Pei Qinghan immediately chuckled lightly, "You don’t need to take it to heart, it was just a helping hand." "A life-saving grace should be repaid with springs of gratitude, I, Yan Song, am not ungrateful," Yan Song said. With the conversation at this point, it was clear that Yan Song did not want to repay Pei Qinghan with shallow gratitude. Pei Qinghan didn’t have any particular expectations; he had simply acted instinctively, and he did not regret his actions afterward. Yet, as he listened to the young man’s words, he felt somewhat displeased in his heart. "Well then, since Young Master Yan has put it this way, how could I not satisfy you?" Pei Qinghan responded. "Mayor Yan has a limited investment project under his belt, and I hope Han Mountain Group can take the lead in securing a spot," Yan Song stated. Han Mountain Group was an investment group owned by Pei Qinghan, low-key and unknown. What this company was used for could easily be surmised with a little thought. Yan Nanmo was in charge of the economy and could easily decide on the nominees. Whether from one aspect or another, Han Mountain Group was far from rivaling the top investment firms. Why would Yan Nanmo choose them? Was this him getting involved in politics? "Don’t easily promise something you can’t deliver," Pei Qinghan said sardonically. Yun Ya gave him a pull to prevent him from being rash. This was not a matter to be taken lightly; even Uncle Yan could be implicated. "Alright, I promise you," Yan Song said. Yun Ya was stunned for a moment then whispered, "Are you crazy? How can you easily agree to such a matter?" Yan Song gave her a reassuring glance, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it." Pei Qinghan did not expect him to really agree. After his initial shock, he smiled and said, "If you truly can accomplish it, then this debt of gratitude is settled. Young Master Yan, I await your good news." This was the outcome Yan Song desired. He did not want Yun Ya to owe someone, especially a man. "And let’s cancel the one from ten years ago too." Pei Qinghan paused, then asked reflexively, "What about ten years ago?" Yan Song curled his lips, convinced that he was dealing with a mercenary person. He was right—Pei Qinghan must have calculated this when saving someone, likely just waiting for Yan Song to fall into his trap. But for Yun Ya’s sake, he would willingly step into it. Find the newest release on novel-fire.ɴet "Is it fun to play dumb? Let’s cancel these two debts, and I’ll get you that quota," Yan Song declared. Pei Qinghan looked in the direction of the two, trying hard to see clearly, yet all he could make out were two blurry shapes, "What matter from ten years ago? Can you explain?" He desperately wanted to know what had happened ten years ago. There was a sense of urgency in his heart, an impatience to know. Yan Song frowned, "Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?" Yun Ya looked at Pei Qinghan with confusion when the normally invisible Yuesheng spoke up, "Brother Han has memory loss. He doesn’t remember much about that time." So, he truly had forgotten. Yun Ya let out a small sigh of relief—it was for the best that he had forgotten. Yan Song quirked his lips, "Good that you’ve forgotten. Trading these two debts for the quota is a good deal for you." "Wait for my news," he said as he took Yun Ya by the hand and left the hospital room. Pei Qinghan frowned deeply and suddenly grabbed Yuesheng, "What happened ten years ago?" Yuesheng glanced towards the door, then recounted the events of ten years ago to Pei Qinghan in detail. Pei Qinghan sat on the hospital bed in a daze, then after a while, he asked, "The little girl you kidnapped, was she wearing a butterfly hairpin?" Yuesheng remembered it clearly, "Yes, Brother Han, have you remembered?" Pei Qinghan closed his eyes, "Is it the same girl as the one just now?" "Ji Yunya, she’s the Miss Yun of the Yun Family, the ones who develop real estate—the Yun Group. Yun Shen, that crafty merchant, is her father, and her grandfather is the famous philanthropic businessman Ji Huaixi," Yuesheng explained. So, the person he had been unable to forget in his memory was her. Pei Qinghan thought wryly, how foolish he was to have thought it was Bai Xiangxiang. But even if it was her, what then? They were merely ships that passed in the night, acquaintances from different paths, and yet why was there this lingering fondness and indelible heartbeat? For all these years, haunting his dreams, he had been unable to forget. What exactly went wrong? Or was there something that he had overlooked? Two graces for unending benefits—Yan Song was right, it was indeed a good bargain for someone like him. Yet, why was there a hint of discontent at the bottom of his heart? It seemed as if it shouldn’t be this way. His headache became so unbearable that Pei Qinghan clutched his head and collapsed onto the hospital bed. Fragments of memory flashed through his mind, but they were too fast to catch. Leaving the hospital, Yun Ya frowned at him, "Brother Yan, you were too impulsive just now. This matter isn’t that simple. It could potentially affect Uncle Yan’s career."