After Playing the Fool and Marrying the Blind Villain [Transmigration] - Chap 47
When Pei Yi and Bo Yueming arrived home, Uncle Kai immediately greeted them, “Second Young Master, Little Sir, why did you come back so early?”
Technically speaking, the exchange meeting should take three or four hours.
Bo Yueming explained simply, “Something happened, and I didn’t want to waste time at that sort of place, so I brought Pei Yi back in advance.”
“Has Little Sir had enough to eat?”
Uncle Kai feared they would still be hungry, so he asked for instructions, “Second Young Master, shall I go to the kitchen and get some food?”
Bo Yueming gave a slight nod.
It didn’t matter to him, but he was afraid Pei Yi would be hungry later.
Pei Yi made a sullen sound, not in a high mood.
He was still thinking about Chen Shun and Pen Chenggong’s vicious deeds that disregarded human life, and on the way back, he felt more and more sympathy for Qiao Dong’s family’s misfortune.
Pei Yi looked around and said, “Qiao Dong?”
“Little Sir, he is still in the room.” Uncle Kai glanced at the closed door, and whispered to Bo Yueming, “I don’t know what is going on today. He’s all depressed and didn’t eat much for dinner.”
Uncle Kai always took care of children with the mentality of an elder.
In the past three months or so, he had managed to raise Pei Yi to a healthy state, and now he naturally wanted to let the helpless Qiao Dong eat more.
Hearing what Uncle Kai said, Pei Yi picked up the fruit plate on the coffee table, and after a moment’s thought, went straight to Qiao Dong’s room.
Uncle Kai was taken aback. “Ai, Little Sir?”
Bo Yueming saw Pei Yi’s actions and softly indicated, “Let him go.”
The door was pushed open gently.
Qiao Dong, who was sitting blankly at the head of the bed, slowly turned his head. When he saw that it was Pei Yi, he instinctively stood up to greet him, “Little Sir, you, what are you……”
Pei Yi put the plate of fruit on the bedside table and picked up a piece of peeled red pomelo. “Here.”
Qiao Dong took it in a daze, not understanding Pei Yi’s intentions for a moment.
Pei Yi said simply and clearly, “Sweet, not bitter.”
“……..”
Qiao Dong felt the comfort wrapped in Pei Yi’s few words. Under his gaze, he took a small bite of pomelo, and the moment the juice overflowed, it was indeed sweeter than the bitterness in his heart.
The rain outside the window grew louder.
Qiao Dong was full of negative energy that needed an outlet, and he subconsciously asked, “Little Sir, can I talk with you?”
Pei Yi nodded.
This was also one of his purposes for coming to the room.
Pei Yi hated Chen Shun and Pan Chenggong, who ruined other people’s families, but he knew it was not the best time to solve that matter, so he chose the route of comforting Qiao Dong.
Qiao Dong had learned about Pei Yi’s situation from Uncle Kai, but still regarded him as a silent partner to confide in. “Today is actually my brother’s birthday. If nothing had happened, he would be a father now. He would have been very happy.”
“Most of my school expenses were paid for by my brother, and my sister-in-law was also very kind to me.”
Even though Qiao Dong himself would study and work part-time, his elder brother and sister-in-law still feared that he would be too tired.
It was said that an elder brother was like a father, and compared with the dull and naive biological father, Qiao Dong preferred to get along with Zhao Hui.
“Although my brother and I were not born of the same mother, our relationship was better than that of ordinary brothers. When I was young, he took me to play with a simple bamboo spear to catch fish, and a self-made slingshot to shoot hares……”
Qiao Dong was immersed in his memories, a rare moment free from the pain of real life. “Little Sir, did you play with these when you were a child?”
“…….”
Pei Yi listened to Qiao Dong’s childhood memories and shook his head silently. It wasn’t only the original owner who hadn’t played with these things, as he hadn’t played with them in the real world either.
Qiao Dong’s confession reminded Pei Yi of his own childhood—
At first, there was a small yard with a small range of activities, limited and crude food every day, and unending crying and fighting anytime and anywhere. The top performer would be rewarded with a small piece of poor quality dessert.
Later, he changed to a beautiful residence, without quarreling and crying.
Someone baked the freshest desserts for him, and someone taught him how to distinguish the types of red wine. Shooting, swimming, equestrian…..he grew up being pampered by others, and could learn anything he wanted. Even his initial inspiration for video games originated there.
