Xī Měi Yù walked up the stairs, her eyes were quite critical, but the decoration here was still pretty good and very clean.

  The room is tidy and clean. It's all thanks to Song Yuqiao's efforts, but Pei Xiaohuo also lent a hand.

  Song Yuqiao recalled that last night when she was cleaning the room, Pei Hangyu also held a rag in his hand and followed her to wipe the floor, with his butt high up, his face and head covered with foam, and couldn't help but laugh.

  Because. Pei Si Cheng told Pei Huang Yu: Qiao Qiao's mom is coming.

  Bai Huanyu's little friend's eyes lit up, and he wondered if Qiaoqiao's mom was also as beautiful as Qiaoqiao. Would Qiaoqiao's mom like her just like Qiaoqiao did?

  However, early this morning, Pei Hangyu was taken to his grandmother's house again because he is a little drag oil bottle and needs to be hidden.

  Bae Ho-young looked at his father with a gaze full of resentment and worry.

  In the morning, Pei Si called Lei Bei to take the little guy away. Pei Hangyu was still in Song Yuqiao's arms and didn't let go for a long time. He then asked pitifully, "When can I come back?"

  Song Yuqiao held Pei Hangyu in her arms, "Mmm, tomorrow we'll go pick up Little Huo."

  Pei Hangyu carried his big backpack and followed Li Bei onto the bus, but he kept looking back at Song Yuqiao three times. However, he was very well-behaved and didn't throw a tantrum about wanting to stay behind.

  In fact, Pei Hangyu would never stick to adults at a sensible age because of Pei Si Cheng's laissez-faire policy, which made the little guy very sensible, especially towards Song Yuqiao.

  Bae Ho-yong has always disliked the women who cling to his father, but he especially likes Song Yu-jo. When his grandmother asked him why he liked her, he didn't even know himself.

  Maybe it's really blood ties after all.

  Song Yuqiao thought about the small figure, feeling heartache. He only hoped that this side would quickly tell his mother the truth and go to the Pei family's large courtyard to bring Xiao Huo back.

  Xī Měi Yù walked to the staircase entrance, turned around and saw Sòng Yú Qiáo standing in the middle of the stairs, lost in thought. "Daydreaming again?"

  Song Yuqiao finally came back to her senses and helped carry a bag of clothes for her mother, smiling slightly, "I was out of breath."

  Xīměi yù looked at the rooms upstairs and then picked one, asking: "Which room are you sleeping in?"

  Song Yuqiao was lucky to have a slow mouth, and didn't say that Pei Shichen was in the same room as him. He casually pointed to the room next to Pei Shichen's master bedroom. "Here."

  Xī Měi Yù gave a meaningful glance at Sòng Yú Qiáo: "Mm, come in and help me tidy up."

  The room was originally very tidy, and Song Yuqiao just took out the things in her mother's suitcase and put them away neatly.

  After washing her hands in the bathroom, Song Yuqiao saw her mother lying on the bed with her eyes closed, resting. Having just returned from abroad, she needed to adjust to the time difference and would be very tired. So Song Yuqiao didn't say anything, quietly closed the bathroom door, and tiptoed towards the entrance.

  A low, gentle cough sounded from behind her, and Song Yuqiao's hand grasping the door handle didn't dare to move. She turned her head to see that her mother had only turned around, facing the window, and she finally put her mind at ease, let out a long sigh, walked out of the room, and quickly ran downstairs.

  In the room, Xi Mei Yu's eyes stared at the sky outside that was slowly sinking down, and the light in her eyes grew deeper.

  Unexpectedly, after more than five years, I fell in love again.

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao slipped down from the upstairs and entered the kitchen, where she saw Pei Si Cheng wearing her usual pale yellow apron while standing in front of the cooking table, stirring eggs and flour with slightly slow movements, his eyes occasionally glancing at the phone beside the cooking table.

  "Hmph."

