Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 54 That Cannon Fodder in a Male-Oriented Novel 9

Pei Zilang was beaten into the hospital by Pei Qizhan and behaved himself for a long time. Even Lin Pianyue started to look at Pei Qizhan strangely.

Song Xianyin seemed completely unaware of Pei Qizhan's change; the moment she saw him, she was like a firecracker, ready to explode at any moment.

Even though Pei's father intended to leave the Pei family business to Pei Zilang, Pei Qizhan was a few years older than Pei Zilang and had reached the age where he should be working at the company.

For this reason, Lin Pianyue cried to Pei's father for more than half a month. She was afraid that Pei's father wanted Pei Qizhan to take over Pei's Group, even though Pei's father had repeatedly assured her.

In order to prevent Pei Qizhan from doing anything underhanded at the Pei family, Lin Pianyue also sent Pei Zilang to the Pei family.

Pei Zilang is currently in high school, a time when he loves to play, and he always goes to the company reluctantly.

"Mom, I also want to join the Pei family." Song Xianyin said coquettishly.

Why can that idiot go but she can't? She's much smarter than Pei Zilang.

Lin Pianyue was supervising her as she took her medicine. She patted Song Xianyin's head and smiled, "Working is hard. It's good for Ayin to stay home and enjoy life with her mother."

"I don't want that, I want to make money too!"

Lin Pianyue advised her, "Ayin, your health isn't good, and the pressure at work is so high. What if your heart gets upset?"

"Mom doesn't agree with this."

"Humph!"

With Zilang in the company, that's enough. He's been clever since he was a child, and he definitely won't let Pei Qizhan do anything underhanded.

But the fact is quite the opposite.

The secretary sighed deeply as she watched Pei Zilang playing games in his office chair.

The young master has been in this state ever since he entered Pei's Group. The president even asked him to teach him more, but he simply won't learn.

The eldest son is much more serious than the youngest son, working overtime and attending drinking parties without fail. But the eldest son was already very mature at the youngest son's age.

Pei Zilang's work was a complete mess; it's fair to say he didn't listen to a word he said, leaving his secretary to silently clean up his mess.

They whispered to each other in the corner of the office. Pei Zilang was a manager as soon as he entered the company. He also had a private office, a personal secretary, and was personally taught by the president.

Pei Qizhan's situation was much more miserable. He had to go down to the ground to communicate with clients and run business from time to time. He had to do all kinds of hard work. Most importantly, the president had never come to see him.

Pei Zilang got tired of staying in the office and decided to go downstairs to have some fun, so his secretary had no choice but to follow him with a bitter face.

The young master spent the entire morning in the office without reading a single document.

They happened to run into Pei Qizhan, who was about to go downstairs, while they were in the elevator. Pei Qizhan was holding documents and seemed to be going out to do business.

Pei Zilang leaned against the elevator, looking at Pei Qizhan with disdain. What a pretentious act.

"Some people are delusional about things that don't belong to them, without even considering whether they deserve them."

The secretary felt a chill and quickly shrank into the corner.

Although his salary is high, it's not high enough that he would intervene to break up a fight between the two of them.

Pei Qizhan didn't speak, only staring calmly at the numbers displayed on the elevator screen.

Upon reaching the first floor, Pei Qizhan raised his hand, startling Pei Zilang, who quickly hid behind his secretary.

This is how Pei Qizhan beat him back then.

The secretary looked at Pei Zilang behind him with a blank expression, and said, "Young Master, we've arrived."

Pei Zilang cleared his throat, raised his head and walked out of the elevator.

After Pei Qizhan drove to the partner company and finished discussing the project, it was already completely dark. What followed was a perfectly natural drinking session.

The night was deep, and a faint chill permeated the air. Pei Qizhan was only wearing a suit. He was waiting for a designated driver by the roadside, and the cold wind made him a little more awake.

These people all knew his status in the Pei family, so naturally they wouldn't take him seriously, but he didn't care; he only cared about the outcome.

It's past midnight, and everyone in the Pei family is already asleep.

Pei Qizhan leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his temples. He had been drinking too much lately and was feeling a little dizzy.

The sound of the door opening rang out abruptly again, only to be quickly closed again.

Song Xianyin, who was about to go upstairs, frowned when she saw Pei Qizhan in the living room.

The living room lights were off, and moonlight shone in from the window, obscuring the contours of his face.

He had a cigarette between his teeth, a crimson dot flashing between his fingers, and his half-closed eyes were blurred by the smoke.

Song Xianyin sneered, walked up to Pei Qizhan, and threw her bag at his face.

"Can you please have some manners? If you want to smoke, go outside. Do you really think you're the only one living here?"

It hurt when the bag hit his face, but Pei Qizhan was used to it; his face had touched every bag Song Xianyin had ever carried.

Song Xianyin stood in front of Pei Qizhan, flipping through the documents on the sofa with a displeased expression: "Pei Qizhan, I heard you're working very hard at the company?"

A shareholder of the Pei family came to their house for dinner and praised him, which made her very unhappy.

Pei Qizhan looked down at her. She was wearing a short skirt, and her knees were red from the cold. She didn't look like she used to be so afraid of the cold.

She is not suited to wearing high heels; her heels were slightly blistered and bleeding.

Song Xianyin originally planned to take a shower and go to bed as soon as she got home, but since Pei Qizhan had come to her door, she was determined to humiliate him properly.

"Heh, don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Song Xianyin looked at him with disgust.

She was a little unsteady on her feet, and her legs would occasionally brush against Pei Qizhan's suit pants. Pei Qizhan watched indifferently. Although they had no contact, he felt as if something was scratching him.

Seeing that Pei Qizhan remained silent, Song Xianyin frowned even more deeply.

Pei Qizhan used to argue with her, but now he doesn't even bother to argue anymore. He just stares at her gloomily every day, like a ghost.

"If you keep up those underhanded tactics, you can forget about staying at the Pei family."

Even though Pei had absolutely no relation to Song Xianyin, she spoke with such confidence.

Pei Qizhan's voice was slightly cold as he looked at her with some doubt: "You?"

Hearing this, Song Xianyin's face turned red with anger. How dare Pei Qizhan mock her?

Just as she was about to slap him hard, Pei Qizhan grabbed her hand forcefully.

"hiss--"

Pei Qizhan pressed Song Xianyin down onto the sofa, his eyes filled with a deep, unfathomable bloodlust.

Song Xianyin tried to kick him, but he completely controlled her body.

Pei Qizhan's scent wafted over her, and Song Xianyin was completely enveloped in his embrace. She angrily cursed, "Pei Qizhan, you're a lunatic, a pervert, let me go right now!"

Her legs ached from the friction between the sofa and her suit pants, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears: "Are you sick?!"

Pei Qizhan's eyes were filled with gloom as he looked at her. He pressed his leg against her crotch to prevent her from moving.

"Song Xianyin, who do you think you are? You're just the daughter of a mistress." His voice was filled with hatred.