Chapter 254 - 110 Harsh Reality Incompatible Situation_5
Ah Ling left the room and headed straight for the study, knocking lightly on the door.
"Come in."
Pushing the door open, Ah Ling walked in without looking around, and with a head bowed in respect, said, "The young lady has awakened."
"How is the injury?"
"Nothing serious, the doctor advised her to rest well."
Ah Ling couldn’t figure out what Master Pei was thinking. She had been by his side for seven or eight years now. A man like him was bound to have women around, yet Master Pei was an exception, with an incredibly clean private life, no steady girlfriend, and had never brought any woman home. She even suspected that there might be an issue on his part.
Otherwise, why would a young and virile man live a life akin to that of an ascetic monk?
But this girl, she had been personally brought back by Master Pei, who even arranged a doctor to treat her wounds and instructed her to take care of the girl’s diet and daily life. What exactly was the relationship between this woman and Master Pei?
She had stealthily asked Yuesheng, who seemed quite disdainful of the young lady, unwilling to say too much.
It was Xiao Bai who hinted at something, "Master Pei’s lifesaver, a woman who can get a second glance from Master Pei, tsk tsk, quite interesting."
"Mm, take good care of her," he seemed reluctant to say another word.
Ah Ling replied with a yes, then left quickly with her head still lowered.
Pei Qinghan leaned back in his chair, rubbed his brow, and as expected, the vague image of a face flitted through his mind. He closed his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall what she looked like.
He only remembered those bright and resilient eyes, and the colorful butterfly flying farther and farther away...
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Ning Zihuan kicked over a stool, his subordinates stood by his side, trembling and not daring to take a deep breath.
"Third Young Master, a call from Master Ning," Houzi handed over the cellphone.
"Zihuan, I’ve heard about what happened. Don’t feel too pressured. Pei Qinghan is not easy to deal with. You’re young, and there’s plenty of opportunities," Master Ning said.
Ning Zihuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his face was stern and sinister, but the words he spoke were unexpectedly gentle and obedient, a stark contrast that sent a chill down one’s spine.
"I understand, elder sister."
"Hmm, I know you’re a smart kid, but you must remain patient," she added.
Ning Zihuan showed a great deal of patience.
Changing the subject, Ning Zijin then said, "Your uncle will be returning from abroad tomorrow. I have a lot on my plate and can’t leave, so you go pick him up for me. Your uncle has been overseas for ten years, and this time he’s coming back, you must entertain him properly, understand?"
The uncle? Ning Zihuan remembered him, someone with a similar background as his.
He curled his lips slightly, "Okay."
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At the breakfast table that morning, Yun Ya announced something.
"Brother Yan, I’m very grateful for your care these past few days, but today, I must go home."
Yan Ke frowned slightly, "Sister Yun Ya, are you uncomfortable staying with us?"
Yun Ya shook her head with a smile: "If I could stay forever, that would be wonderful, but I have my own home and many things waiting for me to do."
Yan Ke blinked, glancing at Yan Song with his gloomy face and said with a smile, "Wanting to stay forever is easy, just marry into the family, right?" His face gleamed with self-perceived cleverness.
Yun Ya was briefly taken aback before she burst into laughter.
Yan Song put down his chopsticks without saying a word, grabbed his backpack from the back of the chair, and left.
Yun Ya pursed her lips and quickly followed.
With a mischievous look in his eyes, Yan Ke seemed to enjoy the drama.
At the front door, Yun Ya caught the hem of his clothes: "Brother Yan, are you angry with me?"
Yan Song glanced at her, exhaling lightly, "You’re going back to your own home, why would I be angry?"
"When are you leaving?"
Yun Ya hesitated, "This morning."
Yan Song knitted his brows and then suddenly turned to walk back.
Yun Ya jogged to catch up: "Brother Yan, aren’t you going to school?"
Yan Song slowed down to let her catch up, "I’ve taken half a day off, to take you home."
Yun Ya wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but one look at the ’if you dare refuse, I’ll make you regret it’ expression in his eyes, she chose silence.
Yun Ya didn’t have much luggage, just a tote bag, and Yan Song arranged for a Yan Family car to take her.
The journey was silent.
As they neared the Ji Family Manor, Yan Song’s deep voice broke the silence, "If anyone bullies you, bully them back fiercely. And if all else fails, I’ll be there."
Yun Ya smiled, "I’ll remember that, Brother Yan."
Yan Song glanced at her and couldn’t resist ruffling her fluffy hair. Her hair, which had been smooth, was now a mess from his touch. Yun Ya scrunched up her nose, "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"