Reborn back to the time before I sold my blood to support my scumbag boyfriend's college educat

"Xiaoyu, have you found it yet? If you really can't, go out and buy me a bottle."

Pei Feng lay sprawled on the sofa, looking disheveled. "Luckily, it's winter, so I'm wearing a lot of clothes," he said. "But Zhou Wenbin threw the broom away at the end and slapped me several times; my face is burning with pain now."

"I couldn't find it, Dad. I'm tired and hungry and don't want to go out. Let's wait for Mom to come back. I'll go to the kitchen to see what we can eat."

Pei Zongyu turned the Pei family's living room and Pei Feng's room upside down, but couldn't even find a trace of the medicinal wine or ointment.

Just as Pei Zongyu was about to give up, there was a knock on the Pei family's door.

"Xiaoyu, hurry up and open the door, is your mother back?"

Pei Feng's eyes lit up, pinning all his hopes on Feng Yarou. Pei Zongyu was also happy; with his mother back, he wouldn't have to cook for himself.

"uncle"

Hearing Pei Zongyu call him "uncle," Pei Feng felt a surge of displeasure. What were the Feng family doing here at this time? The arrival of Feng Yarou's two older brothers was never a good thing.

"Xiaoyu, tell your uncle to go back home. We don't have time to entertain him right now."

Pei Zongyu didn't speak; he had already led his men in. Pei Feng turned around and saw that it was Zhou Wenbin, which startled him so much that he immediately jumped up.

"W-What, it's you? What are you doing at my house? Wasn't it enough that you beat me up so badly this morning? Now you want to come here and beat me up again?"

"Uncle, please sit down. I'll get you some water."

Pei Zongyu ignored Pei Feng, took off his coat, wiped the sofa with it, and then offered it to Zhou Wenbin. The whole process was incredibly smooth, as if he were used to it.

Then, he went into the kitchen to pour water and found that the water in the thermos had cooled down, so he boiled another kettle.

"Pei Feng, where is Feng Yarou?"

Zhou Wenbin sat on the sofa, looking superior as if he were in his own home, while Pei Feng looked at him with a wary expression.

Honestly, over the years, Zhou Wenbin had never given Feng Yarou a second glance, nor had he ever given Pei Zongyu a second look. Just now, upon closer inspection, Pei Zongyu really didn't resemble Pei Feng at all, neither in appearance nor height.

Although Pei Feng looked like a pretty boy, he wasn't short. His two older brothers were even taller and looked stronger than him. Zhou Wenbin only found out after asking around that his two brothers worked as ordinary workers in a towel factory and a food factory.

It's hilarious. He thought Pei Feng was so capable, but after all these years in Kyoto, all he's got is this much skill.

"What do you want with Ya Rou?"

"Uncle, my mom went out to buy some things, she should be back soon."

Pei Zongyu, fearing that Pei Feng would anger Zhou Wenbin, quickly came out of the kitchen and said, "The water hasn't boiled yet; we'll have to wait a while longer."

"Pei Zongyu, come and sit down."

Hearing Zhou Wenbin call his name, Pei Zongyu was overjoyed. He knew his efforts wouldn't be in vain; before, Zhou Wenbin wouldn't even give him a glance.

"Uncle, I'll go make you a cup of tea and then come back to chat with you."

Watching his son fawn over Zhou Wenbin, Pei Feng felt conflicted. From childhood to adulthood, Pei Zongyu had never brought him water, let alone brewed him tea.

"Come and sit down too."

Zhou Wenbin placed the medical kit on the table, patted the seat next to him, and gestured for Pei Feng to come and sit down.

"I...I don't want to sit."

Seeing this, Pei Feng dared not go over. He wondered what Zhou Wenbin intended to do to him this time.

"Pei Feng, come and sit down quickly, don't force me to take action."

Strangely enough, Pei Feng was no shorter than Zhou Wenbin, but he was terrified of Zhou Wenbin. Especially after Zhou Wenhui's death, his legs would tremble every time he saw Zhou Wenbin.

"I'm already like this, and you still come to my door to beat me up. Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"

You know what, Pei Feng thought this was a good idea. Zhou Wenbin had beaten him up several times before, why hadn't he thought of calling the police?

But then he thought about how his parents had been imprisoned by Zhou Wenbin for a year, and he knew that even if he reported it to the police, he would still not get away with it from Zhou Wenbin.