  Song Yuqiao couldn't help but laugh out loud, Pei Sicheng turned his head to look at her, she was already laughing so hard that she was bent over, and reached out to wipe away the flour from the corner of Pei Sicheng's mouth.

  "Where's your mom?" Peisong Cheng asked as he helped Song Yuqiao up and leaned her against the cooking counter behind him.

  "Sleep, need to reverse the time difference," Song Yuqiao turned around and took out vegetables and tomatoes from the refrigerator, putting them into the sink, "You go wash the vegetables."

  She naturally took the whisk from Pei's hand, "I'll take this."

  Because Song Yuqiao was afraid that her mother would wake up and come over at any time, she knew that if she helped Pei Si Cheng, she would definitely be unhappy again. So she acted very quickly, in less than ten minutes, the noodles were already done, the vegetables and tomatoes were all chopped, and the water in the pot was boiling.

  "Alright, cook for another two minutes and don't forget to add salt," Song Yuqiao said. "Anyway, my mom said not to put in scallions, ginger, garlic, or soy sauce. If I were the one cooking, it would only be like this. Whether it's delicious or not is up to her to decide, I'm going upstairs first."

  Song Yuqiao had just finished speaking and wanted to turn around, but was pulled back by Pei Si Cheng from behind and brought into his arms.

  "Hey, my mom is still up there."

  Song Yuqiao directly held up both arms in front of her chest, and a pair of eyes stared roundly.

  It wasn't clear if it was Song Yuqiao's illusion, or perhaps the lighting in the kitchen, but she felt that Pei Sicheng's facial features were particularly deep and rugged, with his eye sockets seeming to be even deeper, and his slightly disheveled hair casting a shadow on his cheek. His face didn't have any expression, yet Song Yuqiao could clearly see her own reflection in his pupils, a small version of herself.

  A flash of lightning-like thought flashed through Song Yuqiao's mind, from the left temple to the right temple, aching like a needle prick. Suddenly, he felt that Pei Si Cheng's eyes seemed familiar.

  "Got a headache?" Peis asked.

  Song Yuqiao closed her eyes for a moment, feeling much better. She opened them again and smiled, "It's okay, it just hurt for a second. The water is about to overflow, quickly watch the pot!"

  The noodles are done, and I've cooked three bowls' worth. Xi Mei Yu ate one bowl and said, "Not bad, it tastes quite like what Yu Qiao makes."

  “……”

  Song Yuqiao smiled and two dimples appeared on her cheeks: "Yes, Pei Si Cheng has received my true transmission, I taught him personally."

  Actually, Song Yuqiao felt that her mother was very clear in her heart, but she just didn't say it out loud, so the dinner was also eaten peacefully.

  After dinner, Xi Mei Yu took out a paper towel to wipe her mouth and said, "Do you have time tomorrow to accompany me to go shopping on the street and buy some things?"

  I have...

  Song Yuqiao hadn't even finished his sentence when Xi Mei Yu interrupted him.

  "I'm asking my future son-in-law, not you."

  "I have time."

  "I have time too! Mom, I'll accompany you shopping with Pei Si." Song Yuqiao added the sentence she hadn't finished saying just now.

  Xī Měi Yù looked at Sòng Yú Qiáo: "Didn't you say you still have to go to work now? September is the start of junior year, do you need to pick up some freshman and sophomore courses again? You have this time, it's better to do something more meaningful."

  Song Yuqiao pursed her lips and didn't refute it either.

  Although she also knew that university courses were not tight, but she still had expectations for returning to the ivory tower.

  That night, under Xi Mei Yu's supervision, Song Yu Qiao and Pei Si Cheng naturally slept in separate rooms.

  Song Yuqiao accompanied her mother in the room and talked for a while. Xi Mei Yu asked about some situations between Song Yuqiao and Ye Zenan, as well as the time of their divorce, which Song Yuqiao answered one by one.

  "When did you and Pei Sheng start?"

  "It was two months ago."

