How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 558: Why Don’t You Die With Me?

Upon reaching the Pei Mansion, Shen Wanqing found its doors tightly shut. She remembered Shu’er’s words, and refrained from touching anything.

"Open the door."

The gatekeeper heard the familiar voice and quickly opened the door.

When he saw Shen Wanqing and the three children, he was momentarily stunned.

They all knew that the main wife was living well at the Prince Zhan Mansion, respected by everyone there.

Nowadays, many wish to enter the Prince Zhan Mansion but can’t, so why were they coming out?

Moreover, they had come to the Pei Mansion.

But, thinking of the master’s illness, the gatekeeper sighed.

"Madam, please come in."

Shen Wanqing led the three children inside, heading towards their small courtyard.

Shen Wanqing said, "There’s no need, take us to see the master directly."

All four of them wore masks and gloves, well-protected.

The gatekeeper led them to Pei Yu’s room, where a circle of people had already gathered outside, and inside, Pei Yu lay on the bed unconscious.

The three children’s eyes reddened, and they softly called out, "Father."

But Pei Yu did not respond, lying there quiet as if lifeless.

Shen Wanqing just stood by, quietly observing Pei Yu.

She suddenly felt that time had flown by so quickly.

When she met Pei Yu, the Shen Family was flourishing. At that time, Pei Yu was gentle as jade, a dignified gentleman.

So quickly, he’s entered middle age, yet Pei Yu remains as handsome as ever, and perhaps even more charming with the passage of time.

But Pei Yu in these recent years has become unfamiliar to her.

Now, Pei Yu lying motionless on the bed, pale-faced, seemed even more unfamiliar.

Shen Wanqing said, "We’ve seen him, let’s go, back home."

The three children looked at Pei Yu from afar, their tears soaking their masks. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Just as the children were about to turn, they heard Pei Yu’s weak, almost inaudible voice.

"Don’t go."

Xiang Hui’s eyes were filled with hatred as she shouted at the turning four.

"Did you hear? Husband is speaking to you, are you deaf?"

Shen Wanqing remained calm, her words cold.

"Xiang Hui, how dare you speak to the main wife this way? Naturally, in front of the first wife, if I’m seated, you all must stand; if I stand, you all must kneel."

"Though I endured you all these past times, but now, you dare shout at my children in my presence—do you really think I’m made of clay?"

Truth be told, this was one of Shen Wanqing’s rare outbursts in the past few years.

Xiang Hui and the others’ faces changed, then leaned against Pei Yu, acting coy.

"Husband, look, you’re still alive, yet Shen Wanqing treats us so harshly. If you pass away, how will our days continue?"

Shen Wanqing couldn’t be bothered to listen further; the outcome was always the same anyway.

She would probably be reprimanded again, her children subjected to complaints along with her.

But things were different now; she had a good daughter and a temporary refuge.

With her daughter’s help, she had even started a shop.

As long as the earnings were substantial enough, she could buy a house and hire a few guards.

She no longer needed to endure or force herself into a wooden demeanor.

She laughed lightly, "Feel free to stay here in your deep affection; we’re leaving first."

The three little ones were initially saddened by Pei Yu’s impending death.

But seeing Pei Yu glaring at their mother now chilled them somewhat.

They remembered how over the years, father had mistreated mother, making them unwilling to stay longer.

They were close to Pei Yu because of kinship, not because Pei Yu treated them well.

Shen Wanqing led the children out, and Pei Yu’s angry shout followed.

"Get out, all of you."

Shen Wanqing rolled her eyes internally; wasn’t she already leaving?

Why rush so urgently?

Indeed, they were stepping on the Pei Mansion’s soil.

By the time she reached the door, Pei Yu had started coughing thunderously.

Others rushed to comfort him, only to be waved off by Pei Yu.

"I said, get out, all of you."

The concubines’ faces turned pale; they finally realized that Pei Yu was telling them—concubines, bastards, and concubine’s children—to leave.

Xiang Hui’s eyes welled with tears.

"Husband, can’t we at least see you off one last time?"

Pei Yu closed his eyes, firmly pointing to the door.

Then he added, "Shen Wanqing, stop."

Shen Wanqing continued to walk; Pei Lingxuan held her back a bit.

She said, "Mother doesn’t have to go back; we all know what your father wants to say, undoubtedly asking me not to mistreat his wife and children."

Thinking of this, Shen Wanqing felt a strong wave of disgust.

It was truly revolting.

Shen Wanqing continued walking forward; the housekeeper quickly chased after her, his expression anxious, his eyes red.

"Madam, please go inside, the master is about to pass. At the point of death, can you let it go if possible?"

Shen Wanqing looked at the others and then considered her current aloofness, unable to help but laugh.

She realized she had become the iron-hearted person.

But if she were still that passionate, fearless type, things wouldn’t be as they were now.

She shook her head, "Matters have come to this, seeing one more time or less doesn’t make much difference."

The housekeeper knelt on the ground, bowing his head to Shen Wanqing, which she sidestepped.

"Madam, I know you’ve suffered greatly all these years, but now, I beg you, for the sake of this old servant, to go see the master."

Shen Wanqing sighed, "Housekeeper Pei... Alas, alright."

Once Shen Wanqing entered, Pei Yu was still coughing.

Shen Wanqing stood at a distance; truth be told, she had long ceased to care for his life or death.

If not for worrying that the children would have no caretaker, she would have perished with the Shen Family years ago.

Shen Wanqing chose a stool in a corner to sit on.

"What do you want to say?"

Pei Yu took a long pause, finally catching his breath, and lightly coughed.

"You really are cold and unfeeling."

Shen Wanqing laughed softly, without a word.

Just hearing that laugh chilled Pei Yu’s heart.

He remained silent for a long time, his fingers curling and uncurling.

"Come over here, Wanqing."

Shen Wanqing didn’t move, "Whenever you call me Wanqing, I know it’s never good news."

Pei Yu’s expression turned icy, "Alright, since you won’t come over here, then I’ll come to you."

His smile was somewhat sinister, indeed getting up, staggering step by step towards Shen Wanqing.

He fell numerous times, rose numerous times, finally staggering his way to Shen Wanqing’s side.

Such a short distance took several minutes to cover.

Shen Wanqing didn’t move throughout, her gaze indifferent, looking at him without sympathy, without love, as if seeing a stranger.

Pei Yu, towering over, wobbled for a while before stabilizing to face Shen Wanqing.

He smiled lightly, "Shen Wanqing, why don’t you be my burial sacrifice?"