Chapter 61

Xie Jingzhou's promise was true; he didn't tell Shan Li about what happened the night before. So the next day, the man, still dressed in a suit and tie as usual, waited in the car, as if Xiang Mingqi's life was in danger and had nothing to do with him.

When it came to work matters, Pei Huai would answer whatever he could. He sat to the left of his new boss and looked out the window.

The curve of his back beneath the padded shoulders of his suit was broad and natural. The lapel perfectly complemented his deeply defined neck, and his shoulders needed no modification. He was thin and tall, so tall that when he lifted his hair, the cord-like muscle on the side of his neck stood out.

"You don't look well." Shan Li closed the book beside his legs and looked at him over his shoulder, "Didn't you get enough rest?" His hand also covered the back of the other's hand.

Pei Huai raised his arm to block, but his fingertips were firmly grasped. The arm tucked under his tailored suit hooked from behind his shoulder and hugged him close, forehead to forehead.

"...Don't rush to refuse." Shan Li pulled him into his arms and leaned in close to the long eyelashes. "You came back very late last night and changed your clothes. Mr. Pei, where did you go?"

The eyelashes fluttered upward, allowing Shan Li to see the deep eyes staring back at him, filled with bottomless silence. He was hooked by the icy indifference in those eyes, and his heart itched violently.

"I'm not forcing you to answer." Realizing that the other party didn't resist too much, Shan Li's heart seemed to relax for a moment, "But I hope that the trust between us is mutual."

Pei Huai hooked his finger over the tie in front of him and looked at him for a moment. His lips almost brushed against Shan Li's face, and their necks rubbed intimately.

"What do you want to do if I refuse to answer?" The deep and steady voice was lowered in her ear, very sexy.

As his pupils constricted, the breath he breathed out between words became scorching. Shan Li grasped his shoulders, tilted his head, and leaned in for a kiss. But Pei Huai held his chest with one hand, preventing him from doing so.

Shan Li had no choice but to hold his waist and try his best to smell the agitating smell.

"He's not with you right now. I don't think he'll be with you in the future either." He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he slowly inserted his five fingers between Pei Huai's fingers. "So, does it matter whether it's the older brother or the younger brother who's sleeping?"

"……pity."

"What."

"I am more satisfied with him than with you."

"That mad little dog who lost all his inheritance is just good at talking, but he's not what you see at heart," he said. "He was troublesome even when he was in the hospital. Once the sedative wore off, he nearly slit the nurse's throat several times. He has no morals, disregards the law, and wants to claim you as his own without regard for your feelings—how can this stray dog ​​be worthy of you?"

"Even if he's a dog, he's under my control." Pei Huai's knuckles pressed against his cheek, tracing from the base of his ear to his jawbone, and then downwards, causing the man's Adam's apple to move. "Shan Li." He pressed his index finger on his carotid artery and whispered calmly, "Don't be in such a hurry to be my dog."

Before entering the building, Pei Huai took a moment to check his phone. His chat history with Xiang Mingqi stopped at this morning's greetings. After returning home that night, he remembered something and sent a message asking, "When did this happen?" Xiang Mingqi immediately replied, "Two weeks ago, after you left home, I couldn't even eat without someone flipping the table over [poor][poor], but I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

Seeing that the input box didn't move, the other end bombarded with messages like a machine gun: "Woo woo, are you angry, brother?" "I didn't forget to tell you about this, I forgot because I wanted to kiss and cuddle with you so much." "Don't be mad at me, I'll apologize to you, treat you to a meal, and write you a handwritten letter [starry eyes]"

Pei Huai didn't reply to him.

Despite being incredibly busy, Shan Li still had someone bring him a cup of coffee before the meeting. Unable to refuse, he leaned against the corridor and sipped it. It was sweet. He noticed that Shan Li always did everything himself when it came to pleasing him, even going so far as to personally choose his hair tie.

The same goes for this cup of coffee.