  Song Yuqiao didn't know the exact time when it started, maybe three months ago, from Pei Sicheng's repeated approaches, or from her inexplicable heart palpitations, or from the first time she willingly gave him her complete self.

  It's simply impossible to put into words, there is no clear boundary, she only knows that she has already embarked on this path under Pei Si Cheng's lead, a path where Pei Si Cheng must be by her side.

  Xī Měi yù ròu le ròu méi xīn, shuō: "Nǐ qù bǎ Pèi Sī Chéng jiào lái, wǒ yǒu huà shuō."

  Translation:

  Xi Mei rubbed her brow and said, "Go get Pei Si Cheng, I have something to say."

  Song Yuqiao's heart skipped a beat, and he went to the master bedroom to tell Pei Si Cheng: "If my mom says anything unpleasant, don't take it to heart. She's just a typical sharp-tongued but soft-hearted person."

  Pei Si Cheng had just come out of the bath, his body still misty with water vapor, and his fingers brushed against Song Yu Qiao's face, leaving a smooth touch.

  "Uh-huh."

  However, Song Yuqiao was still worried and followed Pei Si Cheng into his mother's room.

  Xī Měi Yù said: "I just told my future son-in-law two sentences, 'You go out and sleep well'."

  Xī Měi Yù's tone didn't allow for debate, Sòng Yú Qiáo knew her mother's temperament, and even if she said more it wouldn't be of any use, so she simply shrugged her shoulders and turned around.

  Song Yuqiao turned and left, Pei Cheng grasped her hand from behind, his thumb rubbing against the back of her hand twice, indicating that it was nothing, no need to worry.

  Song Yu nodded and closed the door when he went out.

  Xī Měi Yù looked at her daughter leaving the door, then raised her hand to let Pei Si Cheng sit down, "No need to stand up, not like Japanese people, making so many empty courtesies."

  Pei Si gave a faint smile and politely called out "Auntie".

  Xī Měi Yù leaned against the headboard, "I called you over just to tell you that I don't agree with this thing between you and Yu Qiáo. Don't even think about sneaking out to get a marriage certificate, the household registration book is here with me."

  "Uh-huh."

  "You should know why I disagree, right?" Xi Mei Yu raised her head to look at Pei Si Cheng who was still standing in the same spot. "Song Yu Qiao doesn't remember things from five years ago, but you do."

  Pei Si's eyes were very deep as he looked at Xi Mei Yu, his back still straight.

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao was in Pei Cheng's room, packing up some things she often used, which needed to be moved to another room.

  She deliberately dragged on for a long time before waiting for Pei Su Zhen to return from her mother's room.

  "What did my mom say to you?"

  Pei Si Cheng Wei smiled slightly and said, "Nothing."

  "Really nothing? I feel like you're not happy?" Song Yuqiao furrowed her brow, looking up at Pei Si Cheng's expression, but seemingly couldn't see anything because Pei Si Cheng hid it too deeply. She always couldn't see through those deep and mysterious eyes.

  "Or else, why don't you go ask your mom?"

  "Alright," Song Yuqiao heard this and really stood up, "I'll go ask her."

  But just as she stood up, Pei Si Cheng pulled her into his arms and held her close.

  Song Yuqiao moved slightly, and Pei Si Cheng held her even tighter in his arms, his arms tightening around her waist.

  Song Yuqiao felt that Pei Shichen was a bit off tonight, perhaps since he had learned that his mother was returning from Canada, something had been off.

  She turned her head, wanting to see the expression on Pei's face, but Pei suddenly buried his face in her shoulder, his lips against her collarbone, saying: "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

  Song Yuqiao raised his arm and wrapped it around Pei Sicheng's sturdy waist, with the palm of his hand rubbing against Pei Sicheng's back.

  For some reason, at this moment, Song Yuqiao suddenly realized that the fearless Pei Si Cheng had suddenly become like a child, just like Pei Huan Yu who sat on the train to Lianbei with red eyes in the morning, making people's hearts ache.

  But soon Song Yuqiao realized it was her misconception.