Pei Yi had thought that this kind of life could continue forever, but it only lasted until the age of fourteen.
Day after day of quarreling, and day after day of disgust. One person hysterical, and one person indifferent.
Only then did Pei Yi fully understand—
It turned out that delicious desserts depended on the mood of the maker, and delicious red wine could also make a person cause harm after getting dead drunk. And it turned out that two people who loved each other deeply could also hate each other enough to become enemies.
Pei Yi, who had seen through everything, fled the world that did not belong to him and tried to make a living while studying, then finally met a group of like-minded friends.
From a small game studio, they developed into one of the top game companies.
Pei Yi broke free from his memories, and Qiao Dong returned from his childhood to the present.
Qiao Dong didn’t know how much Pei Yi could understand, but he still spoke all of his thoughts. “I know that these matters have nothing to do with you or Mr. Bo. I shouldn’t ask you to spend your energy on solving them for me, and I shouldn’t cause trouble for you.”
“It’s me who wants to seek justice for my brother, but I hate myself for not being able to do so!”
Pei Yi took in Qiao Dong’s guiltiness and red eyes, and said firmly, “No.”
Qiao Dong was taken aback. “No?”
Pei Yi had a lot of things to say, but after some thought, he settled on a simple sentence, “Er-ge, he is very good, won’t lie to you.”
Qiao Dong could just barely catch Pei Yi’s brain circuit. “Little Sir, are you saying that Mr. Bo is a good person, and that he will help me as promised and not deceive me?”
“En!”
Having been together for such a long time, Pei Yi knew some things about Bo Yueming—
Because of his childhood experiences, Bo Yueming had learned to look at everything with an equal eye. Even if he later lived as a rich young master, he would never take the initiative to use his identity to bully others.
The “blackening” in the original text was because of too much contempt and ridicule during his time as a blind man.
Even before he was sure of what had happened to Qiao Dong, Bo Yueming was still willing to lend a helping hand, and after learning the specific situation, he also did not hide his intent to use Qiao Dong to deal with Chen Shun and win the bidding project.
In the end, if this matter couldn’t be resolved, Qiao Dong would live in pain and self-blame for the rest of his life.
Pei Yi realized this, and repeated, “Er-ge, very good.”
At least in his opinion, there was really nothing bad about Bo Yueming.
After hearing Pei Yi’s repeated assurances and seeing the joyful light in his eyes, Qiao Dong finally showed a curiosity unique to young people. “Little Sir, you really like the Second Young Master?”
“……..”
Ah?
L-like?
When Pei Yi first heard this sentence, he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.
Before he could figure out why, there was a knock on the door.
Lin Zhong, who had returned home one step later, opened the door and motioned calmly, “Little Sir, have you finished talking? Mr. Bo has asked me to take Qiao Dong to meet Director You.”
Meet You Qinian?
It was arranged so soon?
It seemed that the cooperation between Bo Yueming and You Qinian had officially begun.
In response, Pei Yi got up and looked at the fruit plate he had brought.
“…….”
He handed Qiao Dong a few more types of fruit and then ran away with a guilty conscience as he snatched his favorite, an undivided bunch of grapes.
Qiao Dong stared after Pei Yi’s suddenly fleeing back, and unconsciously grasped the fruit in his hand. “Little Sir is really kind.”
After talking to him, he felt that the gloom in his heart had been relieved at last.
Qiao Dong let out a breath and belatedly asked, “Brother Lin, who is Director You?”
Lin Zhong picked up the crutches beside him and handed them to Qiao Dong. “Let’s go, I’ll explain the situation to you on the way.”
. . . . . .
The recording that was taken became one of the handles to target Chen Shun, and indirectly contributed to the final alliance between the Bo and You families.
Now, not only did Lin Zhong take Qiao Dong out, but Bo Yueming also contacted Song Yuanyuan, the leader of the project team, and restarted the audio conference.
Each had their own busy schedule.
After returning to the room, Pei Yi locked the door and opened the Youtu website as usual. He found something special just after logging in—
The group chat name that was originally The Last Fog had been changed to Core Research and Development of YWY Studio. Not only that, but the number of people in the group had changed from 3 to 4.
Pei Yi came to an immediate realization, and opened the members list to find out.
Sure enough, in addition to the familiar Pear Garden and Dehydration, there was also the new ID “Southern Mountain.”
Pei Yi raised his eyebrows and typed: “Southern Mountain, Director Xiang, welcome to YWY.”