Do you think I'm afraid?

Pei Feng shook his head. Zhou Wenbin knew a lot of people. He had heard Zhou Wenhui mention before that Zhou Wenbin also knew some desperate criminals.

"Alright, come and sit down. I'm not here to cause you trouble today. I need to talk to you about something and offer to give you a free medical check-up." He pointed to the first-aid kit on the table.

Pei Feng looked at him with suspicion and disbelief, "You would be so kind?"

"Uncle, come, have some tea. Dad, look how good your uncle is to you, how can you doubt him?"

Pei Feng felt heartbroken when he saw that his son had only brewed one cup of tea for Zhou Wenbin and not one for him.

"What are you standing there for? Come and sit down." Zhou Wenbin said impatiently.

Pei Feng stood still, which seemed very unusual to Zhou Wenbin, and he became frightened. At this moment, Pei Zongyu went over and pushed Pei Feng.

"Dad, don't make Uncle angry, go and sit down quickly."

Pei Feng really wanted to scold his son. This wasn't even his uncle, why was he calling him so affectionately? After Pei Feng sat down, Zhou Wenbin directed Pei Zongyu.

"Come over here and hold him down," Zhou Wenbin said as he opened the first-aid kit.

"it is good"

Pei Zongyu agreed without hesitation, while Pei Feng began to feel afraid when he saw Zhou Wenbin's appearance.

"Xiaoyu, let me go! Zhou Wenbin, what are you going to do to me?"

Pei Feng struggled to get up, and Pei Zongyu could barely hold him down.

"Dad, just bear with it. Your uncle won't hurt you."

As soon as Pei Zongyu finished speaking, Zhou Wenbin took out a lancet and several test tubes from the first-aid kit. Pei Feng's eyes widened, and he shouted in horror, "You're going to draw my blood? What do you want to do?!"

"Nothing much? I'll give you a medical checkup."

He's gone mad, Zhou Wenbin has gone mad. Pei Feng struggled desperately, but Pei Zongyu held him down firmly.

"Dad, just cooperate with Uncle. It's just a little blood; it'll be fine. Other people sell their blood when they're short of money, what's a little blood to you?"

Pei Feng was both angry and anxious, and he cursed Pei Zongyu for being muddle-headed. Zhou Wenbin skillfully pricked Pei Feng's finger with a lancet, pulled out two tubes, each containing ten milliliters.

"Alright, you come over and have a couple of shots too."

Pei Zongyu pointed to himself and asked uncertainly, "Uncle, do you mean I want one too?"

"Yes, don't worry! It's just two vials of blood, he won't die. Look at Pei Feng, he's perfectly fine."

After the blood draw, Pei Feng stood up and left, keeping a safe distance from Zhou Wenbin, afraid that Zhou Wenbin would want to draw more blood from him. Pei Zongyu wanted to refuse, but opened his mouth and then hesitated, afraid that Zhou Wenbin would get angry and ignore him.

"hurry up"

"it is good"

Pei Zongyu compromised and sat down cooperatively, allowing Zhou Wenbin to prick his finger with a lancet.

"Xiaoyu, are you crazy? You're really making him draw blood?"

Pei Feng walked over angrily and tried to grab Pei Zongyu. Zhou Wenbin glared at him fiercely, so he lowered his hand, not daring to touch his son.

"Dad, it's okay, let Uncle smoke."

Pei Zongyu's voice trembled, and he turned his head away with a death-defying air, unable to watch Zhou Wenbin draw blood; he was terrified. After the blood was drawn from Pei Zongyu, Zhou Wenbin said something profound.

"Pei Feng, I'll let you know the results when they come out. You'll thank me then."

Zhou Wenbin carefully put the test tubes away, returned them to the medical kit, stood up, picked up the medical kit, and prepared to leave.

"Uncle, don't go! You haven't had your tea yet! Is it cold? I'll go make you another cup."

Zhou Wenbin glanced at Pei Zongyu's hand on his arm, and Pei Zongyu immediately withdrew his hand.

"I'm not your uncle. Your uncle's surname is Feng, and mine is Zhou. Remember that, and don't call me by the wrong name again."

Before Pei Zongyu could say anything more, Zhou Wenbin had already pushed the door open and left.