  Because she felt Pei Si Cheng's tongue tip tracing her collarbone, when she raised her eyes, they were already a deep and quiet pool.

  "Hey, I'm going to sleep in the next room today." Song Yuqiao pushed away Pei Si Cheng with both hands.

  "I know," Pei Ci took Song Yuqiao's hand, his fingers rubbing against her plump fingertips, leaning in, looking at Song Yuqiao with dark eyes, "Yuqiao, my birthday this October, I'll be thirty-two."

  I remember.

  Song Yuqiao nodded very seriously, waiting for Pei Sicheng's next words, but Pei Sicheng didn't speak again. Nowadays, he always spoke like this, halfway through his sentence. She simply took back her hand from Pei Sicheng's and picked up a quilt on the bed, "Then I'll go to sleep."

  "Uh-huh."

  Pei Si Cheng watched as Song Yu Qiao walked out of the room door with a quilt in her arms, and he closed his eyes deeply. He raised his hand to rub his brow, pinched it twice, opened the drawer on his bedside table, and took out a lighter to light a cigarette. However, he couldn't find the lighter. With some force, he slammed the drawer shut, and the cigarette in his hand was already bent and had fallen to the ground.

  Pei Si has always been calm and composed, his demeanor is not something that can be achieved overnight, but rather like the gradual settling of sand in a vast ocean.

  But this time, he was really somewhat anxious and flustered.

  Pei Si extinguished a cigarette, directly took off his pajamas and threw them on the bed, then entered the bathroom, took a cold shower, walked out of the bathroom with water droplets still dripping from his hair, while on the bed, there was an additional figure.

  Song Yuqiao wrapped himself in a summer quilt, his pale arms exposed outside, a pair of shiny black eyes staring at him, leaving enough space for him to lie down beside him, patted the spot with his hand and smiled, inviting Pei Si Cheng to come over: "Come here, I'll keep you company while you sleep."

  Song Yuqiao could tell that Pei Si Cheng was in a bad mood tonight, probably because of his mother's reason. However, she didn't expect her mother to be so opposed either.

  So in the past you held me while I slept, today it's my turn to hold you while you sleep.

  Pae Se-hee was still chilled from his cold shower, and when he pulled back the covers and pressed his skin against Song Yu-kyo's, she shivered, but only held him tighter, her soft body clinging to his hard chest.

  Pais leaned down to kiss her, his lips were icy cold, and the tips of his fingers were also icy cold, wandering on her fiery body, bringing a strange yet familiar tremble, but it was easy to tease each other's sensitive spots.

  Song Yuqiao had already started to breathe heavily, suppressing her gasps, afraid that her mother in the next room would hear her. She knew very well that if she went back to Pei Shichen's room with the quilt, it would definitely happen again, but she still came back.

  If Pei Shichen is a straight and tall tree, then now Song Yuqiao is a soft vine that wraps around the tree, only to entwine tighter.

  Pais's gentle and dense kisses fell on Song Yuqiao's lips, chin, down to her neck, collarbone, and then to her chest, his hands lifted her waist.

  This was the only time Song Yuqiao took the initiative, almost surrendering, but didn't dare to relax his legs easily.

  Pei Si stroked her waist and whispered in her ear: "Ruo Jiao, relax a bit, let me come in."

  Song Yuqiao felt like he was about to explode from being suppressed, as if there were flames burning inside him, a scorching sensation of self-immolation.

  Pei Si gently brushed away the strands of hair that were stuck to Song Yuqiao's forehead, dampened by sweat. "Yuqiao, I'm thirty-two this year, as I just told you. Yes, I'm eight years older than you, and I've experienced more things. But I also know that it's easy to fall in love but hard to stay together. I'm looking for someone who makes me feel breathless, someone I want to hold close and love with all my might, someone who can effortlessly stir up my emotions. Do you know who that person is?"

  Pais Cheng's voice was husky with the darkness of the night, sexy and enchanting. The bedside lamp cast a soft glow, almost as gentle as a spring breeze.