As soon as this message came out, Li Yuan was the first to bubble up, “My eyes are sharp, ah. I feared that the great god Will was busy, and I wouldn’t be able to find him for ten days to half a month.”
Pei Yi teased back, “I really didn’t expect Little Boss Li to be so fast.”
It only took Li Yuan three days to recruit Xiang Nansheng into their new studio.
“……..”
Fast?
So fast?
Li Yuan on the other end saw this counterattack in the group and exhaled a puff of smoke rings. He muttered, unconvinced, “This guy, who are you looking down on?”
Lou Yang had long been accustomed to the occasional jokes between them. “Yuan and I have already expressed our welcome to you. Since Director Xiang has come, I finally have someone to cooperate with.”
After this line of text was sent out, Xiang Nansheng came in late and replied to Pei Yi, “Thank you, I will do my best.”
Pei Yi remembered the phone call between himself and Xiang Nansheng, and after a moment of thought, he confessed—
“Director Xiang, I have something to say on behalf of the studio.”
“I don’t care about the conflict between you and Ke Ming, but I hope you can make it clear that from the moment you accepted YWY’s invitation, that company is a thing of the past for you.”
Never respect the man you use, and never use the man you respect.
Pei Yi would not explore the reasons for the breakdown of the relationship between Xiang Nansheng and Ke Ming, but he hoped that the current Xiang Nansheng was sincere toward developing YWY.
“Of course, be at ease.”
Xiang Nansheng answered firmly. He was not a character who would continue to get involved with old people from the past.
Now that he was here, it was easy to think clearly.
Pei Yi received the other party’s answer and instantly entered a working state. “Good. If you have time now, please switch to the private chat, and I will clarify with you the concept of the “Last Fog” game and the requirements for the subsequent program architecture.”
Lou Yang sent an ‘eating melons’ emoji: “Director Xiang, I wish you luck.”
Li Yuan echoed: “+1”
Both of them had already witnessed Pei Yi’s might. Don’t just look at his apparent identity as a game architect – everything he wanted was very clear, specific, and detailed.
Xiang Nansheng came in late as the technical director, so they feared he was going to be very busy now.
“……..”
Xiang Nansheng was stunned for a moment.
He couldn’t help but glance at the lower right corner.
Was it possible to face overtime on the first day of work? En, it seemed like his hair was in jeopardy.
That said, Xiang Nansheng quickly added a private chat box with Pei Yi, and it wasn’t until the two of them started serious work that he fully realized how outstanding the other party’s abilities were—
Compared to ordinary game architects, Pei Yi seemed to be able to carry the entire planning team alone. In addition to the worldview shown during the bidding, the settings of “The Last Fog” in terms of system, levels, and magnitude were also excellent and interesting.
Most importantly, he also dabbled in technology.
There was a well-known joke in the game development circle: Architects and programmers are incompatible with each other. The former disliked the latter for always getting stuck when bugs occurred, and the latter disliked the former for bad writing.
When he was at his former studio, Xiang Nansheng, who was the most technically skilled, often felt extreme headaches and embarrassment for the planning group’s unconstrained ideas.
But when Pei Yi put forward his ideas, he attached procedural terminology so that Xiang Nansheng could understand what he meant.
The two talked from seven to eleven o’clock.
When Pei Yi took it upon himself to end the work meeting, Xiang Nansheng, who was “temporarily working overtime,” still felt unfulfilled. “Will, do you know what I feel right now?”
It was rare to see Xiang Nansheng bring up a topic other than work, and Pei Yi responded cooperatively, “You think I’m a workaholic?”
“I regret that I declined your invitation.”
He really felt that—
Compared to Li Yuan, who was in charge of overall operations, this game architect who had never shown his face was more like the core of the entire creative team.
Knowing that he and Ke Ming would fall apart in the end, and knowing that he could still find the joy of designing here, Xiang Nansheng felt that he should have directly accepted the olive branch the other party offered a month and a half ago.
Pei Yi pursed his lips. “It isn’t too late now. Happy cooperation.”
“Happy cooperation.”
After finishing the work conversation, Pei Yi didn’t turn his computer off immediately.
He clicked on the search page and immediately arranged another matter.
. . . . . .
A week later, Wencheng Soft Fragrance Bathing and Recreation Center.
A black car parked in a surveillance blind spot in the corner of an open-air parking lot.
