Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 732: V602: Love is life and death intertwined, love is pain multiplied a hundredfold. [4]

Chapter 732: V602: Love is life and death intertwined, love is pain multiplied a hundredfold. [4]

Yu Wei’s mood, as Pei Yongyou looked at her at this moment, had a delicate touch that moved him.

Putting away his usual nonchalance, he rarely sighed, stepped forward, and turned off the television.

"Watch less, it’s bad for your eyes."

Such a reason made Yu Wei laugh, but she didn’t resist, nodded, continued to help Pei Cichu change clothes, and then, leaning on the coffee table, slowly stood up.

"It’s good that you’re back. Can you help take care of Cichu for a while? I’ll go upstairs and work on some design drafts."

For so many years, Yu Wei had given up many things, but never her work.

Even after marrying into the Pei Family, she insisted on doing her own thing and secured a bedroom in the Pei household as her studio.

In the studio, apart from a series of fabrics, threads, draft papers, colored pens, and a computer that she commissioned Pei Yongyou to buy, he didn’t know exactly what she did inside every day.

Upon hearing this, Pei Yongyou had no objections, nodded, grabbed the little rascal who, upon hearing these words, tried to run away, then laughingly forgot the earlier scene of Yu Wei watching TV, lifted the little guy onto his shoulders, and headed towards the children’s playroom.

Along the way, Pei Cichu, now bilingual, kept chattering in Korean with Pei Yongyou.

Pei Yongyou’s Korean was actually not good. He loved Chinese culture too much, which made him a typical example of someone forgetting their roots. It was only because Mr. Pei and Mrs. Pei still spoke Korean at home, forcing him to continue the tradition, that he occasionally spoke it.

But at this moment, facing the little guy’s words, "Dad, your pronunciation of this word is wrong. Grandpa said it should be pronounced ’yai!’"

Pei Yongyou rolled his eyes in exasperation and argued all the way.

Yu Wei went upstairs and opened the door to her own studio.

Inside, there were densely packed sketches, black and white outlines, colored, ink paintings—there was every type.

But more than anything, they were all completely outlined design drafts. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Inside the studio, there was also a place entirely covered by curtains. After closing the door, Yu Wei glanced at the velvet curtain, pressed her lips slightly, stepped forward, and pulled it open...

...

Deep in the night, at First Degree Bar.

Explosive music accompanied by dazzling lights and flamboyant colors overwhelmed the senses.

Liang Yichao and a group of old "good-for-nothing friends" were once again gathered together, drinking and relaxing after work.

At this moment, everyone was extremely delighted that Liang Yichao returned to the country after four years.

Transparent glasses clinked again and again in the air, and Young Master Li was the first to laugh loudly, "I say, Mr. Liang! You went to France for over four years and didn’t return. We almost thought you’d forgotten about us!"

The eldest daughter of the Chu Family chimed in, "Yes, and your sensational return to Rong City really brought us, who were once looked down upon by the highbrow circles as reckless racers, much glory. From now on, if anyone claims we’re just a bunch of spoiled, do-nothing scoundrels, I, Chu Jiao, will be the first to disagree!"

Chu Jiao’s words seemed to resonate with everyone, and they all nodded, expressing grievances kept for years.

These years, in fact, most of them after reaching the age, got married and had children, and started working under family constraints.

But the gap in social knowledge and ability from the past was significant.

Years of squandering youth and endless play led to when they started official work and realized the responsibility for the young and the old, money wasn’t so easy to earn, and striving was inevitable.

In comparison with the well-educated nobility, they saw their incompetence.

No matter how they competed, they couldn’t beat others. Although it’s often said this society runs on connections, to get things done well, ability is also necessary.

You hope to achieve a 50% result and expect others to make up for the remaining 50%.

In an economic society, no one is a fool.

Most business went to those who could do 70, 80% with the remaining 20, 30% secured by connections.

This was indeed frustrating.

More frustrating was that even when there were rare partners willing to cooperate because of that 50%.

But in the end, due to inadequate ability and quality, leading to a double-loss situation, compared to those with solid ability for a win-win outcome, they really couldn’t speak up.

At this moment, these former racing, privileged kids, now past thirty and entering middle age, had become typical examples of failure.

Chu Jiao’s words resonated, and everyone shared mutual feelings.

Liang Yichao, being a living example of their current vindication, held his wine glass, smiled, and said, "They are right."

"Wh-what?" Suddenly, everyone who had been chatting enthusiastically was taken aback.

In surprise, they looked at the now unfamiliar Liang Yichao.

Liang Yichao curled his lips, stating, "We really lived a garbage life before, spending our youth, our best days, entirely on indulgence, no wonder people looked down on us. The reason I could join Ms. Liang and recently do well is actually because I learned from reading books, gaining knowledge, and broadening my horizons. It’s not because I’m naturally smart and can do well immediately. In France, I pulled all-nighters till two or three in the morning, slowly catching up by cramming words, math, history, and more. The way I live now, lively and stylish, you didn’t see the three times more effort beyond my youthful capacity that bought this back."

"This..." In an instant, everyone felt heavy-hearted.

Liang Yichao added, "Most importantly, I can achieve something now not because I am Mr. Liang, but because—the man I was is dead, now I’m living by following in their footsteps."

The air seemed to freeze with Liang Yichao’s words.

Looking at Liang Yichao’s neatly dressed suit, noticing his calm demeanor as a mere bystander now, viewing his composed and tranquil eyes, and lastly, seeing the woman in his arms without the slightest care.

The woman offered him a drink, he smiled, took a sip, then kissed the woman, passing the drink into her mouth.

The rakish demeanor made each former friend deeply realize that the old Mr. Liang was indeed dead, from the day he fell down the stairs after a marriage proposal failure.

In a daze, when he woke up after his body roughly recovered, they all heard about Yu Wei’s wedding news and went to the hospital to see him.

At that time, Liang Yichao sat on the hospital bed, cigarette in hand, quietly watching the recorded tape.

Seeing them arrive, after chatting for a while, mentioning Yu Wei, he said a sentence.

"Do you know how painful heartache can feel?"

No one could answer.

He just smiled, slid up the sleeve of his hospital gown, and directly pressed the burning cigarette butt against his flesh.

As the sizzling sound pierced through their ears, everyone’s eyes turned red with urgency to stop him, "Mr. Liang!"

The left arm already had many scars from being burned.

Yet what pained them collectively was—

Liang Yichao smiled, looking at his arm without a sensation, softly said, "A hundred times more painful than this."