The ratio of sugar to creamer was well controlled, and it was quite palatable. Unfortunately, Pei Huai didn't care much about the taste of food or drinks. He could even savor black coffee without blinking.

He is not picky, so there is no need for him to get involved in all these fake things.

He finished his coffee just in time. After glancing at his watch, he stood up and walked into the conference room. Shan Li was shaking hands with someone, chatting animatedly. Pei Huai didn't need to engage in such business pleasantries; he only needed to identify potential risks.

Just as he passed by two or three groups of people, a voice came from behind his shoulder.

"Hello." A white and slender hand stretched out in front of my eyes.

Pei Huai did not return the handshake, but nodded politely and raised his chin to indicate where Shan Li was.

"I'm not going anywhere else. I'm sure of that," the man said. "The person I'm looking for is you. Pei Huai from the Bangkok Hotel."

Subconsciously, he looked along the line of his still-stretched arm. It was a face with delicate, feminine eyes and eyebrows, a beauty that was almost androgynous. His mature demeanor made it even harder to guess his age.

"Han Shaochen." The owner of the hand smiled at him, then whispered to him in a standard cheek-kissing angle. "We've met before, in the underground warehouse. You almost killed me for a cat. Remember?"

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Even after they were seated, Han Shaochen would occasionally look up and glance slowly at Pei Huai. Rather than harboring hatred, he acted more like a stranger interested in the other person.

The conversation went smoothly. Whenever their interests conflicted, Mr. Han didn't push back, instead discussing the price of the intelligence. Mr. Han's family was large and well-established, so there was no need for him to interfere and monopolize the information. Shan Li was curious about why the Han Group was so determined to acquire the intelligence.

The other party's reasons were vague, but explicitly or implicitly, they all pointed to this meeting.

Hearing this, Pei Huai raised his eyes and exchanged glances with the man at the negotiation table. He began to walk around and look around while the conversation continued. Shan Li said that he was willing to pay a high price for the acquisition, but unfortunately he had already spent too much manpower and material resources on the informant. He came here today and only wanted to take away what he needed. He wanted a fixed price -

Just when they were discussing the price, Pei Huai's eyes suddenly jumped and he quickly noticed something unusual happening outside the window.

It was a drone, high enough to overlook the entire conference room.

Without a second thought, he drew the curtain and hurried over to the sullen Shan Li. The conversation was stuck again with Mr. Han, who claimed he needed to discuss the matter with his father. The man's patience was running out, and he was about to explode when he saw Pei Huai approaching him with a serious expression. He subconsciously softened his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Pei Huai didn't answer. He put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into the chair. He heard the doorknob click. He leaned forward and said, "Hold your head!" Then he turned around, snatched the gun from the bodyguard's waist, opened the bolt, raised his hand and fired as the door opened, his aim perfect.

After the leader fell, more than ten people rushed into the room in a black mass. Pei Huai lowered his eyelids and noticed from the corner of his eye that Han Shaochen raised his hands naturally. The development of the situation seemed to be within his expectations.

Pei Huai's calf hooked the chair and knocked it over. He took a few steps back, crouching down, holding onto the cushions to create an ideal angle for cover. His arm passed through the gap between the armrests, firing continuously until the gun went blank, but each shot was accurate and deadly.

The head and heart are all accurate to the micron.

The trajectory was so smooth that recoil seemed nonexistent, and the hand was so steady that the other party was forced to shove the guard aside and search for the gunman. The last bullet in the magazine grazed Mr. Han's carotid artery, not deeply, but cutting a neat line of blood in the skin... a warning.

The empty magazine fell at his feet. Pei Huai pulled the trigger and raised his hand to disrupt the intruders' formation. He glanced at Han Shaochen indifferently, turned around, and took Shan Li to leave through the back door in the chaos.