  At this time, it was not Song Yuqiao who was teasing Bai Si Cheng, but rather Bai Si Cheng who was teasing her.

  I.

  She twisted in distress, a word escaping her lips with a moan, already costing her a great deal of effort.

  Pei Si chuckled softly and took advantage of Song Yuqiao's relaxed state, standing up straight and saying, "Yuqiao, I'm telling you, you won't leave me, never will."

  Song Yuqiao felt a scorching sensation of fullness inside, his teeth clenched suddenly, and he nodded randomly: "I won't, I won't leave you, I won't!"

  It was the first time she felt that Pei Sheng also had no sense of security.

  If it gives him a sense of security, she is willing to say it a few more times.

  ………………

  Pei Yuling is annoyed by her son's indifferent attitude towards her. Although he had a bad relationship with Song Yuqiao in the past, he would still come back to stay at the Ye family home from time to time. However, since Song Yuqiao moved out and they got divorced, he has never come back to live at home again, even though she knows he has a place to stay outside.

  But in her mother's heart, she couldn't help but feel a knot of unhappiness.

  In the evening, Pei Yuling called Qiao Mo to come home for dinner and also made several calls to Ye Zenan to urge him.

  Qiao Mo sat on one side, seeing Pei Yuling so anxious, and comforted her: "Auntie, you don't have to be in such a hurry, Ye will probably be very busy, there are some tricky things at the company recently, he should come after handling them."

  This point, Pei Yuling is also clear that she also has people in the Ye Group Corporation, and naturally there are people who inform her that during this period of time, several large orders were already about to be finalized with cooperative partners, but were unexpectedly snatched away by others, and the quoted prices given out were less than one percentage point lower than those of the Ye Group.

  This situation is not only Ye Zenan, but also Pei Yuling feels very tricky. A big company loses an order, which is a problem of several million.

  In the end, Ye Zenan still didn't come back tonight.

  Pei Yuling looked at Qiao Mo with a rather embarrassed smile, "Sorry about this, I asked you to come over, originally I said Ze Nan could come over for dinner, but...".

  Qiao Mo waved his hand, "Company matters are important."

  However, Pei Yuling still had the nanny prepare a big table of delicious dishes.

  While going to the bathroom to wash her hands, Qiao Mo called Qi Kun with a questioning tone: "What exactly did you do in between?"

  Qiu Kun said: "It's just a small loss, don't worry, when the time comes, I will take the initiative to invest and make up for it. You only need to take good care of your pregnancy now, and don't think about other things. As long as you do what I say, don't worry, Ye Zenan will listen to you."

  Now, what Qiao Mo needs is for Ye Zenan to listen to her.

  Even if it's tied up, Ye Zhenan's heart must be tied to his own body.

  ………………

  While Qiao Mo was at Ye's house having dinner with Pei Yuling, Ye Zenan went to the bar.

  It's been a long time since I've been to such a place of wine and song, and as soon as I entered, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume hit my nose.

  Ye Zenan was still wearing his white daytime suit and shirt, which completely clashed with the nightlife here. As soon as he entered, he attracted a lot of attention.

  He walked straight to the bar and asked the bartender for a glass of liquor, the kind he wouldn't normally touch.

  As soon as he sat down, a woman came over to chat him up. Ye Zenan ignored her and shook off the hand she had placed on his shoulder, letting her talk nonsense for a while before muttering under her breath and leaving.

  Ye Zenan doesn't care.

  Now, nothing matters to Ye Zenan anymore.

  He didn't know why he came here either, remembering that in the past when Song Yuqiao was by his side, he liked bars the most, and his private life was a mess, just wanting to let Song Yuqiao see it, just wanting to make Song Yuqiao feel uncomfortable.

  Now, every time Ye Zhenan thinks of that period, he feels unbearable heartache, as if the best times were all used to hurt each other.

