Wen Huan had a miserable night.
Although she had finally managed to rest the night before, tonight, perhaps because the man had pent up too much energy, Wen Huan was tormented with interest added to the principal.
When the sky began to lighten at dawn, Wen Huan was finally released. She immediately trembled and hid under the covers, tears streaming from her eyes like a broken faucet that couldn’t be turned off, her small nose turning red from crying.
Watching Wen Huan appear weak and helpless, sobbing uncontrollably, Pei Jingyi lay on the bed with his jaw clenched tight. Instead of feeling relaxed after his release, he grew increasingly irritable.
Because tonight, he had indeed harbored some malicious intentions.
But the reason was that Wen Huan had once again become restless in front of him, seemingly showing interest in Duan Yuanzhou as well.
Originally, Pei Jingyi had intended to make Wen Huan remember this lesson, and he had no plans to comfort her afterward.
But even as he thought this, in action, he still wrapped Wen Huan, blanket and all, into his arms, apologizing softly in her ear as if coaxing a child: “I’m sorry, I won’t do this again next time.”
Wen Huan felt these words only added insult to injury. Her tear-dampened eyelashes fluttered, and the next moment, she struggled desperately, trying to wriggle out of Pei Jingyi’s embrace: “There won’t be a next time!”
Wen Huan was determined to leave this bed tonight; she never wanted to sleep with Pei Jingyi again.
But Pei Jingyi leaned over, trapping her and refusing to let her go.
The difference in strength between a woman and a physically robust man was ultimately too great.
Wen Huan’s body was already sore and numb, and now it was difficult for her to even move away. She cried even more uncontrollably, her tears soaking the man’s neck: “Pei Jingyi, do you really hate me that much?”
Pei Jingyi furrowed his brows tightly but didn’t answer. The next moment, however, the veins on the back of his hand, which held her, bulged.
Wen Huan felt as if she were suffocating.
So she became even more convinced that Pei Jingyi truly hated her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t hold her so tightly after making her cry—it was clearly an attempt to kill her on the spot.
Thus, Wen Huan cried as if the sky were about to collapse: “Pei Jingyi, let me go. I shouldn’t have married you in the first place, nor should I have listened to your drunken nonsense and changed my target, thinking you might be a good person who could help me.”
“Now I really regret it. You’re the worst, most malicious person in the world—moody, ruthless, and cruel.”
“I don’t want you anymore.”
“Pei Jingyi, if life could start over, I would absolutely, definitely not choose you!”
Pei Jingyi had initially managed to maintain his composure, silently regretting his loss of control that night. But now, as Wen Huan’s words spilled out, all his emotions vanished.
Gripping Wen Huan’s small face, he leaned in and stared intently into her eyes, enunciating each word slowly: “If not me, then who do you want?”
Pei Jingyi caressed Wen Huan’s trembling red lips, kissing her again and again, each kiss feeling like a heavy blow to Wen Huan’s heart: “Baby, no other man would want you besides me.”
Because anyone who dared, he would kill them outright.
And Wen Huan, whose already sore lips were once again sealed, found herself powerless to resist and was instead subjected to psychological manipulation.
Her tears flowed even more freely, as she felt that Pei Jingyi’s relentless persecution of her wasn’t just simple dislike—it bordered on hatred…
Thus, the next day, Wen Huan looked as withered as a wilted flower.
All her strength and means had been stripped away.
But Pei Jingyi was as energetic as ever. Though he didn’t have time to make her breakfast, he specially went downstairs to buy breakfast from a street vendor before taking Pei Chen to kindergarten.
However, Wen Huan would never be appeased by such trivial favors.
As she opened the plastic bag to eat the steamed buns and inserted a straw into the soy milk cup, she thought to herself that she must work hard to achieve her goal of becoming a makeup master.
During this year of Pei Jingyi’s comeback, she needed to enrich herself as much as possible and build a career. That way, even if Pei Jingyi divorced her in the future and gave her nothing, her situation wouldn’t be too passive.
