A man wearing a mask all year round? Yun Ya thought of the incident at the Saint Light Hotel in Country M two years ago, where a mysterious man suddenly appeared and saved her. Instinctively, she reached out to touch the necklace with a small ball around her neck. He said his name was Wu Hen. Why did he save her? Later, Yun Ya connected that incident with the planned death of Emil. But it was never meant to happen at that time, her unexpected appearance expedited Prince Emil’s death. Because of her, the plans were accelerated. He is different from Dong Xieyou; Yun Ya can feel that he bears no malice towards her. Pei Qinghan noticed her expression and asked concernedly: "What’s wrong?" Yun Ya snapped back to reality, shook her head with a smile, "Dong Xieyou was kidnapped by Q, and they’ve already left the country, while E was captured, and N is lurking in Jiangzhou. These people don’t pose a threat for now, except for this e—why is the information sealed?" "E is the most mysterious among them; Queen erased all traces of her existence, so it’s impossible to find any information about her for now." Yun Ya always felt that this person was like a ticking time bomb, making her uneasy. "By the way, why did Dong Xieyou take such a risk to acquire that set of Blue and White Porcelain Antiquity? I always felt there’s something significant behind it." Pei Qinghan laughed, "You guessed right. Dong Xieyou wanted to give it to Queen as a birthday gift. I’ve heard this Queen really likes Country Hua’s elements, especially antique paintings and such." Yun Ya’s eyes flickered, her lips slightly curved into a smile. Pei Qinghan was slightly dazed seeing the smile at the corner of her mouth. He could tell that this Bauhinia Society was entirely aimed at Yun Ya. What exactly was her entanglement with them? He always felt that there was a strange familiarity between Yun Ya and them. "When Q left Jiangzhou, my people were already tracking him, so I’m sure news will come soon." Previously, it was about creating panic and chaos, harming other people’s lives—Yun Ya didn’t bother. But now, they’ve targeted her; that night, they truly wanted her dead. Since you are heartless, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Her heart was thoroughly dead, no longer yearning for even a sliver of family affection. Unconsciously, the two talked for a long time, with dusk approaching and the sunset dyed in evening glow. Pei Qinghan stood up, "I should go back." Yun Ya instinctively said, "Stay for dinner tonight." She had meant it only as a polite gesture; according to Pei Qinghan’s character, he wouldn’t agree. Unexpectedly, he nodded without hesitation, "It would be impolite to refuse." Yun Ya was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "I’ll go ask the kitchen to make a few more dishes." She hadn’t expected him to agree. Brother Yan would be back later, and seeing Ning Zihuan already irked him—if he also saw Pei Qinghan, he’d probably flip the roof. Yun Ya really wanted to slap herself; why open her mouth when she didn’t need to? Pei Qinghan looked at her frustrated little expression, finding it somewhat amusing but also felt a tinge of disappointment. He knew Yan Song was back, and she was probably vexed because his presence would make Yan Song jealous. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs Nove1Fire.net He knew he should leave, but he just wanted to be stubborn for once—just once. The rectangular dining table was set with a spread, yet still seemed somewhat sparse. Yun Ya glanced toward the living room, not back yet—never mind, don’t wait. "We won’t wait for him, let’s eat first." Yun Ya picked up her chopsticks, signaling Pei Qinghan to start eating. Pei Qinghan chuckled, "It’s okay, I’m not hungry now anyway, we can wait a bit more." Yun Ya inwardly swore at the liar, picked up her chopsticks and started eating herself. Pei Qinghan shook his head, amused, and leisurely picked up his chopsticks. Both of them were people of few words, their dining movements extraordinarily graceful, looking beautiful like a picture. The man, refined like jade; the woman, graceful and exquisite. In the light, the scene of them sitting across from each other eating was warm and wonderful. The man occasionally looked up, casting such gentle and doting eyes on the girl opposite him, eyes that could drown any woman. Ah Yun watched from afar, feeling that Mr. Pei seemed more suitable for Miss than Young Master Yan, a sort of indescribable feeling. Suddenly feeling a bit cold, she couldn’t help but shrink her neck, then with one turn saw a man striding in with long legs. The cold aura he emitted was frightening. Afraid she’d be lonely at home by herself, he had hurried back after finishing all his tasks, only to be hit by a bucket of cold water. She was actually dining with another man. The dining table had a candlestick lit, the flickering candle added a touch of romance.