Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?-Chapter 322 - 137 The Death of Peng Shizhong

Chapter 322: Chapter 137: The Death of Peng Shizhong!

Chapter 322 -137: The Death of Peng Shizhong!

“Adoptive father!”

Seeing Peng Shizhong stand up, Chen Jie also got up and followed him out.

He chased him directly to the backstage, where Peng Shizhong finally turned around and said, “Jiu Si, why are you following me?”

Chen Jie said, “Adoptive father, I was watching the opera. Where are you going?”

Peng Shizhong said, “Miss Huadie suddenly complained of chest pain, I need to go check on her.”

Chen Jie said, “Adoptive father, let me go with you, two people can watch out for each other.”

“Chen Jiusi, what’s wrong with you, why are you always following me? Miss Huadie is my woman, you, as my son, why do you keep bothering her for no reason? Could it be that you want to compete with your old man for a woman?”

Peng Shizhong stared into Chen Jie’s eyes.

He was truly annoyed by this Chen Jiusi. Wasn’t this madness?

Ever since today, when he saw Miss Huadie, his obedient son had been trying to get close to his little mother.

First, within the manor, he said he wanted to replace me in attending this performance, carrying the flower tray. I didn’t agree, yet he followed me here and even brought a bunch of bosses to support Miss Huadie.

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Now that Miss Huadie has chest pain and wants me to massage it, you still want to follow me? What are you trying to do, massage her for me?

That’s your future little mother!

You perverse child, what are you trying to do? Disrupt the moral code?

Peng Shizhong was furious. In fact, he was also bewitched by a woman; otherwise, he wouldn’t have had such thoughts.

Moreover, Nan Batian had just said something to provoke him, so he started to suspect that Chen Jiusi might have ulterior motives.

If there were no such ulterior motives, why would he be so concerned about Miss Huadie?

In what situations does a man become especially concerned about a woman?

It goes without saying.

Peng Shizhong could give up power and position, but not this woman; it wasn’t necessarily because he was lecherous.

He considered this woman as a consolation in his heart. His little junior sister had committed suicide because of him, and it had always weighed heavily on his heart.

He thought he would never be able to atone for it in this lifetime, but unexpectedly, there appeared a girl named Miss Huadie.

Miss Huadie really looked like his little junior sister, and her age matched exactly with the time of the junior sister’s death. Plus, the junior sister had once said that if she reincarnated, she would not be a Jianghu guest and would want to be a famous actor in the Pear Garden.

Her appearance matched, her age matched the age of junior sister’s death, fitting the theory of reincarnation, and she was also an opera singer, which aligned with the junior sister’s wish for her next life. Additionally, Miss Huadie’s personality, hobbies, favorite colors, favorite dishes, favorite rouge were all exactly the same as the junior sister’s.

Especially in such a feudal society steeped in superstition and belief in reincarnation,

How could Peng Shizhong not think this way?

What would you think if you were Peng Shizhong?

Could there really be such a coincidence in this world?

If there really was, Peng Shizhong had accepted it, at least he could treat her as his little junior sister, and his guilt could be relieved, so he wouldn’t have to live in guilt all the time.

Wouldn’t that be good?

Even if he fell back ten thousand steps and realized that this might be fake, he could still hypnotize himself into turning the irrational into rational.

This was the world in Peng Shizhong’s eyes.

Now, Chen Jie, time and again, wanted to accompany him to get closer to Miss Huadie. What exactly was his motive?

Chen Jie wanted to explain, but Peng Shizhong was no longer listening to explanations. He said to the Eagle Guards beside him, “Ying Er, Ying San, you two stay here and watch him. Don’t let him come inside.”

“Yes.”

At that time, Ying Er and Ying San, who were beside Peng Shizhong, began speaking.

Chen Jie watched Peng Shizhong walk down the length of the corridor alone and enter the last room by pushing the door open.

Chen Jie stepped forward, but Ying Er said, “Fifth Master, please don’t make it difficult for your subordinates.”

Ying San also said, “Yes, Fifth Master, it’s the Hall Master’s orders, we should not disturb him. Besides, Fifth Master, Miss Huadie is the Hall Master’s forbidden. There’s no precedent of a son competing with his father for his stepmother; even if you are highly favored, it would still be utterly contemptible!”

“You!”

Chen Jie was at a loss for words due to what the two said. It wasn’t really Ying Er or Ying San’s issue, the main issue was Peng Shizhong. Ying Er and Ying San combined were no match for him, but if he attacked them now and then burst into Peng Shizhong’s room to see his adoptive father massaging his stepmother’s chest,

How would it look in the eyes of outsiders?

Like a beast?

Yes, you might have a thousand reasons, but in the eyes of outsiders, those are all excuses. If someone wanted to kill Peng Shizhong, where is the evidence?

There’s no evidence, just you watching your adoptive father massage your stepmother’s chest.

Chen Jie had a tight frown, unable to break the impasse for a moment.

However, how can there be no one accompanying by Peng Shizhong’s side, thinking this, Chen Jie asked Ying Er, “Where are Ying Da and the others?”

Ying Er said, “They are all around the theatre taking precautions.”

“And Uncle Fu?”

Chen Jie continued to question Peng Fu. Ying Er said, “A moment ago, he was invited by Master Tang of the Inner Hall to have tea.”

“Master Tang?”

Chen Jie looked puzzled at Ying Er, who explained, “Tang Zhou, Tang Ziyue.”

Chen Jie understood that he was Nan Batian’s strategist, Tang Ziyue. Chen Jie asked, “What did he want to talk to Uncle Fu about?”

Hearing this, Ying Er said, “I’m not sure.”

Ying San added, “In the past, it seems Tang Ziyue received help from Uncle Fu.”

…

At that moment, outside a tea shop by the theatre, Tang Ziyue said to Peng Fu across the table, “Uncle Fu, it has been a long time since we last had tea like this.”

Peng Fu looked at him and replied, “Each to his own master. You’ve gotten a better master, so naturally, there’s no need for you to associate too closely with this old man anymore.”

Tang Ziyue burst into laughter and said, “Uncle Fu, I always remember when I was studying and could hardly keep myself fed, it was your frequent help that allowed me to survive those hardest days. If not for you, I fear I might have starved to death.”