After all, rather than gambling on a man’s unpredictable and fickle attitude, it was better to make herself the most unshakable pillar of support.
Having made up her mind, Wen Huan planned to film today’s video immediately after breakfast to capitalize on yesterday’s traffic.
But just then, a series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded at the door.
Wen Huan paused, first dismissing the possibility that her meddlesome relatives had come to cause trouble.
Ever since Wang Ma’s misfortune, perhaps due to a chain reaction, all those aunts and uncles who had previously looked down on her with disdain had become well-behaved.
Sure enough, when she opened the door, Wen Huan found Yu Mixue standing there, looking worried and anxious.
“Huanhuan, why do you look so terrible? Did you spend the whole night reading the hateful comments online?”
This time, Yu Mixue truly wasn’t here to gloat.
Although she couldn’t believe that Wen Huan, as her best friend, hadn’t told her about posting videos online as a blogger, seeing Wen Huan being exposed like that last night genuinely made her heart ache.
But Wen Huan, still chewing the last bite of her steamed bun, looked utterly confused. “What hateful comments online? Aren’t people praising me?”
“You… you didn’t go online last night?”
“No, I was too busy being stopped by someone to go online.”
“Then you should thank whoever stopped you. Online, you’re being torn to shreds!”
Wen Huan’s eyes widened immediately, and she hurriedly took out her phone.
Indeed, Wen Huan’s comment section, which had been filled with cheerful and harmonious messages just last night, now looked as if it had been flooded. The top dozen or so comments were all attacking her, calling her pretentious and fake, claiming she wasn’t the independent and resilient beauty living in a rented apartment but rather the scheming vixen who had deliberately gotten pregnant to marry Pei Jingyi, the former CEO of the Pei Group.
The whistleblower passionately exposed Wen Huan, revealing her identity as the daughter of a nanny. They claimed she had always relied on her looks to attract men, with Pei Jingyi being the first. Now that he was bankrupt, she had turned her back on him for profit, creating a poor-girl persona online, using cheap makeup to gain sympathy, and trying to hook the next unsuspecting victim.
The whistleblower even blamed Wen Huan for Pei Jingyi’s bankruptcy, calling her a husband-curser!
【Good men in Huaguo are being ruined by women like her!】
【Wen Huan, get off the internet, get out of Huaguo, and give Pei Jingyi a bright future!】
【Hehehe, I don’t mind a husband-curser. Wen Huan, you can marry me, but you have to give me three sons first.】
…
All kinds of vulgar insults and crude teasing filled the page, yet each comment had over ten thousand likes. Some topics related to Wen Huan had even appeared on the trending list of Little Pink Book.
Seeing this, Wen Huan fell silent for a moment, but from the tone of the whistleblower, she faintly sensed a familiar aura reminiscent of her past days in the Pei family.
Yu Mixue couldn’t hold back any longer: “Huanhuan, what are you going to do? This can’t just keep going on like this, can it?”
Wen Huan shrugged: “It can only keep going on like this.”
When she decided to become a blogger, she knew that some of her past couldn’t be completely hidden. There would always be busybodies making a fuss, especially since they enjoyed causing trouble even if it didn’t benefit them.
But Wen Huan didn’t think being a maid’s daughter or marrying Pei Jingyi while pregnant was some kind of dark history. Those were simply part of her journey.
She couldn’t change the minds of troublemakers, but she could change her own mindset.
After all, even negative attention was still attention—better than being ignored.
Yu Mixue: “…” She was genuinely stunned by Wen Huan’s incredibly positive attitude.
But just then, Wen Huan’s phone rang. This time, it wasn’t just online messages but a flood of harassing calls and abusive text messages pouring in.
Naturally, Yu Mixue thought Wen Huan would finally break under the pressure.
Unexpectedly, Wen Huan didn’t even blink. She simply turned off her phone.
Yu Mixue: “??”
Even though she was supposed to be Wen Huan’s “frenemy,” why did she suddenly find Wen Huan damn cool!?
…
But on the other side, someone couldn’t remain as calm as Wen Huan.