With Zhao Tianhao's movements—opening his hand, tossing it to his other hand, and then clenching it—Peng Jiahe's eyes couldn't keep up. Zhao Tianhao didn't speak, then snapped his fingers in front of Peng Jiahe with his right hand. A fragrant daisy appeared in his hand. "This is for you. I hope it makes you happy."
"Wow!" The sudden appearance of the flower really surprised Peng Jiahe. She jumped up and down happily, saying, "Thank you! My name is Peng Jiahe. What's yours, brother?"
"Zhao Tianhao."
"Thank you. Then I'll call you Brother Hao."
"Okay, as long as you're happy."
Zhao Tianhao used magic to break down Peng Jiahe's guard and open her heart. The two chatted happily and quickly became friends.
As they walked, Peng Jiahe briefly told Zhao Tianhao about her situation. "It's my fault for bringing up your sad memories."
"It's okay, I'm used to it," she said casually, but Peng Jiahe was still quite bothered.
Zhao Tianhao took her to lunch, and in the afternoon, he planned to have her show him around the neighborhood, but a phone call from his father interrupted their plans.
His father knew she had skipped school.
Zhao Tianhao didn't meet with Peng Hai; he left as soon as Peng Hai came to pick up Peng Jiahe.
For the next week, Zhao Tianhao and Peng Jiahe's relationship developed rapidly. It was clear they were mutually attracted.
Whenever Peng Hai couldn't pick Peng Jiahe up because he was taking care of Lu Yuan, or when Peng Jiahe was eating out alone, she would call Zhao Tianhao.
Then came their happy times together.
Zhao Tianhao also thoroughly enjoyed it, feeling as if he had truly returned to his school days.
His girlfriend didn't go to the same school as him, and he always tried to find ways to see her and spend time with her. Peng Jiahe felt this period was the happiest time of her life; seeing Zhao Tianhao always brightened her mood.
And every time Zhao Tianhao kissed her, her heart would pound wildly, a mix of nervousness and excitement, drawing her into his rhythm.
When she came to her senses, she was often disheveled, her bra down, his large hands playing with her breasts, even touching her private parts.
Each time, Peng Jiahe was incredibly embarrassed. Once, he even asked her to suck his... well, you know. But his penis was truly enormous; she was shocked when she saw it. This was America, a very open country.
She'd heard so many private conversations among her classmates that she was numb to them.
So-and-so slept with so-and-so, so-and-so was good in bed, so-and-so had a big... But from what she knew, a few centimeters was considered big; she hadn't expected this to be more than twice that size.
Looking at her crush's encouraging eyes, Peng Jiahe couldn't bear to refuse and could only kneel on the ground, sucking his large penis.
Finally, at his insistence, she swallowed his semen. This bad guy... Peng Jiahe didn't find it unpleasant. In fact, for some reason, she even found herself somewhat missing the taste.
Peng Jiahe was very surprised that she had this thought.
She thought she had become lewd because of him. It was all his fault.
Peng Jiahe thought, her face flushed. Of course, Peng Jiahe wasn't wrong to think this way, since Zhao Tianhao's semen was addictive.
Eating it would naturally lead to addiction. Peng Jiahe stared blankly at the textbook in class. Why hadn't Brother Haotian come to find her yet? There was a reason why Zhao Tianhao hadn't come to see Peng Jiahe today.
Because he was at the scene of a car accident. During this time, Zhao Tianhao had been spending every day with Peng Jiahe. She had been "trained" by him to be "eaten." If it weren't for her father picking her up every day, she might have already been "eaten" by Zhao Tianhao.
Zhao Tianhao was supposed to go today too, but his subordinate suddenly told him that Peng Hai had gotten his green card.
Zhao Tianhao remembered that in the drama, Peng Hai got into a car accident on the day he went to pick up Lu Yuan after receiving his green card.
So, Zhao Tianhao ordered his men to keep an eye on things from a distance.
Sure enough, Peng Hai's car was mercilessly run over by a truck, and Peng Hai died instantly. Lu Yuan, however, miraculously still had a breath left.
Truly worthy of being the protagonist.
Zhao Tianhao arrived at the scene, looked at Lu Yuan in the car, and while calling an ambulance, used his inner energy to directly destroy Lu Yuan's nerves.
