickly said to her parents earnestly: “Mom and Dad, don’t worry about me. Although Pei Jingyi is bankrupt, our family is still living together, whole and complete. Pei Jingyi treats me especially well and hasn’t let me suffer at all!”
Mother Wen was half-convinced: “Huanhuan, are you telling the truth?”
Father Wen simply didn’t believe it: “Huanhuan, don’t try to fool us on purpose. Mr. Pei used to hold a high position and lived in luxury. Now that he’s down on his luck, how can he possibly do everything for you?”
Wen Huan retorted confidently: “He really does everything! Dad, although we haven’t had a nanny or driver lately, Pei Jingyi has been handling everything both inside and outside the house. He’s also the one who takes Chenchen to and from kindergarten every day. He’s truly a reliable man, and I won’t allow you to look down on him, or I’ll get angry!”
Father Wen didn’t dare to doubt any further: “Alright, alright, don’t be angry. I’m just worried about you, aren’t I? Your mom and I were thinking that if you couldn’t manage, you could come back to the countryside. We could farm and support you.”
In truth, back when Wen Huan had gotten involved with Pei Jingyi and outsiders assumed Father and Mother Wen were overjoyed, they had actually been very worried.
They were self-aware and knew the disparity in their family backgrounds meant Wen Huan would face criticism for being with Pei Jingyi. At one point, they had even wanted their daughter to break things off with him.
But then Wen Huan became pregnant, already three months along, and they had no choice but to let it go.
Feeling the warmth of her parents, Wen Huan’s eyes grew moist with emotion, and it strengthened her resolve to work hard and live well: “Mom and Dad, believe me, I’ll be fine. Just take good care of yourselves.”
After that, Wen Huan listened to a few more words of advice from her elderly parents before hanging up.
But as soon as she put down her phone, the door to the rented apartment was pushed open.
To her surprise, Wen Huan saw Pei Jingyi returning with Pei Chen, groceries in hand. However, they didn’t seem to have just arrived—it looked more like they had been standing outside for a while.
Pei Jingyi fixed his gaze on Wen Huan, strode forward, and half-embraced her, his voice low and husky: “Don’t get angry with your parents because of me.”
Wen Huan’s face flushed.
Pei Jingyi’s gaze was too intense, and it was clear he had overheard everything she had just said.
Feeling unusually flustered, she quickly pulled away from the clingy man and, as if avoiding him, ran over to Pei Chen. She crouched down and asked, “Chenchen, look, isn’t the peach blossom makeup Mom did today pretty? Do you want a hug?”
Pei Chen’s eyes brightened slightly, and despite his efforts to hide it, his longing was obvious.
But he couldn’t immediately go hug his soft, fragrant mother.
Pei Chen tugged at his clothes in disgust and said, “Mom, I need to change my clothes first.”
Only then did Wen Huan notice that the hem of Pei Chen’s clothes was damp, as if splashed with milk. For Pei Chen, who had inherited Pei Jingyi’s cleanliness obsession, enduring this all the way home had been nothing short of torture.
Wen Huan asked in confusion, “Who did this?”
“It was an aunt with something wrong in her head.”
At the time, Pei Chen had just left kindergarten and was expressionlessly looking for his dad to go home when, out of nowhere, this aunt appeared. The milk in her hand splashed toward him, and even though Pei Chen dodged quickly, his clothes still got dirty.
Afterward, the aunt immediately crouched down and gently said “sorry,” even trying to hug him.
But Pei Chen was nicknamed “little devil” for a reason—he couldn’t be polite to anyone except Wen Huan.
So he pushed her away and stared directly at her, asking, “You splashed milk on me on purpose. Who are you?”
The woman paled, perhaps out of guilt, and eventually ran off in a panic.
Listening to Pei Chen’s account, Wen Huan was left utterly baffled.
Because “the aunt with a problem in her head” didn’t sound like an important character in the book.
But for some reason, Wen Huan felt uneasy, so when Pei Chen went to the room to change clothes, she stood up and pulled Pei Jingyi to ask, “Husband, have you seen that aunt?”
Hearing this, Pei Jingyi lowered his gaze to look at her, slowly leaning down.
Wen Huan felt a bit nervous from the mysterious pressure Pei Jingyi exuded, quickly standing on tiptoe to lean closer and listen.
But the next moment, she was directly kissed, as Pei Jingyi had long been unable to resist his urge to plunder fiercely.