CHAPTER 1229: CHAPTER 242: THE NOBLEMAN, POLISHED LIKE JADE (PART 6)

"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 document on the Glazed Terrace and then took out a leather pouch.

"This is the matter you instructed me 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 came from the door.

Pei Qinghan’s voice was somewhat hoarse, "Come in."

Fu Bai pushed the door open, carrying a cup of warm water and handing over the pills: "Brother Han, it’s time to take your medicine; you forgot to take it in the morning."

Pei Qinghan took it, swallowed it with warm water, and asked softly: "What time 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 documents on the table, and saw a familiar name on the top layer, frowning slightly.

Brother Han still cannot forget her.

Yes, how can one forget so easily? Some people, once loved, it’s for a lifetime.

That woman has already become someone else’s fiancée.

Brother Han is always concerned about her every move, even what she eats every day, what time 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.

Sometimes 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 merely such a simple encounter in this lifetime; this love has seeped into the marrow, etched into the bones and blood; even without memory, at the first glance of meeting, 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 me."

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—handsome, 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 something, 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 warmer and more elegant, with an inexplicable aura that instills awe silently.

Remembering 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 statement, without excitement, without joy, and without the imagined tearful reunion; just as a remark on today’s weather, straightforward, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.