Lu Yuan breathed his last. Since he was a rotten person, he might as well return to the embrace of hell sooner.
If Lu Yuan's soul could see this, he would definitely curse Zhao Tianhao for his ruthless killing.
"You call me a rotten person? You're not a rotten person. You didn't save your girlfriend's father.
You survived, but you didn't save him either, and even killed him."
Zhao Tianhao never denied that he was a bad person, an evil person, a rotten person.
There was nothing he could do; he was simply too awful, and hell wouldn't accept him.
Zhao Tianhao stood at the nearby intersection, watching the police cars cordon off the scene and the ambulance take the body away.
A short while later, Zhao Tianhao received a call from Peng Jiahe, followed by her sobbing.
"Jiahe, what's wrong? Tell me, don't worry, it's okay, I'm here for you. Tell me, what happened?"
"Waaah, Brother Hao, waaah, my father, he, waaah, died in a car accident. I have no family left, waaah..."
After listening to Peng Jiahe's broken words, Zhao Tianhao said, "Where are you? I'll come find you."
"Waaah, the hospital notified me to go for an autopsy. I called you as soon as I got the call."
"Okay, I understand. Don't be afraid, I'm here. Wait for me at the school gate, I'll come pick you up, I'll go with you."
"Okay." Peng Jiahe had lost her anchor. At this moment, she was like a drowning person, only able to grab onto Zhao Tianhao as her only lifeline.
Zhao Tianhao got into the car and said to his subordinate, "To the school."
The car quickly stopped at the school gate.
Peng Jiahe naturally recognized the Maybach driven by Zhao Tianhao's driver; it wasn't the first time she'd done it.
Opening the car door and seeing Zhao Tianhao, Peng Jiahe, having found her anchor, threw herself into his arms and burst into tears again.
Zhao Tianhao held Peng Jiahe, comforting her, while simultaneously instructing the driver to go to the hospital.
"I'm here, your Brother Hao is here, don't worry, I'll always be with you," she sobbed. "Waaah, Brother Hao," Peng Jiahe finally stopped crying, exhausted.
She clung to Zhao Tianhao, unwilling to let go. She had lost her father, and if Zhao Tianhao left, she would truly be an unwanted child. So she held onto him tightly, afraid he would leave.
Although Peng Jiahe didn't speak, Zhao Tianhao could sense her thoughts from her actions; she was in this sensitive state of mind.
Zhao Tianhao naturally let Peng Jiahe be, especially since he would never leave her.
At the hospital, Peng Jiahe continued to cling tightly to Zhao Tianhao's large hand.
Under the doctor's guidance, Zhao Tianhao and Peng Jiahe confirmed the deceased's identity.
Peng Jiahe, panicked upon seeing her father's body, was then handed over to Zhao Tianhao to handle.
The lawyer had arrived, as Peng Hai had a will, but it was invalid because Lu Yuan was also dead.
However, Zhao Tianhao hypnotized the lawyer, instructing him to transfer Peng Jiahe's guardianship to his own name through various means.
As for the death compensation money, although Zhao Tianhao didn't care for it, he couldn't let the insurance company benefit too much.
Naturally, after paying an inheritance tax, he kept the money for Peng Jiahe, treating it as her pocket money.
Although the will was invalid, Peng Hai's last wish still needed to be fulfilled.
Since Peng Hai wished to return to his roots,
Zhao Tianhao naturally granted his wish. After consulting Peng Jiahe's opinion, Zhao Tianhao ordered that Peng Hai and Lu Yuan's bodies be cremated.
Now, for Peng Jiahe, Zhao Tianhao was her everything; she felt like she had no home anymore.
Now, wherever Zhao Tianhao went, she would go.
Moreover, she was completely lost, so Zhao Tianhao took care of everything.
After her father's cremation, seeing the ashes in Zhao Tianhao's hands, Peng Jiahe threw herself into his arms again, crying loudly, releasing all her pent-up grievances.
Without saying much, he held her tightly, gently patting her back and stroking her hair, silently comforting her.
Perhaps she was exhausted from crying, or perhaps the tension had been too great, she relaxed in Zhao Tianhao's arms and fell asleep immediately.