"Fortunately, everything is in accordance with Brother Han’s instructions, no reckless actions."
"This is the current distribution of forces in the Capital City and personnel situation; Brother Han, please have a look." Lin Hao placed a docunt on the Glazed Terrace and then took out a leather pouch.
"This is the matter you instructed to investigate, everything is here."
After Lin Hao left, Pei Qinghan poured a glass of red wine, slowly savoring it, and sat on the sofa, flipping through the materials.
The hotel attendant delivered lunch at noon; Pei Qinghan ate and took a nap. The sleep on the plane last night was not stable, so this nap was exceptionally deep, waking only at four in the afternoon.
The sound of knocking ca from the door.
Pei Qinghan’s voice was sowhat hoarse, "Co in."
Fu Bai pushed the door open, carrying a cup of warm water and handing over the pills: "Brother Han, it’s ti to take your dicine; you forgot to take it in the morning."
Pei Qinghan took it, swallowed it with warm water, and asked softly: "What ti is it now?"
"Four in the afternoon."
Pei Qinghan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Let’s go, what must be faced, must always be faced; avoiding it won’t solve the problem."
Fu Bai lowered his gaze, walked over to tidy up the docunts on the table, and saw a familiar na on the top layer, frowning slightly.
Brother Han still cannot forget her.
Yes, how can one forget so easily? So people, once loved, it’s for a lifeti.
That woman has already beco soone else’s fiancée.
Brother Han is always concerned about her every move, even what she eats every day, what ti she sleeps, who she interacts with, and what she says; he wants to know everything in detail. What’s the point? It only exacerbates the pain.
Sotis he resents that woman, why did she have to appear, Brother Han’s relationship ten years ago with her was not deep, yet why love her so intensely?
He has never loved anyone, so he doesn’t understand, just feels that Brother Han lives too bitterly, longing for a woman who doesn’t belong to him, what is this but self-torture?
He doesn’t know, between the two, it was not rely such a simple encounter in this lifeti; this love has seeped into the marrow, etched into the bones and blood; even without mory, at the first glance of eting, history will still replay.
Actually, he understands, Brother Han does not wish to return, yet for that woman, he still returned resolutely, stepping into a place he most despises, just to be closer to her, so that when she is bullied, he can protect her, even if she does not belong to him, he will remain without regret.
How can there be such a foolish man in this world?
As he went out, Lin Hao arrived, several district stewards wanted to see Brother Han, delaying until six o’clock when going out, the sky was late, street lamps gradually lit up on the streets.
The car stopped in front of the Pei Family gate, Pei Qinghan stood at the entrance, looking at the villa in front, his eyes deep.
"Stay here and wait for ."
Pei Qinghan said indifferently, stepping inside.
The courtyard was filled with servants, seemingly welcoming their young master back; everyone’s eyes were amazed and scrutinized; so this is what the legendary young master looks like—handso, graceful, warm like jade.
The maidservants couldn’t hide the infatuated look in their eyes.
The butler pushed out a skinny old man, with a face full of terminal illness hue, his cloudy eyes streaked with old tears, extending his withered yellow hand as if summoning sothing, his lips moving, so excited that it’s indistinguishable what he is saying.
He said: "My son..."
Pei Ying and Pei Xinyi followed out, Pei Ying with a faint smile, this illegitimate son of the eldest brother had wandered outside since little, but fortunately, he grew up well, now a noteworthy figure.
Pei Xinyi watched as the man approached, night rapidly fading away behind him, cold wind rushing, but the man’s face was like warm jade, emitting a gentle glow.
A noble gentleman, like cutting and polishing, honing and refining.
So this man is the uncle’s illegitimate son? His features vaguely resemble the uncle’s, yet warr and more elegant, with an inexplicable aura that instills awe silently.
Rembering Pei Qinghe, a gloom flashed in her eyes, and her mouth curled into a mocking smile; two sons, one heaven, one earth.
Pei Yu nearly fell out of the wheelchair, caught quickly by the butler: "Sir, be careful."
Pei Qinghan stood before Pei Yu, eyes indifferent, "I have returned."
A calm statent, without excitent, without joy, and without the imagined tearful reunion; just as a remark on today’s weather, straightforward, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
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