Pei Yi, who was sitting in the back row of the car, pressed the peaked cap on his head. Tonight, he wore long sleeves and trousers, along with a mask. At this moment, he was staring at the colorful signboard of the clubhouse not far away.
He had pretended that he was tired and wanted to go to bed early tonight. After misleading Uncle Kai, he took the spare key and locked the door of his room from the outside before leaving the villa on light feet.
As for Bo Yueming and Lin Zhong, the project bidding had reached the final sprint stage, and they hadn’t seen each other for three or four days.
Pei Yi opened his phone and glanced at the time. It was almost past twelve o’clock. “Are you sure Pan Chenggong is here tonight?”
The private detective in the front row looked at the heavily armed Pei Yi through the rearview mirror, vowing, “I’m sure. Mr. Yi, don’t worry!”
Just seven days ago, Pei Yi learned that Pan Chenggong had killed another person due to inferior safety equipment. Add to that the experience of Qiao Dong’s family—
He really couldn’t tolerate such a person still relying on his power to be unrestrained, so he secretly found a reliable private investigator to help discover Pan Chenggong’s whereabouts.
Bo Yueming and You Qinian had ways to deal with Chen Shun, and Pei Yi also had ways to deal with animals like Pan Chenggong.
The private investigator in the front row suddenly said, “Mr. Yi, look, Pan Chenggong seems to have come out!”
Upon hearing this, Pei Yi immediately focused his attention.
At the entrance of the well-decorated clubhouse, the fat-eared, greasy-haired Pan Chenggong walked out with a drunken gait, surrounded by attractive women.
With such intimate body language, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance what was going on.
“…….”
If he remembered correctly, Pan Chenggong’s wife, Chen Shun’s daughter, was about to give birth, right? Doing this kind of thing while his wife was pregnant? This man was really no good!
“Take pictures right away! I’ll go down for a while, and after you’re done filming, drive to the intersection at the northwest corner and wait for me.”
Pei Yi gave orders quickly, then opened the door and got out of the car.
After confirming that his outfit would not easily reveal who he was, he avoided surveillance and hastened toward the shadow of a huge parking sign.
On the other side, Pan Chenggong reluctantly said goodbye to his favorite “attendant” and walked drunkenly to the parking lot.
He took out his cell phone and intended to find a substitute driver. After seeing the time on the screen and a dozen missed calls, he immediately cursed, “Fuck, it’s annoying to death.”
His wife, Chen Xiu, had lost her shape and developed a bad temper after becoming pregnant, and Pan Gonggong’s inner disgust grew stronger day by day.
A few days ago, another accident happened at the construction site he was in charge of. He was caught and scolded by his father-in-law Chen Shun, causing his unhappiness to intensify.
He really couldn’t hold back tonight, so he wanted to find a “lady” in order to vent.
As a result?
His wife had yet to give birth, but the phone calls came one after another. It simply ruined his prestige and mood!
“This pregnant bitch is trouble! If she can’t give birth to a son, I…..”
—Zing!
Before Pan Chenggong could finish cursing, a stone shot out at high speed and slammed into his left eye. “Ah!”
Hiding behind the sign, Pei Yi heard the other party scream, and his eyes revealed a trace of success. He took out another sharp stone that had been prepared and shot it dexterously with the slingshot in his hand.
After hearing Qiao Dong’s childhood anecdote, Pei Yi played the fool the next day and asked him to make him a simple homemade slingshot.
Pei Yi had been shooting guns since elementary school, and his accuracy was not bad. He had mastered the range of skills he needed for the slingshot beforehand. This time, a stone shot out again and hit Pan Chenggong’s nose!
“Who’s there!”
Pan Chenggong cried out in pain with gritted teeth, belatedly realizing that someone was purposely messing with him. “Which motherfucker is it? Get out here!”
Pan Chenggong succeeded in confirming the direction from which the stone was thrown, and walked over agitatedly!
Pei Yi behind the sign had waited so long for this moment. He stretched out his leg to trip him when he saw the right moment — Pan Chenggong had long become drunk, so how could he see the situation in this dim environment? He immediately fell with his back to the sky and ate shit.
“…….”
With a calm expression, Pei Yi stepped on Pan Chenggong’s head. While putting away the slingshot, he did not forget to the grind his heel on the thing under his foot—
The two stones he shot with the slingshot were just a prank and an opportunity to reclaim his childhood fun, but now it was time for an adult lesson.
