CHAPTER 1228: CHAPTER 242: THE NOBLEMAN, POLISHED LIKE JADE (PART 5)

Pei Yu said nothing.

The Butler shook his head.

Pei Ying pressed her lips together, took off her coat, Pei Xinyi caught it effortlessly. Pei Ying walked over and said, "Maybe something came up, you know his status, always so busy. We have to understand."

"Hmm." Pei Yu replied faintly, turning to glance at her, "How is the family?"

Pei Ying laughed, "All the same, Xiao Qi is about to get married, preparing for his wedding these days. It’s busy, that’s for sure. Soon we won’t be able to go out casually anymore; that’s why I took this chance to come and see, also wanted to see this nephew."

Pei Yu’s gaze flickered, Yan Qi... it’s Yingzi’s eternal pain. Facing the woman’s weathered visage, his eyes were filled with empathy, "Yingzi, all these years, you have suffered."

Pei Ying grasped his hand, her smile peaceful, "What’s suffering? We’re all just living."

The more she said this, the more pain Pei Yu felt, as if he couldn’t provide the life his sister wanted.

Pei Xinyi arrived in the kitchen, and skillfully made a bowl of lotus seed porridge, passing it into Pei Ying’s hands.

Pei Ying glanced at her faintly as she accepted it, Pei Xinyi silently stepped back.

At six in the afternoon, the sky gradually darkened, the lights around the villa illuminated, and two brand-new lanterns lit up at the entrance, signifying a welcome home.

Seven o’clock...

Pei Yu sighed deeply, his frail hands clutching the wheelchair’s armrest, "Take me back."

The Butler, heart aching, spoke softly, "Sir...."

Pei Ying glanced at the window, her brows lightly knitted, wondering what exactly Qinghan was up to?

At that moment, the sound of a car’s horn came from outside the gate.

Pei Qinghan had gotten off a plane earlier, the man tall and handsome, his demeanor graceful and refined, captivating wherever he went.

"Hi, sir, can I have your contact information?" A seductive woman blocked the man’s path, her eyes alluring like silk.

The man carried an unnoticeable aura of regality, as if a king ruling the world, yet entirely hidden behind his gentle facade.

The woman’s heart pounded rapidly.

The man didn’t spare her a glance, stepping past her with long strides, leaving swiftly.

The woman raised her brows slightly, chasing out of the airport, witnessing the man bending and entering a business car, understated yet luxurious, perfectly matching his aura.

The car drove away swiftly.

The woman aimed her phone at the license plate, taking a photo, confident that in the Capital City, it would be impossible not to trace him.

The woman had a satisfied smirk, as if she already held victory.

A Rolls-Royce stopped nearby, "Miss."

The driver opened the car door, the woman raised her eyebrows, exuding nobility and pride, bending to sit inside.

"Brother Han, should we go to the hotel or the Pei Family first? After flying all night, maybe you should rest first?" Fu Bai asked tentatively.

Pei Qinghan’s eyes closed slightly, responding softly, "To the hotel."

Fu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, instructing the driver, "To the hotel."

"Brother Lin knows you’re coming, he’s been waiting since this morning, he even arranged the hotel. Shall we meet him?"

"Hmm."

The Han Yi Gang’s base is in Jiangzhou, with members spread nationwide. They’ve laid out networks in several key cities across the country and have now developed into a major gang in each province and city. While usually low-key, rarely causing trouble, their name remains well-known. When forces across the country unite, it’ll be an extremely formidable scenario.

Lin Hao manages the Capital City, being the national political, economic, and cultural center, one can imagine the value of this region. Over the years, Lin Hao has worked diligently with his crew, conducting affairs quietly; everyone has heard his name but doesn’t know he’s actually part of the Han Yi Gang.

Pei Qinghan finished showering and emerged to find someone standing in the living room, a man in his thirties, not very tall but quite thin, with a scar about an inch long crossing his brow and eye, adding a touch of chill to his demeanor.

Upon seeing the man emerge, he lowered his gaze respectfully, within view are the man’s toes wearing slippers, even a man’s feet could be so white.

"Brother Han, you’re finally here." The tone held a hint of excitement, recalling years ago executing Brother Han’s orders, lying low in the Capital City, silently developing and arranging, realizing Brother Han foresaw it all along, he would finally come to develop in the Capital City. Yet the city’s forces are intertwined, aiming for advancement becomes exceedingly difficult. But he has unconditional faith in this man; he believes with him, they could carve out a path in the Capital City and rewrite its dynamics.

"All these years, how have you been?" Pei Qinghan asked, wiping his damp hair as he walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression indifferent.