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Chapter 586 Dongyue Chapter (30) Zhengdong is Dead

Zhao Ningyue had never seen such a serious look on Jiang Chunhe's face.

It was as if the sky had fallen.

No, there is one more person!

Pei Zhengdong!
The outline of this person echoed in Zhao Ningyue's mind!

All of a sudden, Zhao Ningyue's heart felt like something had knocked her, she stared at Jiang Chunhe in a daze: "Chunhe, did something happen?"

"..."

Jiang Chunhe pulled Zhao Ningyue outside, and she was staring at her in the corridor.

Zhao Ningyue had already guessed who it was about, and her lips trembled slightly. For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in her heart, "Is it Pei Zhengdong?"

In any case, he was someone she had liked before, and she couldn't turn a blind eye.

Jiang Chunhe sighed heavily.

"Yueyue, you have to be prepared!"

"Tell me... what's wrong with him?"

Did he kill again?
Zhao Ningyue guessed in her heart, but she never expected that Jiang Chunhe would say something to her next——

"Pei Zhengdong, he is dead."

Zhao Ningyue's heart seemed to be hit by some sharp weapon, followed by great pain!
Pei Zhengdong... is dead?
How can this be? !
……

Time, rewind to two hours ago.

The atmosphere in Pei's villa was low and gloomy.

Because of Pei Zhengdong's mother Tao Wanwan jumping off the building, Pei Haiguang's general election plummeted.

Everything about Pei Haiguang's past was uncovered, including the incidents of him abandoning his wife and son, and betraying his family.

Things are so big, there must be someone behind the scenes.

Pei Haiguang knew who this person was, and when he returned to Pei's house, he slapped Pei Zhengdong in the face unceremoniously.

"I am your father! Do you have to kill me to be willing?"

"..." Pei Zhengdong didn't say anything.

His face is turned to one side.

His jet-black hair was a little messy, and there were many catkins floating on it, like hair balls.

He was dressed in white, with crumpled collar and sleeves, and dried and darkened bloodstains could still be vaguely seen on it.

Pei Zhengdong has always liked to wear white. He has a serious obsession with cleanliness and does not allow his clothes to have wrinkles or stains.

The big puddle of blood now seemed to indicate something.

"I'm talking to you! Your mother is dead, and I'm your father. Do you have to kill me to be willing?"

Pei Haiguang's canthus cracked, staring at Pei Zhengdong in front of him.

He couldn't see Pei Zhengdong's expression clearly, he felt that his son seemed to have changed somewhere, his temperament became gloomy, as if something was about to escape his control.

Pei Haiguang didn't like this feeling.

"Pei Zhengdong! Talk!"

He doesn't like his son ignoring his orders!
This son who has always been rebellious against him, this son who has always disrespected him, is a humiliation to him!
So Pei Haiguang raised his hand, and saw that he was about to slap again.

This time, his slap was stopped by Pei Zhengdong.

This white-clothed boy's eyes were cold and his joints were straining. At this moment, his eyes were full of destructive strength and cruelty, as if he wanted to strangle this middle-aged man to death.

"do you know……"

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been roasted by fire, and it was like sand and stones passing through a millstone round and round.

"All of this was caused by you. If it wasn't for your cheating and betrayal, if it wasn't for your heartlessness and indifference, my mother wouldn't go crazy, let alone die, and I—"

"Your son, I will not become like this!"

"So instead of blaming others, you might as well blame yourself. It's all your fault. This kind of result is your own fault, and you deserve it! Understand?!"

"You bastard! How dare you talk to me like that!"

Pei Haiguang's eyes cracked, and he said fiercely!

"You are my son, Pei Haiguang, it's just because you have a weak mental capacity!"

"Hehe... yes, that's right, it's all my fault, but——you educated me to be like this!"

Pei Zhengdong sneered, like a vampire at night.

"Why, you are flustered and angry, right? You feel that the general election has nothing to do with you, and you think it's all my fault. If you ask me, a person like you should plummet and never recover!"

"You bastard, I'm your old man!"

Pei Haiguang was very angry today. If it were normal, Pei Zhengdong would have blamed him, and he would have just turned a blind eye to it, but today——

Pei Haiguang's defeat, Pei Zhengdong's mother's death...

All of these have pushed the conflict between father and son into an abyss!
"I killed someone."

Pei Zhengdong said every word.

His voice was very cold, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

Pei Haiguang's eyes narrowed twice, a little unbelievable what he just heard, "What did you say?!"

"I killed someone, hehe..."

"Who did you kill? Ah? What are you kidding!"

"I want to kill you right now."

The last three words were uttered by him in a clear and cold voice, matched with the viciousness in his eyes, it was inexplicably cold.

Pei Haiguang took half a step back and watched Pei Zhengdong take out a sharp knife from his arms!

There were still bloodstains on the sharp knife, as if he had really killed someone.

"You, don't come over—ah!"

The sharp knife suddenly plunged into Pei Haiguang's left hand.

The man's heart-piercing screams pierced the sky.

Many servants rushed over, some were screaming, some were calling for a doctor.

The scene was chaotic.

There were bloodstains all over the ground.

But the young man who was the culprit was idling and staggering as he walked upstairs slowly.

He held on to the wall, knuckles bent.

No one dared to approach him.

It's as if this is a complete demon that has lost all conscience and morality.

Everyone was staring at Pei Zhengdong with horrified eyes, and stepped back one after another.

But no one saw his black eyes, which were dark without a trace of light, like a pool of stagnant water.

Once upon a time, he was also a rebellious young man with sharp and sharp eyes.

Now, his sharpness is gone, and his vigor is gone.

He is like a walking dead, walking in this desolate world, there is nothing worthy of his nostalgia.

……

Pei Zhengdong returned to the room and slammed the door of the room shut.

There were bursts of footsteps downstairs, gradually drifting away, and all sounds were blocked behind this door.

It must be that those people are busy dealing with Pei Haiguang's injured hand.

Yes.

He still relented.

That knife, instead of piercing his heart, pierced his hand.

Let him go.

He said so to himself at the time.

If you let him go, you also let yourself go.

(End of this chapter)