The ground in the parking lot was covered in rough gravel and sand, and the pain when his face was ground into it was severe. Pan Gonggong could only wheeze out, “It hurts, it hurts……”
Pei Yi took half a step back and crouched down to grab his collar. “You can’t bear this little pain?”
Pan Chenggong struggled to turn his face sideways and look, but he still couldn’t clearly see Pei Yi’s appearance under the double cover of hat and mask. “W-who are you, ah?”
“Do you know how many lives you’ve indirectly taken? Huh?” Pei Yi’s casual voice, and the look in his eyes full of hostility, were just like the King of Hell coming to ask for someone’s life.
Pan Chenggong, who had the deaths of others on his hands, had a guilty conscience and was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat. “You, who are you? Police! I’m going to call the police!”
Postering and repulsive.
Pei Yi gradually tightened the collar around his neck, warning in a dark voice, “Good, ah, if you dare to call the police, I will dare to send the photos of you seeking out prostitutes to the phones of your wife and your father-in-law.”
“Your old man just wiped your ass for you, right? Isn’t your wife about to give birth?”
The reasons why Chen Shun had successfully covered up the truth for Pan Gonggong time and time again was that firstly, he didn’t take workers’ lives seriously, secondly, out of care for his pregnant daughter, and thirdly, because Pan Chenggong was loyal to his daughter and did not engage in affairs.
But if Pan Chenggong’s sordid behavior was exposed, what father would be willing to watch his daughter be betrayed by her marriage partner?
“……..”
The identity of the person in front of him was completely unknown, but he revealed the most detailed information.
Pan Chenggong instinctively felt an irresistible fear, as if he was actually being strangled by the god of death. Breathing became difficult, and his eyes almost rolled back due to the alcohol.
Pei Yi stopped before he went too far, loosened Pan Chenggong’s collar, and got up.
Just when Pan Gonggong thought his suffering was over, Pei Yi kicked him in the stomach several times to vent his anger, and then turned around to leave gracefully.
. . . . . .
Northwest Street.
Pei Yi once again climbed into a familiar car.
The private investigator in the front row handed over the camera. “Mr. Yi, what should be done with these photos?”
Pei Yi thought for a while, but still decided against giving them to Pan Chenggong’s wife, who was about to give birth. “For the time being, only send them to Chairman Chen of Shuntian Group. I will transfer the balance to your account.”
“Okay.”
Pei Yi didn’t directly return in the private investigator’s car. In order to avoid revealing his identity, he changed to an ordinary taxi.
It was almost two o’clock in the morning when he returned to the villa neighborhood.
Pei unhurriedly swung around the side of the villa and first looked up to check on the lighting conditions of the master bedroom on the second floor—
It was pitch black.
He was either asleep or not there.
Feeling relieved, Pei Yi removed his stuffy mask and peaked cap, then briskly approached the outermost iron gate of the villa.
He fumbled for the keys in his pocket, but suddenly froze—
In front of the main villa security door stood two shockingly familiar figures. As if he had heard movement, Bo Yueming, who was standing in the rear, turned his body slightly.
“……”
Shit!
Why did Bo Yueming and Lin Zhong come back now? This shouldn’t be happening, ah!
Pei Yi felt his heart go into sudden arrest, and hid by the outer wall at his fastest reaction speed—
His body was stiff, his breathing was fixed, and his eyes were closed tightly. He was as anxious and timid as if a guillotine was about to fall on his head.
The arrogance with which he taught Pan Chenggong a lesson not long ago had disappeared without a trace.
On the other side.
Lin Zhong, who had opened the security door of the villa, had just turned around to help his boss when he saw a black shadow flash past.
“…….”
Lin Zhong thought he was hallucinating, and asked uncertainly, “Mr. Bo, just, just now, did you see someone standing there?”
Because of his busy project workload, Bo Yueming had only revealed his healed eyes to his assistant Lin Zhong in the past two days.
Faced with the assistant’s question, Bo Yueming, who had been staring at the white concrete wall beside the fence for a long time, categorically denied it. “Don’t know, I can’t see.”
Lin Zhong was taken aback. “Ah?”
Why couldn’t he see again?
“Okay, let’s go inside.”
Bo Yueming withdrew his gaze, but there was both helplessness and fondness in his eyes. “It must be some little wild cat, running out to catch mice in the middle of the night.”
What else could he do?
His own family’s disobedient kitten snuck out in the middle of the night and didn’t hide it well. He could only help cover it up.
