The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

There was a crunch.

The door was pushed open, and Mu Huaiyu stepped into the room and saw that it was dim all around, with only a few candle flames swaying, and red wine and bull cards were placed on the table.

Mu Huaiyu was a little surprised: "Candlelight dinner?"

When he went out this morning, Pei Han told him to come back in the evening, but she did not expect that she had prepared these.

In the light of the fire, Pei Han evoked a soft smile: "I have been married to you for more than ten years, and it seems that I have never been romantic with you."

Mu Huaiyu walked over, hugged Pei Han tightly from behind, and touched her head affectionately twice: "Thank you."

Pei Han's face was stiff: "It's not hard."

Immediately, he pushed Mu Huaiyu away and pulled the chair aside: "Hurry up and sit down."

Mu Huaiyu sat down opposite, Pei Han picked up the decanter, poured the red wine into the goblet, and handed it to Mu Huaiyu.

Mu Huaiyu took it and shook it twice in his hand, staring at the bright liquid in the glass. He squinted his sharp eyes, then handed the goblet to Pei Han, and said with a smile: "This brand's I haven't drunk too much red wine, you can help me taste it first."

Pei Han knew that tasting was just a rhetoric, but he was actually afraid of her poisoning it.

She did put medicine in it.

The medicine Yunci gave, only taking one of them, didn't do any harm to the body.

Pei Han stared at the necklace on Mu Huaiyu’s neck, slowly retracted his gaze, took the goblet in Mu Huaiyu’s hand, did not hesitate to move, raised his head and took a sip, the red wine swallowed down her throat, and she looked forward to admiration. Huai Yu smiled and said, "It tastes good."

With that, he returned the goblet to Mu Huaiyu.

Seeing that Pei Han took a sip and was safe, Mu Huaiyu finally released a relaxed smile and took a sip from the goblet.

During the meal, Mu Huaiyu and Pei Han chatted, as if they really regarded her as a loving wife, talking about trivial things in the weekdays.

Pei Han was a little absent-minded, observing Mu Huaiyu's situation from time to time, and then touched him a few times and forced him to take a few more sips.

"When are you and Abi going back?" Mu Huaiyu asked while cutting the steak.

Pei Han and Mu Chenbi have lived here for nearly a year.

"It's not clear yet, are you urging us to go back?"

Mu Huaiyu smiled and said, "It's not a reminder. Of course I hope you can always be here, just asking what you think."

Pei Han lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and said: "I will stay with Abi for a while."

"That's fine, you guys..." Mu Huaiyu's voice stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.

Pei Han raised his head and saw that Mu Huaiyu's face was fading, with one hand covering his chest and the other holding the corner of the table tightly. His face twisted due to pain, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood from his mouth. A crooked, he fell from the chair severely and fell to the ground.

Pei Han slowly put down the knife and fork, stood up, walked to Mu Huaiyu's face, looked at the man condescendingly, his eyes were cold.

Mu Huaiyu squatted on the ground, curled up tightly, and finally realized something, raised his head, his face was full of pain, looked at Pei Han with his hideous eyes, and a large amount of blood poured out from his mouth.

"In the wine..."

Pei Han smiled coldly, his eyes became cold and merciless: "Yes, I poisoned the wine, I must be very curious, why am I okay?"

Mu Huaiyu supported his arm, but was completely unable to get up, and fell to the ground fiercely. His eyes were filled with raging anger, and he wished to swallow Pei Han alive: "You...you have been...liing to me?!"