A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

Chapter 111 Memories are the best way to punish a person

Fu Mingyue's heart pounded wildly. Her back was pressed tightly against the cold wall, and Pei Nanxing's gaze was like a sharp blade, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Let me go!" Fu Mingyue's voice trembled slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. "Let me go right now! And why did you come here?"

Pei Nanxing did not answer immediately. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He held her wrist tightly, showing no sign of loosening his grip.

Fu Mingyue began to struggle internally. She knew she should resist, but Pei Nanxing's aura made her feel powerless.

Her mind was filled with memories of their time together, those sweet and cloying moments that now seemed like a carefully laid trap.

"You knew I was coming... so what are you planning to do?" Fu Mingyue tried to find the answer in Pei Nanxing's eyes;

But those deep eyes were like an unfathomable ocean, drawing her deeper and deeper into them.

Her heart was screaming, telling her to be strong and break free from this situation, but her body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

Fu Mingyue felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness. "What exactly do you want?"

A hint of vulnerability flashed in her eyes. "If you were just trying to play me, then you've succeeded!"

Pei Nanxing frowned slightly, seemingly touched by her words.

He finally released her grip, but Fu Mingyue didn't feel relieved; instead, she felt even more lost. She knew she should run away, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.

"I'm not teasing you." Pei Nanxing's voice was deep, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. "I just want you to come back with me!"

"Ugh……"

Fu Mingyue leaned against the wall and let out a deep breath. She put one hand to her forehead and said, "I'm already married, Pei Nanxing, do you understand? I'm already married!"

As she spoke, she walked to the French windows and pulled the curtains open...

With a "whoosh," the evening sunlight streamed in through the window.

Fu Mingyue squinted at the setting sun, took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her pocket, and gently took out a cigarette with very soft movements.

She gently held the cigarette between her fingers and slowly brought it to her lips. Then, she took out a simple lighter from her pocket; the metal casing gleamed coldly in the light.

With a gentle flick of the thumb, the lighter made a crisp "click," and the spark from the flint instantly ignited the flame.

Fu Mingyue held one end of the cigarette up to the flame, tilting it slightly so that the flame would gently lick the tobacco.

Her gaze was focused and gentle. As the cigarette was lit, she inhaled slightly, and the firelight cast a warm yellow glow on her face.

The tip of the cigarette began to glow red, and smoke rose up. She tilted her head back slightly, took a deep breath, and the cigarette was fully lit in the gentle smoke.

Her eyes became hazy at this moment, as if she was enjoying the slight stimulation brought by nicotine.

Once she finished lighting the cigarette, her posture returned to its usual effortless elegance, as if everything that had just happened was merely a minor episode in her daily life.

Why did you start smoking?

Pei Nanxing was deeply attracted by this scene. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed incomprehension and concern.

He remembered her as so pure and innocent, like a fairy untouched by the world.

Upon hearing this, Fu Mingyue smiled faintly, a smile tinged with self-deprecation and helplessness.

"What? I used to be a good little kitten by your side! Now you're not used to it?" Her tone was slightly provocative, as if she was testing Pei Nanxing's reaction.

Pei Nanxing paused for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He sighed softly, "It's all in the past..."

Do you remember what I said when I left you?

"I remember!" Pei Nanxing answered crisply, his eyes hardening as if recalling a deeply unforgettable past.

“Memories are the best way to punish someone!” Fu Mingyue said coldly, her voice devoid of any emotion, as if she were telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

As she finished speaking, she forcefully stubbed out her cigarette, her movements decisive and resolute.

She wasn't addicted to smoking; for her, smoking was just a way to relieve her stress.

Whenever she feels frustrated or her research project stalls, she always lights a cigarette, letting the faint smoke carry away her unease and confusion.

The smell of tobacco was like a companion in her loneliness, keeping her company through those difficult times.

Pei Nanxing watched her stub out her cigarette, and a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

He knew that Fu Mingyue's change was not just because of the act of smoking, but because she had become a completely different person.

The little girl who once depended on him has now grown into an independent and strong woman. And he can only stand by, watching her face the storms of life alone.

Fu Mingyue's face was as cold as ice. She parted her red lips slightly and said coldly:

“Go back! The malaria outbreak in Guangling was clearly a deliberate act, and only you can thoroughly investigate the truth!”

After she finished speaking, a hint of appreciation appeared in her beautiful eyes, as if she had high hopes for the person in front of her.

Upon hearing this, Pei Nanxing felt a mix of emotions, but he persisted in pressing the matter, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth:

“I can agree to this, but before that, I just want to ask you, is Niannian really my biological daughter?”

And do you still have feelings for me? Otherwise, why would you find someone who looks exactly like me to be your substitute?

Since he stepped into this novel modern world and first met Jian Xiaohan, countless questions have flooded his mind like a tide.

Faced with Pei Nanxing's aggressive attitude, Fu Mingyue simply stood there quietly, remaining silent.

A moment later, she suddenly smiled, a smile that carried a hint of aloofness, making it difficult to discern her true feelings.

Then, she slowly said, "Niannian is not your daughter, but my daughter with Jian Xiaohan! As for the substitute you mentioned, that's utter nonsense."

I can't forget the past, but Jian Xiaohan is not a substitute for you! Because I love him, and that love is sincere and profound.

These words were like sharp swords, piercing straight into Pei Nanxing's heart, causing him to feel an instant pain that made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Especially when he heard Fu Mingyue say "I love him" in person, he felt as if his whole world collapsed at that moment.

She said she loved Jian Xiaohan...