Qiao Chuchu and Pei Che sat facing each other.
She carefully examined Pei Che’s wrist, gently pressing the bones: “It’s fine, nothing’s out of place. It’s probably just a sprain.”
Pei Che felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his wrist, his brow furrowing slightly: “You know quite a bit about this?”
Qiao Chuchu didn’t look up: “Yes, I’ve studied it.”
[In my past life, I tried many industries that suited me to earn more money, hoping to find something that would bring in quick cash. I had planned to save up a hundred thousand to buy a tablet and a computer for drawing. Unfortunately, just as I reached that amount, I died before I could make the purchase. I ended up transmigrating into this world, and even my hundred thousand savings were swallowed by the system.]
Pei Che’s expression tightened.
It seemed she had lived a hard life in her past life.
Qiao Chuchu looked up at Pei Che: “Do you have any bruise ointment or something? I can massage it for you.”
Pei Che’s gaze deepened: “In the first drawer.”
Qiao Chuchu walked over and started rummaging through the drawer. Inside, she found a bottle of used bruise ointment and a photo frame.
It was a selfie of her with Pei Che.
In the photo, she stood in the front, holding a bag, her arm around Pei Che’s shoulder, smiling brightly.
Pei Che leaned naturally against her cheek, relaxed, with a slight smile on his lips as he faced the camera.
Just one glance, and the warmth of the past came flooding back.
A hand suddenly appeared in front of her, flipping the photo frame face down!
Qiao Chuchu looked up in surprise, meeting Pei Che’s cold eyes: “Haven’t found it yet?”
Flustered, she picked up the bruise ointment: “Ah, no, I found it.”
Pei Che stood beside her, coldly closing the drawer.
Qiao Chuchu quickly retreated to the sofa.
Pei Che lazily sat down across from her, extending his hand toward her.
Pei Che’s hand was beautiful.
Although all seven Pei brothers had long, slender fingers, Pei Che’s hands were the most exquisite—not just in shape, but in color as well.
His knuckles were tinged with a soft pink, like a work of art meticulously crafted by a painter.
Qiao Chuchu couldn’t help but think: [Looking at Pei Che’s hand, I suddenly understand hand fetishes. Such a beautiful hand—I really want to hold it and play with it.]
Pei Che’s eyes darkened, and he shifted into a more comfortable position, looking down at Qiao Chuchu as she cradled his hand.
Qiao Chuchu was earnestly massaging his wrist.
It hurt.
But it felt good.
He leaned back on the sofa, his long fingers subtly curling, brushing against Qiao Chuchu’s fingers.
Qiao Chuchu’s hands were also beautiful.
Delicate and slender, though not particularly small, they were easily enveloped by his.
Her pale fingers kneaded his wrist repeatedly.
The more Pei Che watched, the more restless he became. His throat moved unnaturally, his gaze deepening as it lingered on Qiao Chuchu’s face.
Qiao Chuchu gently massaged the injured area: “Does it hurt?”
Pei Che lightly pressed his lips together, tasting a faint metallic tang.
His breathing began to quicken: “Does your face still hurt?”
Qiao Chuchu was startled. Just as she was about to look up, Pei Che suddenly cupped her face.
He leaned in, his body almost fully extending toward her, his fingers lightly touching the red mark on her cheek.
“Here, does it hurt?”
Qiao Chuchu felt a bit uncomfortable and shrugged slightly.
Pei Che’s breath was now on her face.
She awkwardly turned away: “It doesn’t hurt, it’s fine.”
Pei Che licked his lips, his voice low as it resonated in her ear: “I didn’t mean to kiss you.”
Qiao Chuchu shrank back, avoiding his breath: “I know, it’s nothing. I don’t mind. Besides, it was just my cheek, not my lips. You just bumped into me.”
Pei Che, hearing this, slowly withdrew, sitting back in front of Qiao Chuchu.
Qiao Chuchu felt a bit at a loss.
Originally, there had been a considerable distance between their faces, but now Pei Che was directly in front of her, their eyes locked. If Pei Che leaned in just a little, their lips would meet.
His gaze was like an unfathomable ocean, capable of drowning anyone who looked too deeply.
Feeling the pressure, she quickly searched for a topic: “Why are you wearing a white coat?”
Pei Che’s tone was indifferent: “Although I can’t perform surgeries, I can still handle outpatient consultations. It just so happens that I had a morning shift today.”
She nodded, a bit intrigued: “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you in this outfit. It suits you.”
Pei Che glanced down at himself: “Do you like me in this kind of attire?”
Qiao Chuchu shook her head: “Not exactly. It’s just that when you’re in your workplace, wearing your work clothes, it gives off a different vibe. It’s like you’re in your element, radiating confidence.”
[Unlike when he takes off this coat and puts on a regular suit, where he looks all polished but gives off a sinister aura.]
Pei Che: “?”
