[Y.G.: The money came too quickly and entered my pocket in an instant.]

[Y.G.: There are so many good people in this world. Otherwise, why are so many people so pa.s.sionate about giving me money? (dog head)]

[Hahaha, the previous commenter is too much. Can't your heart ache for the headquarters?! But seriously, I feel that Y.G. is so cute!]

[You're really an immortal. The bug was fixed in one night. Goodbye, big boss.]

[I just want to know if Y.G. is really expensive? How's the headquarters? Hahahahahaha @ EG Corporation- Maps of the G.o.ds Headquarters]

The heated discussion lasted for a while.

The original poster finally replied.

[EG Corporation – Maps of the G.o.ds Headquarters: Expensive? Who's talking nonsense! (Picture)]

The picture the headquarters sent was a fat guy hugging his empty wallet tightly as he cried sadly.

It was funny and pathetic. The guys was fat but weak.

The netizens were cracking up.

[Hahahahahaha, I suddenly want to be a fan of Y.G. She's the best.]

[Heh, you don't deserve to be a fan if you haven't copied the 47 theses of Y.G. [dog head]]

[Y.G.: There is no bug in this world that cannot be fixed. If there is, it must be because you didn't give enough money. [dog head]]

In the dream.

The bedroom was eerily silent. In the dark s.p.a.ce, a door was in front of her. There was a ray of weak light s.h.i.+ning through the gap.

A fair and slender hand pushed open the door, completely unaffected by her main consciousness. It was trembling slightly from exhaustion.

Suddenly.

A scream sounded in the beautiful bungalow.

The person hanging dead by the living room window was a beautiful and elegant woman. The hem of her skirt was embroidered with blooming camellias. However, at this moment, her body had already turned cold, appearing in front of her lifelessly.

The usually gentle and smiling woman had died silently.

The scene changed.

It was the woman's students and relatives.

“Why would Teacher Meng Ying hang herself?”

Everyone felt pity for the pa.s.sing of a genius.

“If Teacher Meng Ying leaves, what will happen to Ge'er in the future?”

“Yeah, why does it have to be today? Today is… Ge'er's birthday.”

That person found it difficult to speak, but he did not notice that the girl, who had her head lowered, had slowly crumpled the letter in her hand.

“I heard that it was because President Pei got married again, and President Pei's second daughter… is around Ge'er's age. So, Teacher Meng Ying had a fight with President Pei.”

“If they're of the same age, doesn't that mean he had an affair back then? Besides, for so many years, Teacher Meng Ying has been waiting for President Pei to change his mind.”

“Stop talking. Ge'er is still here.”

Everyone noticed that the usually exquisite and bright girl was standing by the bedroom door silently and excessively quiet.

No emotions could be seen on her face.

Someone said in fear, “Could it be that all geniuses are like this… Abnormal?”

Hearing this, everyone's expression changed and they subconsciously looked at Pei Yunge, taking a step back in fear.

“Geniuses… Are they all crazy?”

The scene in front of her disappeared, leaving behind emptiness and darkness, suffocating her.

Suddenly.

The girl on the bed clenched her fists tightly. Her fingernails were digging into her fles.h.!.+

Suddenly, she opened her eyes. They were filled with coldness and redness, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Within moments.

Pei Yunge regained her senses and glanced at the glaring blood on her palm, but her expression was calm.

No wonder.

It was almost her death anniversary again.

After Pei Yunge got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to wash off the blood, she went downstairs to pour herself a gla.s.s of water.

The moonlight outside was hazy and gentle.

Pei Yunge sat by the sofa and slowly drank some ice water.

[PS: Mrs Pei: Meng Ying. Mrs Qin: Tong Yueying.]