The Golden Arrow Envoy shook his head: "I don’t know either, I only know it’s very far, there’s an endless sea there..."
"Alright, I know. You can go back first."
Wait and see?
——
Pei Qinghan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the familiar ceiling, and couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
Fu Bai pushed the door open and ca in, holding a bowl of dicine. Seeing Pei Qinghan awake, he imdiately smiled and said: "Brother Han, you’re finally awake. The dicine is ready. Quickly drink it while it’s hot."
Although Pei Qinghan’s eyes have had a retina change, there’s ultimately a lingering illness root, along with brain trauma that needs to be slowly treated.
Pei Qinghan’s gaze fell lightly on him, not saying a word, but the invisible aura of authority made the whole room feel pressured.
Fu Bai pursed his lips and lowered his head: "Brother Han, do as you wish regarding punishnt, but even if you give another chance, I wouldn’t regret it."
"Get out." Pei Qinghan looked towards the window, speaking coldly.
"Brother Han..."
"Get out."
"Alright then, I’ll leave the dicine here. Rember to drink it while it’s hot." Fu Bai placed the dicine bowl on the table and turned to leave.
The room fell completely silent.
Pei Qinghan sighed lightly; she said she didn’t want to be a burden to him. When did he ever think of her as a burden?
Yun Ya, why are you so foolish?
At that mont, a commotion was heard outside the door, and Pei Qinghan said lightly: "What’s going on?"
Fu Bai’s voice sounded at the door: "Brother Han, Ning Zihuan is here, insisting on seeing you. Don’t worry, I’ll send him away imdiately."
"Forget it, bring him to the study. I’ll go over now."
"Yes."
Fu Bai glared fiercely at Ning Zihuan, thinking he could act tough here? If it weren’t for Miss Ji, Brother Han could get rid of him with a flick of his finger. What right does he have to make trouble here?
Ning Zihuan shrugged off his coat, walking past Fu Bai with a proud air, heading into the study.
Ning Zihuan glanced around the study’s decor, snorted disdainfully, "What taste is this?"
Sister Ling brought in so tea, and Fu Bai cursed: "Let him thirst."
Sister Ling smiled: "That might be inappropriate...."
She placed the tea on the table in front of Ning Zihuan, thinking this young man was the current head of the Ning Family, always contending with the master. Indeed, he had an impressive aura, except for being a bit gloomy, he looked quite decent.
Ning Zihuan glanced at her, causing Sister Ling’s heart to tremble. She quickly retreated; young as he was, his gaze was truly intimidating.
Ning Zihuan leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip, spitting it out with a "pah."
"What the hell is this tea? Is it even drinkable? Pei Qinghan, if you didn’t welco , fine, but do you have to be so stingy?"
Ning Zihuan heavily placed the teacup down, causing the tea to spill.
"Lushan Cloud Mist sent by Miss Ji. Seems Ning young master isn’t used to such fine tea. Sister Ling, replace it with jasmine tea for Ning young master." Fu Bai sneered.
Look how mighty you are, truly think you’re the lord.
"What did you say? It was sent by Yun Ya? Why didn’t she send it to ?" Ning Zihuan, like a tail-stepped cat, instantly beca angry.
Fu Bai smiled: "Perhaps our Brother Han holds a special place in Miss Ji’s heart, unlike so who don’t even get a sip, haha...."
The relationship between Brother Han and Miss Ji, can you compare? Ridiculous.
Fu Bai never held Ning Zihuan in high regard, if not for Brother Han considering Miss Ji’s dignity, the Ning Family would’ve been wiped out by Brother Han long ago.
"What do you an?" Ning Zihuan squinted his eyes dangerously.
"Ning young master can’t understand human speech? Unfortunately, I don’t have the habit of repeating myself." Fu Bai crossed his arms, a cold smile on his lips.
Ning Zihuan instead laughed: "Lushan Cloud Mist? I don’t even care for it. Yun Ya said a few days ago she’d invite for dinner upon returning. Your master Yun Ya fears avoiding , hahahaha...."
Ning Zihuan was clear, there seed to be so issue between Yun Ya and Pei Qinghan. Although they were familiar, in terms of getting along, it was less natural than with him; he understood it clearly. Although this answer was sowhat hurtful if examined closely, he found satisfaction.
Fu Bai rolled his eyes: "Brainless...."
"Quickly get your master out here. Dilly-dallying, I’m here to discuss business with him." Ning Zihuan said impatiently.
"Ning young master, what brings you here?" Pei Qinghan slowly entered, asking gently.
Ning Zihuan gave him a once-over. His little face was pale, truly evoking a feeling of pity.
"I’m not here to argue with you today. I’m here for Yun Ya; I just want to ask you truthfully, what happened to Yun Ya?" Ning Zihuan’s words were quite calm.
Pei Qinghan sat opposite him, eyes slightly downcast, and spoke lightly: "Sorry, no comnt."
"Hey Pei Qinghan, do you really think I’m afraid of you?" Ning Zihuan slamd the table, standing up: "Will you tell or not?"
Pei Qinghan remained expressionless, his lips pale, "Even if I told you, given your current state, what could you do besides be a hindrance?"
——
"Yun Ya went abroad for further studies, why so suddenly? Without any ntal preparation." Ever since Zhuang Xiyue heard the news, she’s been unable to eat or sleep well.
"What do you think Ah Song is really doing? He’s been gone for months without a word...." Zhuang Xiyue’s face suddenly changed: "Do you think sothing happened to Ah Song? With the nature of his work... that’s a high-risk job... Ah Song...."
Yan Nanmo patted her shoulder, speaking softly: "You’re overthinking, Ah Song is fine."
"Then tell , Ah Song has been gone for so long, why haven’t we heard any news at all? Aren’t you worried about your son?" Zhuang Xiyue complained.
Yan Nanmo said helplessly: "The child is grown now; as parents, we should give him so space."
"I think you just don’t care about your son, always focusing on your career. You might as well not be an official; you don’t even have any private ti...."
"Ah Yue." Yan Nanmo sighed: "What’s bothering you lately? Are you too tired? Once I finish my work here, I’ll take you to Nanshan Mountain for a hot spring bath, to relax."
Zhuang Xiyue threw herself into his arms, "I don’t know what’s wrong. I just have my right eyelid twitching lately, as the old saying goes, left twitching signifies wealth, right twitching signifies disaster. Do you think sothing happened to Ah Song... or Yun Ya... in any case, I just have an uneasy feeling, like sothing bad is about to happen...."
Yan Nanmo held her tight, whispering in her ear: "It’s modern tis now, and you’re still believing in these superstitious things. I think you’re just too tired, stop worrying yourself. Tomorrow I’ll take you to Nanshan Mountain, we’ll have a good relaxation."
"Nanmo, I’m just scared, you know, a woman’s intuition is very accurate." Zhuang Xiyue pursed her lips, "Don’t try to persuade , I know all the logic, but I can’t control my wild thoughts. Tomorrow I’ll go back to my parents, see mom, dad, and brother and his wife, once I’m busy I shouldn’t have ti to overthink."
"Okay, tomorrow I’ll prepare so gifts for your parents. If I finish work early, I’ll go back with you."
Yan Nanmo embraced Zhuang Xiyue, his gaze falling on the bright moon outside the window. From an angle she couldn’t see, the man was full of worried thoughts.
Hopefully, nothing will happen.
"By the way, Nanmo, do you know about elder sister’s divorce?" Zhuang Xiyue suddenly asked.
Yan Nanmo was taken aback: "Elder sister got divorced?"
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