Here, feeling his heartbeat finally stop pounding like a life-threatening thread, Han Shaochen touched his bleeding neck, cold sweat dripping down - he felt that he might never forget that claw that swooped down like an eagle from a height of ten thousand meters, fierce enough to crush his neck.

"...Trouble." He sighed, "What the hell are those guys up to? I don't want to fall out with the handsome guy so quickly."

The corridor outside the conference room had not been invaded yet, but Pei Huai judged from experience that it would be soon.

"I've contacted Xie Jingzhou. He'll have a car ready at the back door." Shan Li put down his headphones, his brows furrowed for a long time. "Han Shaochen... is fine. If he really wants to go against Jingshan Real Estate, then we'll have to see how capable he is." He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly pulled Pei Huai over. "Are you hurt?"

"The blockade is moving very quickly. If we go straight to the stairs, there might be a firefight." Pei Huai skillfully broke free from his tight grip. "They are well prepared. Give up the information."

Shan Li gritted his teeth and said, "There's no way Jingshan Real Estate has any grudge against the Han Consortium. His father is a man who values ​​reputation, and an old man who plays both sides wouldn't bother trying to do that. This is definitely not a meeting between two companies."

"He alone."

"But even as a human being he should give me a reason."

"...Han Shaochen, you must have made a deal with someone," Pei Huai paused to observe him, analyzing his words word for word. "They offered a higher price than you." As soon as he finished speaking, the door at the end of the corridor exploded with a loud bang, following the final tick of the timer. A group of people poured into the corridor, shrouded in billowing smoke.

My palm was suddenly held tightly, and it hurt a little.

Pei Huai looked up and saw Shan Li staring intently at the end of his field of vision. Veins crisscrossed the side of his neck, and even his masseter muscles were slightly bulging. He slowly withdrew his fingers and said, "As long as we have the contract, I won't betray you."

"Don't go ahead." Shan Li held his shoulder, shielding him from the gun with his body. As they stared at each other in confusion, Pei Huai finally realized the man wasn't worried about him defecting. He patiently combed the silver hair between his fingers, practically embracing Pei Huai in his arms. "I can give them anything they want, but you can't get hurt. I'll take care of this..."

"Believe me."

He was mercilessly pushed away by those three words, retreating a few steps before watching Pei Huai plunge into the white mist. The moment he crouched, the claw knife spun out of his sleeve, its inner blade facing outward. He wasn't using a killing move; considering the weapon's style, aiming for a one-shot kill with the claw knife was a sheer waste of time.

The best solution for it in Pei Huai's hands is to use it to cut the Achilles tendon.

The speed was so fast and the user was so skilled that no one dared to fire recklessly within the visible range until the smoke completely cleared.

Just as they were about to rush to the end of the queue and carve out a bloody path, the tall figure that had been standing behind the smoke moved.

"Pei Huai."

He heard it clearly, it was so familiar, that his highly tense ankles froze in place. Then, in a moment of daze, the man's arm grabbed the door, his knife-wielding wrist was snatched away, and Pei Huai was thrown violently and forcefully against the door.

"Why, Pei Huai?" His face was filled with the pain of betrayal, his teeth nearly gnashing, and he endured it so hard that every word frothed blood in his throat. "Why are you with him?"

"—You signed a new agreement with him and are working for him. But did you know that he is the sworn enemy of the Bangkok Hotel?"

"Pei Huai, Pei Huai. Pei Huai...what am I to you?" His smile froze and collapsed. "Ten years...I've loved you for ten years. Like a beast that won't budge even after being beaten or scolded, I've loved you for ten years. But what about you? Our ten years together weren't even a pebble in front of that man, right?"

Zhu Zhiyang. Pei Huai instinctively opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"No, Pei Huai." The man in front of him took a few breaths, his fingers deeply embedded in his braids. "I will never, ever let you go again, traitor."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Han is always a feminine beauty without a CP, Pei Ge's future good friend (mainly because there is no plan to set up a secondary CP, so let's just be single