As she continued massaging, Qiao Chuchu suddenly felt something unusual and turned Pei Che’s wrist over.
There were deep and shallow scars from self-harm.
Qiao Chuchu’s heart ached, her brows furrowing as she rubbed the scars: “Brother.”
Pei Che raised an eyebrow: “Hmm?”
She pressed both hands against his wounds, her voice filled with sorrow: “Brother, please don’t do this again. I can keep my distance from you, and I won’t bully you anymore. But please, don’t hurt yourself like this, okay?”
Pei Che frowned, catching onto one point: “You’re going to keep your distance from me?”
Qiao Chuchu nodded seriously: “Yes! You don’t like it when I cling to you, right? I won’t cling to you anymore, and I won’t hurt you in that way again.”
She held his hand tightly, her tone sincere: “I’m really scared that one day you’ll die. Seriously.”
Pei Che was stunned.
Qiao Chuchu lowered her head in guilt.
[If Pei Che ever commits suicide, and I can never see him again, I’ll be the one to blame. I—]
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over Qiao Chuchu.
Before she could react, Pei Che’s warm lips pressed against her forehead.
Qiao Chuchu, like a kitten suddenly being petted, shrank back, her eyes widening in shock.
Pei Che closed his eyes, placing a deep kiss on her forehead, like a devout worshipper. His relaxed posture conveyed an indescribable emotion.
Qiao Chuchu: “????????”
She looked up in confusion, meeting Pei Che’s gaze.
Pei Che looked down at her, his eyes heavy: “In the past, whenever you made requests, I always accepted them unconditionally. You don’t need to deliberately distance yourself from me.”
Qiao Chuchu was stunned, recalling the photo in the drawer.
Back then, she was only fifteen, still in the testing phase with her brothers, not pushing things too far, so their daily interactions were relatively harmonious.
The origin of that photo was her sneaking up behind Pei Che to scare him: “Boo!”
Pei Che jumped, grabbing her nose and pulling her toward him: “Trying to scare me, huh?”
She winced in pain, tumbling from the sofa onto his lap, quickly apologizing: “Second brother, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Pei Che let go immediately, and she sat next to him, grinning flatteringly: “Brother, I saw a really nice bag recently.”
Pei Che, as if he already knew, handed her a card.
She pushed it back with both hands: “No, no, it’s not about the money. It’s just really hard to get. There are only three in the world. I can give you the money, but can you help me get it?”
Pei Che raised an eyebrow, glancing at her sideways: “Why don’t you ask our eldest brother to help you?”
Qiao Chuchu grinned: “Because I know you have the connections, second brother. You can definitely get it!”
She clung to his arm: “Please, help me get it. Everyone at school is watching me. They’re laughing behind my back, saying that even though I’m Miss Eight, I can’t get that bag.”
Pei Che raised an eyebrow: “So you’re buying it out of vanity?”
Qiao Chuchu admitted openly: “Yes! I’m vain. If you get me that bag, I can’t even imagine how happy I’ll be!”
A day later, she found the limited-edition bag in a box on the coffee table.
Pei Che sat on the sofa, watching her with a smile.
She squealed like a kettle, holding the bag lovingly: “Ah! You actually got it for me!”
Pei Che’s tone was calm: “After you told me yesterday, I looked into it. I had to spend five million on other items to get it. It arrived this morning from overseas. The extra items are in your room. You can give them away if you want.”
Qiao Chuchu was overwhelmed, clutching the bag to her chest: “Second brother~”
She felt like crying: “You’re so good to me!~”
Pei Che smirked: “Aren’t you going to show some appreciation?”
She hopped over to Pei Che, kissed him on the cheek, and hugged him tightly: “Thank you, second brother!~”
Pei Che was momentarily stunned, then touched his cheek and couldn't help but laugh as he hugged her. "You're this happy?"
"Mm!" She sat down beside him. "My sisters usually don't like me; they're always competing with me. They've been making snide remarks about this bag for days. I want them to know that I, Qiao Chuchu, can get it!"
But she also felt a little guilty. "Brother, isn't it bad that I'm so vain?"
Pei Che's expression remained calm. "It's perfectly normal to desire material things. As long as it's not illegal, I'll fulfill your wishes."
She pouted. "What if you can't fulfill them?"
Pei Che chuckled. "If I can't, then it's my incompetence, not your fault."
Her heart melted, and she hugged him, cooing, "Then I'll post on my Moments later, declaring to the world that I have the best second brother ever!~"
Pei Che's lips curved into a smile as he asked with interest, "Will it be visible to everyone? You won't hide it from your other brothers, will you?"
She frowned. "Of course, it'll be visible to everyone! We even need to take a photo together!~"
Pei Che nodded in satisfaction. "Good. After all, when it comes to giving you things, your second brother has a bit of vanity too."
She laughed, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. "Alright, I'm going to show off to everyone in my Moments! I'll brag about my amazing second brother!"
