Traveling through time and space to become the richest woman and falling in love with the young mast

Chapter 200 Deliberately Hiding from Me

They never imagined that this so-called "experience" was nothing but an elaborate scam.

Whenever night falls, An Wuhen will quietly take these disciples to a remote place.

In that gloomy corner, he revealed his hideous true face. Those disciples who were once full of vigor and vitality were as fragile as ants in his hands, and eventually became food for him to satisfy his appetite.

Peng Qinqin stood by the lotus pond.

The lotus leaves swayed gently in the breeze, emitting bursts of fragrance, but this beautiful scenery could not calm her inner fear.

Her eyes fell on the shimmering pool water, and the figures of her fellow disciples kept appearing in her mind.

She knew that the bottom of this seemingly calm pool hid countless secrets and sins, and these were the corpses of her fellow disciples!

Thinking of this, her whole body trembled involuntarily and her teeth couldn't help but chatter.

"Qinqin?" Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded behind her.

Peng Qinqin's body stiffened, as if she had been cast under a spell, unable to move.

She turned around slowly and saw her mother, Madam Peng, walking towards her with her maid.

Mrs. Peng was wearing a gorgeous satin dress, with a gentle face and a hint of concern in her eyes.

Peng Qinqin opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak for a while.

After a long while, she slowly uttered two words: "Mother."

Mrs. Peng leaned down slightly, and with gentle and skillful movements, she carefully tucked Peng Qinqin's scattered hair behind her ears.

After doing this, Mrs. Peng frowned slightly and asked softly, "Why are you here alone?"

The maid bowed and said respectfully, "Young Master."

She bent her body very low, with her forehead almost touching the ground, showing her respect for Peng Qinqin.

Peng Qinqin waved her hand slightly and said softly, "Get up."

After the maid stood up, Peng Qinqin sighed softly and looked into the distance, as if she was staring at something, but also seemed to be looking at nothing.

"I'll just take a look here." Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself.

Mrs. Peng nodded slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

She raised her head slightly and looked into the distance, as if looking for some answer.

Then, she turned her head, her eyes fell on Peng Qinqin, and asked again: "Where is your father? Why do I feel like he's deliberately avoiding me recently?"

There was a hint of doubt and confusion in her eyes, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if this question had been bothering her for a long time.

When Peng Qinqin heard her mother's words, her heart tightened, and a barely perceptible look of guilt flashed across her face.

She quickly lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly at her mother, and whispered, "Mother, Father has something important to do, he must be busy..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, as if she couldn't even convince herself.

An Wuhen is not Peng Shiyan. He may be able to hide his thoughts and whereabouts from others, but he certainly cannot hide them from Mrs. Peng, who has been married to Peng Shiyan for more than ten years.

Over the past decade or so, they have supported each other and experienced countless ups and downs together. There is no privacy left between them anymore.

An Wuhen knew very well that once he came into contact with Mrs. Peng, his flaws would be immediately exposed.

Those unintentional little movements and eye contact may become the fuse that exposes yourself.