  Ye Zenan poured another cup of strong liquor, and suddenly a wave of turbulent flames rose in his heart. His hand holding the wine glass began to shake violently, making it hard for him to control. Inside, he felt like millions of ants were biting and tearing at him, causing both pain and itching. He was on the verge of suffocating. The feeling was identical to what he had experienced in Ye's office before, but this time it seemed even more intense, each episode stronger than the last.

  The wine glass in his hand turned over on the table, and the red wine soaked through his shirt. He leaned forward on the table, panting heavily, his fists clenched, and the veins on both temples bulged.

  This feeling...

  I'm about to explode with anger.

  I went to the hospital for a full-body examination two days ago. The results of the physical examination were supposed to come out today, but I still haven't received them yet. Maybe they'll arrive tomorrow.

  Is it really a heart problem?

  Ye Zenan's current behavior was interrupted by a young man walking over with a small bottle, "Hey, I have top-notch goods here, do you want some?"

  Ye Zenan's eyes were now both red, and he turned around to stare at this person, who was startled.

  "You're hooked, aren't you?" The man pulled out a packet of white powder from his pocket and gestured with his fingers, "You've been at it for quite some time now, or else the craving wouldn't be this strong. If you can keep buying from me long-term, I can give you a 20% discount."

  Ye Zenan's mind was buzzing and his reaction was much slower, but after he came to, he gritted his teeth and still understood.

  The population is talking about drugs, addiction, and poison.

  Ye Zenan pushed the person in front of him away with one hand, his eyes blazing red, almost using all his strength, "Get out! I've never touched those things!"

  This guy was caught off guard and stumbled, "Damn it, are you sick or something? You've already smoked some and still say you won't touch it? Maybe you're addicted now?"

  Ye Zenan just pushed the person next to him away, his whole body was already on the verge of collapse, he swept his hand and knocked the glass wine cup on the bar to the ground, instantly shattering into pieces.

  He can't take it anymore, with many eyes fixed on him, he feels a complete blank in his mind, not the kind of absolute blankness, but a dark hole in the white fog, really a feeling of being on the verge of death.

  Are you going to die?

  No.

  No matter how fearless a person is, when facing death, they will be afraid, especially the process of waiting for death.

  Ye Zenan seemed to have suddenly gone mad, directly snatching a small package of white powder from the person in front of him and pouring it into his mouth.

  The sky and earth suddenly became completely dark.

  Ye Zenan had never felt such joy before.

  It was as if on a cold winter day, in the vast snowy wilderness, Ye Zenan ran wildly, the biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes, slapping his face, stinging his skin.

  Suddenly, a voice came from afar, wrapped in snowflakes, and entered his eardrum, suppressing the unbearable stinging sensation and suffocating feeling.

  "Anan! I'm over here! Come quickly!"

  This is the most pleasant sound he has ever heard in his life.

  ………………

  This morning, the top trending Weibo post was a video of Huazhen and Pei Ying getting into a physical altercation at a cold drink store.

  It was originally just a passerby who took a photo and casually posted it online, but after some jokesters forwarded it and even added a brief introduction to Hu Ge and Bai Ying's backgrounds, the effect was predictable.

  Song Yuqiao and his mother were eating at the dinner table when he scrolled to this Weibo post on his phone, almost spitting out the milk in his mouth.

  Xī Měi Yù looked at Sòng Yú Qiáo and asked, "What's wrong?"

  Song Yuqiao hastily shook his head, "Nothing."

  Looking from the small restaurant into the house, you can see Pei Shichen standing on the small balcony, making a phone call, with one hand in his pocket, looking particularly mature and elegant.

  Xī Měi Yù glanced at Sòng Yú Qiáo, then followed his gaze to look at the person on the balcony making a phone call. She slowly and calmly put down the fruit and vegetable salad that was an essential part of her breakfast, and seemingly carelessly asked: "Is this house infested with mice? They were squeaking all night, I didn't sleep well."

  Song Yuqiao's smile on his face was a bit strange.

  It's time to change the bed, not exterminate the mouse.