"Of course not, Chun Chun, I didn't mean that!"
"Whatever you mean, stop spewing garbage! Don't say I, Zhan Jing Chun, don't pick up trash. Even if you stay in the entertainment industry for another 100 years, I still wouldn't look at you! Talking to you only dirties my mouth and ears."
"Last warning, get lost, or I'll make sure you don't know how you died."
After speaking, she glared at him with eyes that were unfamiliar and fierce to Peng Fei, then turned and walked away.
Peng Fei considered it carefully.
They hadn't contacted each other for a year. He hadn't visited her during his most glorious time in the entertainment industry, nor had he given her a single cent when he earned money. Now, right after her trouble, he came looking for her. It was natural for her to overthink.
Regardless, seeing her today and speaking with her was already a great gain.
Her slender figure weaved through the pedestrians, walking alone, looking both lonely and dangerous.
Peng Fei followed at a distance, not too close, until they reached the villa entrance.
Zhan Jing Chun turned back and glared fiercely at him again.
"Are you done? Still following? Do you think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Peng Fei again explained to her, pale and weak.
"I truly mean no harm, Chun Chun. It's been a long time, I just wanted to see you."
"I won't get close to you, won't hurt you, and definitely won't follow you home. Rest assured. As long as I see you are safe and doing well, I'll leave."
Late-blooming affection is cheaper than grass.
Let alone making such insincere empty promises.
Zhan Jing Chun felt disgusted listening to him.
Bad luck.
If she had known she would run into him, she wouldn't have come out to buy cigarettes!
To prevent him from shamelessly lingering, Zhan Jing Chun went to the security room and spoke to the guards.
Soon, she left, and two tall, burly security guards came out and pushed Peng Fei's shoulders.
"What are you doing here? Non-residents are not allowed to approach. Go, go, hurry up and leave. Keep lurking and we'll call the police!"
Peng Fei could only go to the opposite side of the road.
But he was still reluctant to leave, wanting to watch her for a while longer, even just her back. Every extra second he could see her was a gain.
As Zhan Jing Chun walked, her figure paused again behind a landscaping tree at a corner.
Immediately after, wisps of white smoke rose from behind the tree.
She probably didn't want her family to know, so she hid outside and lit another cigarette...
In just over ten minutes, it was her third cigarette.
How could Peng Fei dare to leave?
She hated him so much, she treated her body so poorly. If he didn't clarify things with her, if he didn't let her vent her resentment, Peng Fei would never be at peace.
He had just said he wouldn't bother her, and now he was going back on his word.
He decided to wait, to find an opportunity to speak with her again, to clarify things no matter what.
Whether it was intentional avoidance or she had returned to her reclusive nature, Zhan Jing Chun didn't go out for the next two days.
It was close to Chinese New Year, and the weather was extremely cold.
Although Nan Cheng didn't have snow, the knife-like wind that scraped against the body all day was unbearable.
Peng Fei had no clean clothes and nowhere to stay. When he was tired, he slept by hugging his knees against a tree. When he wasn't sleepy, he got up and moved around.
Without food or water, he stayed by that tree for a full two and a half days before seeing her again at noon on the third day.
She came out alone again, but this time she was wearing regular clothes.
Peng Fei didn't dare to follow her from behind, keeping his distance across the road.
As expected, she went to the same shop again and bought another pack of cigarettes.
In just two and a half days, she had finished a whole pack?
Just like last time, as soon as Zhan Jing Chun put the cigarette in her mouth, before she could light it, Peng Fei rushed over again.
Seeing that he still hadn't left, Zhan Jing Chun could only become more angry than the last time.
"Are you sick? Is this ever going to end? What are you still doing here? Don't you want to die, are you not satisfied?"
Peng Fei had waited for her for two to three days, and his mouth was full of sores from anxiety.
Knowing that Zhan Jing Chun wouldn't talk to him nicely, he gritted his teeth, grabbed her arm, and snatched the cigarette away.
"When did you start smoking? You just bought some two days ago, and you're buying again, that pack is already finished? That's too fast!"
"Your family doesn't know, do they? How can you treat your body like this? You're not allowed to smoke anymore!"
After speaking, he forcefully crushed the cigarette pack and threw it into a roadside trash can.
Zhan Jing Chun stared at his hand, and after two seconds, she came to her senses and slapped him across the face.
"Who the hell do you think you are? What right do you have to control me? And you throw my things away? You're dead, Peng Fei, just wait, I'm calling someone to deal with you right now, you're going to die!"
Saying that, she took out her phone to find a number.
It had already come to this. For her health, Peng Fei was afraid of nothing.
"Fine, you call. Whether you call your brother, your sister, or your parents, I don't care. As long as you can quit smoking, I don't mind being beaten to death. Go ahead and call."
One sentence scared Zhan Jing Chun.
"What do you mean? Are you planning to tell my family about this?"
Peng Fei said with absolute conviction, "That's right. Smoking is bad for your health, I can't watch you do this anymore!"
Staring at his "righteous" face for a few seconds, Zhan Jing Chun felt both annoyed and amused, and put her phone back.
"Threatening me? So you didn't leave because you were waiting to catch my mistakes? You're short of money, want to extort money from me? How much do you want?"
Peng Fei could see her annoyance and bad mood. She wasn't unwilling to talk properly; it was all because he pushed her to it.
A perfectly fine young lady had been ruined like this because of him. He felt truly, deeply distressed.
"Chun Chun, I know you're doing this all because of me. I hurt you, made you unhappy, and you want to vent, so you're acting like this. I'm sorry."
"I'm not extorting anything, I'm just asking for a few minutes of your time. Please listen to my explanation, please don't be angry anymore."
"If you're really angry, you can hit me, scold me, or even stab me a few times. But please don't treat yourself like this, okay?"
"Honestly, seeing you like this is more painful than killing me."
Zhan Jing Chun looked at his "pained" expression and couldn't help but think of that video again, and the words he said in it.
Truly, she was also confused.
He was sometimes incredibly good to her, and other times he deliberately angered her.
She didn't know what to think or what to do with him anymore.
"Are you done?"
Seeing that her tone had softened slightly, Peng Fei quickly said.
"Can we go somewhere else to talk? It's too conspicuous here. I'm a nobody, I don't fear anything, but you're different. I don't want others to look at you with strange eyes."
For some reason, Zhan Jing Chun followed him a few steps towards the corner.
They stood under a secluded, large tree, and she looked coldly at his haggard face.
"After you apologize, you'll leave, right? Fine, speak, and then get lost."
Peng Fei thought and thought, his vocabulary was limited, and he didn't know how to say more.
"I really have nothing with Wang Li. The reason I did that that day... In short, no matter how much I say, it's useless. It's all my fault. Hit me, hit me hard, wherever you want, as long as it can vent your anger."
"If that's still not enough, and you think your hands will get dirty, I can hit myself for you to see."