"Xingxing, could you wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth? Being so discourteous in front of guests, it’s lucky that the elder sister-in-law isn’t here, or she’d surely say sothing to you." Yun Ya couldn’t bear it any longer and voiced this out.
Yan Xing quickly reacted, wiped her mouth, and let out a silly giggle.
"Mr. Pei, forgive us for this embarrassing situation," Yun Ya slowly said.
Pei Qinghan smiled, his gaze lingered on her for just a mont before shifting to the flower pot behind her. "It’s fine; she’s a very cute girl."
Yan Xing was almost overwheld with excitent. Did the male god really say she was cute? Oh my gosh...
Pei Qinghan really wanted to talk to her, just hearing her voice would make him content. Pei Ying had invited him, and even though he disliked it, he ca without hesitation just to catch a glimpse of her.
But at this mont, seeing her struggle carefully within this mansion, he regretted it.
He couldn’t help her, nor could he cause her more trouble. In the end, he was still selfish.
But soon, that regret transford into heartache. She should be soaring free like a seabird, but she remained entangled in mansion intrigues all day, constantly wary of people’s hearts, strategizing exhaustively, living so wearily, but for what?
Then, that heartache turned into deep lancholy. She willingly clipped her wings for that person, hiding her brilliance to beco an ordinary woman, doing things she despised most, and because he wasn’t Yan Song, it pained him.
All these complex emotions were deeply pressed down by those amber eyes, ultimately ground into a long, lingering sigh at the tip of his lips.
Yan Xing, not knowing why, suddenly sensed a whiff of sadness in the air. She furrowed her brows, looking at the man in front of her. At this mont, he was still smiling, yet suddenly seed so lonely and lancholic, making her nose sting a bit.
The two shared a single sentence, followed by an overly long silence. Eventually, Pei Qinghan, seemingly searching for words to say, spoke, "Miss Ji, congratulations."
Congratulations on her engagent.
Yun Ya was montarily stunned, then sincerely smiled, "Thank you."
Imdiately after, silence fell once more.
Pei Qinghan stood up, "I have sothing to attend to, so I’ll take my leave. Please pass on my regards to Aunt, and tell her I’ll visit again so other day."
With those words, he got up and left.
The slender figure, like pines and cedars glistening with dew, gradually moved further away under the bright sunlight.
Yan Xing chased after him, sighing, "Seeing him, I am reminded of that saying: ’A man as jade on the roadside, unparalleled in the world.’ He truly is the best interpretation of those words."
Yun Ya thought to herself, young girls are always attracted to appearances, unable to see the edge hidden beneath the gentle exterior. Pei Qinghan was never a simple person; he could kill without batting an eye, but those masks worn for so long beco second nature.
In this world, everyone wears a mask; it’s a matter of who can deceive more convincingly.
Yun Ya glanced at the sun, lifting her hand to shade her eyes. The sunlight traveled through the darkness to reach here, and he pulled her out of the darkness, yet he wasn’t her sunshine; she could only say sorry in her heart.
She appreciated him but couldn’t give him her heart.
Yun Ya didn’t want to think further, stepping down the stairs.
Not far off, Pei Xinyi whispered, "Even though we haven’t found anything for now, I always feel like there’s so undercurrent between them."
Pei Ying, rolling the prayer beads in hand, wore an expressionless face, "Won’s intuition is often accurate, even though there might not be any scientific reasoning."
Pei Xinyi raised her eyebrows, "I’ll have soone investigate, surely we’ll find so clue."
"No need, so people want to cover their tracks; you won’t find anything." With those words, she turned and left. "This nephew is not simple, uncontrollable by , but if he has a weakness that I can grasp, even a Daluo Golden Immortal would have to bow down."
Pei Xinyi curved her lips into a smile, "Mom is still the smartest."
"Lao Qi should stay away from him in the future; this person is even harder to control than Pei Qinghan. I underestimated him before."
Pei Xinyi lowered her head in silence.
Pei Ying glanced at her sideways, curling lips into a cold sneer, "So people are just cheap."
The hand under Pei Xinyi’s sleeve clenched into a tight fist, her cheeks burning with sha.
"Is Lao Si really going to divorce you?" Pei Ying’s voice was conspicuously disdainful, "I know this son of mine; he stubbornly married you against all opposition back then. Now, if he truly wants a divorce, there would be no room for reconciliation unless you’re pregnant now. He’s a very responsible person."
Pei Xinyi’s eyes lit up, and then she looked at that woman with a complex gaze; this woman was terrifying, to think she could so heartlessly manipulate even her own son for her own desires...
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