"Can you tell me about him?" Yun Ya glanced at her and said softly, "Miaomiao was born deaf and mute. Although he can’t speak, he’s far more intelligent than I am. If not for that year..." She suddenly stopped. Mingyue turned to look at her, "What’s wrong?" Yun Ya closed her eyes, "Due to an incident, Miaomiao fell seriously ill. Although he was saved, he was left with after-effects..." "Miaomiao loves playing puzzles. He can solve the most difficult tangram in half a minute. If I could take him to compete, the first prize would definitely be his..." "Miaomiao... he’s afraid of thunder and lightning... because it reminds him of many bad memories..." "We depended on each other since childhood, relying on each other in a turbulent family. Many people care for me, but Miaomiao, he only has me, but one day, I lost him..." Mingyue listened intently, her expression unusually serious. Listening to the girl’s voice starting to choke, she turned her head and glanced at her, "Don’t worry, sooner or later we will find him." Pei Qinghan sat up, rubbing his aching head, remembering last night’s drinking contest with Yan Song. He lost miserably, and couldn’t help but smile. He did act a bit childish for once. Fu Bai pushed the door open and entered. Seeing he was awake, he walked over with some medicine, handing him a cup of water, "You know you can’t handle alcohol, yet you insist on drinking." Pei Qinghan took the medicine, sat up, and asked, "What time is it now?" "It’s already late morning." He was always a very disciplined person, living methodically like a monk. This was the first time he woke up so late. He put on his shoes, got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, splashing some cold water on it, which cleared his mind a bit. He left his breakfast half-eaten, as his stomach was too full to eat another bite. Returning to the study, he began his day’s work. Fu Bai walked in with some documents in his hand. "Boss, we’ve found out Queen’s identity." Pei Qinghan blanked for a moment, seeing Fu Bai’s serious expression, a sense of unease filled his heart. He took the documents and quickly flipped through them, growing more and more alarmed as he read. Fu Bai pressed his lips together, "Unexpected, right? If Miss Ji knew, she probably couldn’t accept it." Pei Qinghan smiled forlornly, "She already knows." Fu Bai raised an eyebrow in surprise. Miss Ji already knows? Pei Qinghan remembered her odd expression when she first got the Bauhinia Society’s information. She probably guessed it then. A sudden, soft feeling of empathy arose for that girl. Facing such emotional challenges from her family, how strong must she be to smile without showing her true feelings? "This woman is really ruthless, stepping over Arturo to rise to power, now firmly in position, wanting to eliminate Arturo and his son. She even wants to completely control the MAFIA. Now, she holds two-thirds of the European market in her hands, being called a hero isn’t an exaggeration." Fu Bai found it hard to associate that glamorous, elegant socialite image with the decisive leader of the underworld, not knowing how many lives her rise had taken. "I just don’t understand why she treats Miss Ji so. After all, Miss Ji is her..." Pei Qinghan waved his hand, "The human heart is hard to predict. Maybe there’s a reason we outsiders could never know." "Queen is in her prime right now, it’s best not to go against her, or nothing good will come from it." Fu Bai cautioned. Pei Qinghan remained silent, not saying a word. Fu Bai shifted the topic, "There’s news from the Capital City side." Pei Qinghan’s gaze flickered, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "That one won’t survive the winter, they’ve already sent someone to find you. Will you see them or not?" Find the newest release on NoveI-Fire.ɴet The man’s gaze was like a winter lake filled with sunlight yet reflecting shards of ice, chilling to the bone. "Tell them to scram." Yun Ya slept the entire day, her stomach also ached the whole time. By dusk, she propped herself up to get dressed. Her complexion was pale, but after applying some blush and lipstick, she looked much more normal. Just as she finished tidying up, Ah Yun’s voice came from outside the door, "Miss, Young Master Yan is back." Yun Ya curved her lips, standing up and walking out. Each step felt like stepping on sharp knives, yet her face maintained an impeccable smile. When Yan Song saw her coming down, he walked quickly over and grabbed her hand. The cool touch startled his brows. He wrapped Yun Ya’s small hand in his palms, rubbing it gently. His hands were like a furnace, quickly warming her hands. Yun Ya leaned against him softly, "Brother Yan, I missed you." She thought of last night’s dream, and her heart softened. Yan Song felt a wave of emotion, women love to hear sweet words, and men like it even more. Unable to resist, he hugged her and gently kissed her ear, "About last night, I’m sorry." Yun Ya’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. He remembered it all?