After Being Reborn and Regaining Her Identity, the True Heiress Is Spoiled in the Seventies-Chapter 415: Devastating Blows

When Pei Jing opened the door, he said in a low, hoarse voice, as if he had suffered a huge blow, “Big brother, it’s me.”

Although it had only been a few minutes, Pei Jing seemed completely different in front of Pei Yong compared to in front of Wang Yue.

"What's going on so late at night?" Pei Yong could tell something was wrong with him, otherwise he wouldn't have come over at this time when he should have been asleep.

Pei Jing shook his head, reluctant to say what had happened, but he really couldn't keep it from him now, because this was no longer just his big brother's family matter, but it concerned the entire Pei family's reputation.

Especially for the girls in the family, it would be a devastating blow.

"There's a painting in the back of my car that Pei Shuangshuang bid on at a charity auction today. I haven't seen it yet. Big brother, please help carry it in first and take a look before we talk." Pei Jing said.

Pei Yong still didn't know what was going on, nor did he understand why the painting Pei Shuangshuang bid on had to be brought to his house. Plus Pei Jing's mood was so off.

Full of doubts, Pei Yong started to carry in the painting first.

In the living room, due to the large size of the painting, it could only be placed on the floor leaning against a chair, still covered with a layer of packaging paper so they couldn't see the content at all.

Pei Jing had thought about having him unwrap the painting so he would understand right away. After all, it would be hard for him to speak of such an indecent matter.

But thinking of how his own father had passed away, he was worried that Pei Yong wouldn't be able to handle the shock.

It was Pei Yong who noticed his hesitation first and said, "Little brother, just say what you have to say. Your big brother is not without experience in the world, I won't be so easily knocked down."

He vaguely guessed that Pei Jing's words probably had something to do with the painting in front of him.

But he still could not imagine that the content of the painting would be his own daughter's near nude figure painting.

At first, he even doubted Pei Jing's words, thinking he must have gotten it wrong. There's no way Pei Shuangshuang would do something so disgraceful to herself.

Pei Yong twisted his mouth. He realized no matter what he said now would be superfluous.

He started tearing at the painting packaging, moving very roughly.

At this moment, he was still thinking that perhaps Pei Jing and Pei Shuangshuang were just playing a joke on him. But this joke was not funny at all. Daring to make fun of such matters with him, he would definitely give Pei Jing a good scolding after taking off the packaging and confirming it wasn't Pei Shuangshuang.

In fact, Pei Jing had not seen the content of the painting either. Even just hearing Pei Shuangshuang's description, he felt it was so indecent.

Most importantly, the person in the painting was his niece. How could he as an uncle look?

Pei Jing turned his back to the distance. He also hoped this was not real. He even hoped that after Pei Yong unwrapped the painting and found it wasn't Pei Shuangshuang, he would turn around and beat him up. He would be willing to take that.

But the reality was that the tearing sound behind him stopped, and there was complete silence for a good while.

Pei Jing still didn't dare to turn around, afraid to see the indecent scene, even afraid to confirm it.

It was a few minutes later when he finally heard a sound. During this time, neither of the two brothers said anything, and Pei Jing kept his back turned the whole time.

Pei Yong's eyes were red as he re-covered the painting, forcibly suppressing the urge to kick and smash it to pieces.

But he knew he could not do that. If Pei Shuangshuang had been harmed by someone, if someone had deliberately painted such a humiliating portrait of her, then the object in front of him was evidence.

Up until now, he still believed in his daughter. No matter how willful or muddled she was, at least he knew she understood what decency meant.

Only then did Pei Jing dare to turn around.

Most of the painting was covered up again, only revealing the face and neck covered by long hair and chest area.

He only glanced at it for a moment before averting his eyes, but that was enough to confirm the person in the painting was Pei Shuangshuang.

She had blurry, languid eyes full of lazy sensuality, as if aroused.

He, as an uncle, should not say this, but the fact was just so.

"Jing, you go back first. It's late tonight. I'll go to Shuangshuang tomorrow morning and ask. Maybe...maybe she doesn't know about this. It couldn't be voluntary."

He had heard from Jian Guo long ago that she was dating an artist who painted. Because of the divorce with Wang Yue, Pei Shuangshuang had always hated him as a father. He didn't dare interfere much with her affairs either, and was extra cautious when they met.

He didn't expect his daughter to forgive him, as long as she was living well herself, he could rest assured.

When he learned she was seeing someone, he had asked about it, but her emotions were aroused then, her words full of sarcasm, which also made Pei Yong leave feeling dejected.

He never thought such an accident would happen now. If he had known earlier, he should not have indulged her temperament, even if she hated him for it, he should have at least met that man.

Pei Jing comforted Pei Yong for a bit, but found that no amount of comforting was futile. He could only leave first.

What he didn't know was that after he had just left, Pei Yong closed the front door and living room door, shutting himself alone in the living room, and slid to the floor crying.

The crying was particularly suppressed. At over 60 years old, even wanting to cry was wishful thinking, he had to sneak off alone, not daring to let others see, let alone allow his sleeping grandson in the bedroom to hear.

The car stopped in the yard. Pei Shuangshuang had tidied herself up but hadn't fallen asleep yet.

When Pei Jing came in from outside, she hurriedly asked, "Is big brother okay? What did he say?"

"He seemed fine. He thinks Shuangshuang probably doesn't know about this and wants to ask her first thing tomorrow morning before deciding what to do." Pei Jing said.

Pei Shuangshuang didn't dare ask any more.

Pei Jing was extraordinarily silent tonight. For the first time in their marriage, husband and wife had nothing to say to each other.

Late into the night, Pei Shuangshuang couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere any longer. Turning her body around to face him, she silently hugged his sturdy waist and offered comfort.

Pei Jing wasn't asleep yet either. Likewise, he turned back, resting his arm under her neck and hugging her tightly in his embrace.

Still neither of them spoke, but they could feel each other's emotions.

Pei Shuangshuang was worried, mainly about how this would impact and disgrace their family. Pei Jing was also worried, but in addition to those concerns, there was also a layer of heartache and confusion towards his kin and the younger generation.

Before dawn, Pei Yong went personally to the factory where Pei Shuangshuang worked. The factory gates were not yet open. He lingered outside waiting.

When the gates finally opened, he was informed that she no longer lived in the dormitory but had moved out some time ago.

He went next to Wang Yue's place. If she didn't live at the factory, she should be home.

At this point, he no longer cared about the fear from the depths of his heart that he held towards Wang Yue. After knocking on the door, he hurriedly asked, "Where is Shuangshuang?"

"Shuangshuang hasn't lived at home for years now. She's been staying at the factory dormitory all this time, didn't you know? Why are you coming to the house to look for her?" Wang Yue had gained some weight over the past two years, looking less sharp than before, but still arrogant.