Thinking of this, she subconsciously looked at Pei Sui's face.

An indescribable feeling of complexity passed through my heart.

She didn't know if it was because she was too timid, but what happened today made her inexplicably want to back out.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell on her face.

She was stunned for a moment, looked up at the raindrops falling from the sky, and her thoughts were washed away in an instant.

But he took a small step back timidly from where he was standing.

It's not a big step, but it's just a small step back.

"It's raining, let's go."

Pei Sui didn't pay any attention to her as the raindrops fell densely.

Just as she was about to step back, he quickly pulled Meng Sheng towards the front yard, forcing her to run forward, leaving her no room to escape.

In fact, Lang Wu behind her was closer to her and more suitable for sheltering from the rain.

Unfortunately, his strength and speed didn't give her the chance to look back.

Pei Sui stopped walking only when he reached a corridor.

He turned around to see if she was wet, met her somewhat dazed eyes, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"without……"

Perhaps it was because of the running, my heart rate increased, and the desire to retreat that had just arisen disappeared unconsciously.

The temperature is slightly lower at night.

A cool breeze blew the dampness in the air over, and she couldn't help shivering as soon as she opened her mouth.

Pei Sui continued to pull her quickly through the corridor, and after passing another moon gate, they arrived at the courtyard where he used to live.

The name of the courtyard is Zhishuiju.

This should be taken from Zhuangzi's "De Chong Fu" which says people should not learn from flowing water but from still water.

It's quite artistic.

The few tall bamboos outside the curved corridor were rustling in the drizzling rain, like a clear piece of music, praising the vigor of early summer.

Crossing this small bamboo forest and arriving at the center of the main courtyard, you will see a hexagonal pavilion made of golden nanmu wood, half of which is immersed in the silver curtain of the lotus pond, and a piece of Taihu stone stacked on the rockery.

After being soaked by rain, it appears to have a dark, gloomy color.

Pei Sui didn't let her watch the scenery outside for too long. He pulled her into the house and used a towel to help her wipe the water droplets off her hair.

Meng Sheng didn't move and let him help wipe it.

The room was so quiet that the sound of rain and his steady breathing filled her ears. Suddenly, a fire started in her heart, burning away all the strangeness that floated on it.

She casually picked up a topic and asked, "Did you hire someone to design all the landscaping for your yard?"

"Um."

Pei Sui responded in a low voice, wiping her hair gently but with a hint of caution.

"Qingheyuan and grandma's yard, as well as my eldest brother and Pei Huan's yard, were designed by my father himself. My yard was designed by a design company."

Pei Sui's father actually didn't have much talent for business, and his only hobby was garden design.

But Grandpa Pei Sui was afraid that no one would inherit such a huge family business, so he forced him to learn a lot of business knowledge and take over the company. Later, he died of illness.

At that time, Pei Yu was still studying abroad and had just passed the Level 1 CFA (Chartered Financial Analyst) exam. Because of this bad news, he had to stop his studies, return to China to deal with the funeral, and then join the company to take charge.

This prevented the Pei Group from falling apart and being eaten away by outsiders. Instead, after years of hard work, it continued to rise.

Let the Pei Group enter its most prosperous period.

Meng Sheng didn't know much about the Pei family's private affairs, but he heard another meaning from his words.

The yards of my parents, grandmother, and my brothers and sisters were all designed by my father, but his was the only one left out.

Just by listening, you can understand how biased this is.

How much Pei Sui was disliked by his parents at that time.

It was as if the whole family had excluded him, preventing him from integrating into this warm and loving family.

All Pei Sui could feel when he was young was favoritism, indifference, and loneliness.

Meng Sheng originally thought that everyone in the family should love him except Cui Xueheng, but in the end, it seemed that only his grandmother and his brothers and sisters did.

There is no fatherly love or motherly love at all.

How absurd?

"Fool, what are you thinking?"

Seeing her expression, Pei Sui deliberately covered her head with a towel and rubbed her cheek.

Meng Sheng put her arms around his waist, threw herself into his arms, and asked softly, "Are you still sad?"

Pei Sui hugged her, put his face against her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "No more."

It’s not that I can’t, but that I won’t be able to do it anymore.

He actually no longer cared about these things.

Because there is no expectation, there is no loss. If there is no loss, how can there be sadness?

Compared to Cui Xueheng's real disgust and rejection of him, his father was actually quite nice to him.

Only without comparison.

For example, his elder brother and Pei Huan.

But Pei Sui was actually very satisfied when he was a child.

At least he would receive a gift on his birthday every year, and he would also receive a gift every time he came back from a business trip. He would also receive guidance on his studies a few times a year.

Meng Sheng didn't ask any more questions. He just hugged him quietly for a while, and finally couldn't help yawning.

She muttered, "I'm sleepy."

Pei Sui chuckled, lowered his head and gently touched her cheek with his lips, "Let's go, get some sleep."

"good."

Pei Sui lay on the bed, and everything he saw was familiar. He had never felt any intimacy or nostalgia for anything like those things before, and now it seemed to be the same.

The only difference is probably the person in his arms.

Listening to her light breathing, he hugged her tighter and closed his eyes.

Meng Sheng slept for about an hour and a half.

When I woke up, it was still about ten minutes before four o'clock.

The sound of rain outside was still falling, and it was very comfortable to lie in bed.

It would have been more pleasant if there hadn't been a very inopportune "gurgling" from my stomach.

Pei Sui didn't laugh at her, but just stared at her for a few seconds.

This lively Meng Sheng is no longer the Meng Sheng who only maintained politeness and distance between him and his friends.

He could feel her brightness and rare cuteness.

He gently pinched her earlobe, got out of bed and walked to a cabinet, dialed a number on the landline above, and said calmly, "Send some food and tea to Zhishuiju."

After he put down the phone, Meng Sheng asked him, "What time does the dinner start tonight?"

"Around six o'clock."

"If you eat now, you won't be able to eat at night."

"That's fine, eat as much as you want. Before we go back tonight, I'll ask the kitchen to pack a few portions so you can eat them when you're hungry later."

"Are all the meals here prepared by grandma's kitchen?"

Pei Sui sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, and nodded. "Well, I lived in my grandmother's yard when I was a child. I moved to this independent yard when I was eight or nine years old. I always ate with my grandmother."

Meng Sheng suddenly realized something. Looking at his stern face, he suddenly changed the subject, "Why did you open your law firm in the south of the city?"