C8

By the time he reached the door, the man was already sitting in the car. Through the rear window, he could see the man looking out the window with his head tilted to the side.

Nothing was clear.

Pei Luoyi ignored the bodyguard who had already helped to open the car door. She walked around the front of the car, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Miss, you …"

The driver was a middle-aged man. He noticed that Pei Luoyi was silently sitting beside him. It was obvious that her face had marks of age on it, and he looked somewhat troubled.

Ye Zichen couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror and ask the man's intentions with his eyes.

"Drive."

He couldn't tell what was on his mind from the two words that came out of the man's thin lips.

The car quickly drove out of the gate and down the mountain road smoothly.

Inside the car, the silence was like the air had frozen.

A moment later, her gaze shifted from the window to the rearview mirror, looking at the expression on the man's face.

He had seen him so many times, except when he had been angry at her in the beginning, but the other times, he seemed to have maintained this cold expression, like a thousand-year-old ice sculpture.

One person, living such a dull and dull life, there is nothing to be happy about. Just thinking about it makes me feel … Very tired.

Pei Luoyi suddenly recalled his appearance as he walked. His pace was slow, but his back was very straight.

A man with a strong sense of pride wouldn't allow others to see that he was weak, right?

She was so lost in thought that she forgot to look away from the man's face.

The result of this was that when she regained her senses, her cold and deep black eyes had already been staring straight at her for an unknown amount of time.

Pei Luoyi shuddered and subconsciously turned her head to the other side and coughed twice in a low voice, as if it was a matter of fact.

He just kept silent all the way until the car stopped.

The slight inertia caused her to wake up from her shallow sleep in a daze.

She looked through the window at the simple and unadorned villa door that exuded a dignified aura. In the darkness of the night, the brightly lit villa seemed to shine even brighter.

She subconsciously turned her head and asked, "Where is this place?"

He didn't even give her a glance. The bodyguard opened the door for him and he stepped out of the car.

Pei Luoyi was depressed. It was the driver who introduced her, "Miss, this is the palace's old residence. Old Master Gong and Old Madam Gong are staying here."

No wonder there was such a feeling of time.

Although she usually didn't care much for this prestigious clan, she had long been harassed by her parents and had heard of them. She more or less knew which influential families held high authority in this city.

The Gong family, rumored to have been rich since the Republic of China, several generations have changed up to now, not only did not decline, on the contrary, it was even richer, more prosperous and flourishing.

However, it was also a fact that he was a simple person. He had heard that in the current generation of the Palace Masters, he was already considered a sole disciple.

Pai Luoyi sized him up a few more times, then opened the door and got out of the car.

The man stood a few steps away from her. His brows revealed a bit more impatience than the indifferent attitude in the car. When he saw her get down, two words coldly flowed out from his thin lips, "Come here."

Pei Luoyi knitted his brows subconsciously, but still walked towards him with large strides.

Before he could say anything, the man grabbed her wrist with a big paw in his pants pocket and pulled her up the steps without a word.

The Chinese-styled wooden door had been opened since the arrival of their car. Just as Pai Luoyi was about to break free from the man's grasp, she saw a figure walking out from the door.

Almost at the same time, the man's hand slipped from her wrist and he clasped her fingers tightly.

The temperature belonging to another person began to rise from the palm of his hand.

She was no longer a young girl who had just developed feelings for others. With regards to physical contact with the opposite sex, she was already too old to be moved.

However, his heart could not help but beat faster.

The man's fingers were long and slender, his palm was very wide, and his large and small hands were clasped together, perfectly fitting together.

"Xiao Yan, why didn't you tell us when you're back for dinner?" "This is …"

The figure walked out from the door and approached the two of them. Pei Luoyi suppressed the throbbing in her heart and raised her head to look over.

It could be seen that his aged face was much younger than his actual age due to his good maintenance. His white hair was tied up in a bun, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses covered the shrewdness in his eyes.

"Grandma, this is Roy. I brought her back for a look."

Pei Luoyi heard the voice of the man at her side, and his heart skipped a beat.

Her small face stiffened. When she saw the old woman's bland gaze, she could only force a smile.

She hadn't thought that he would actually bring her to see her relatives. After all, they weren't in a normal marriage relationship, so why would they need to take this step?

"Loyi?"

There was a faint smile on Old Mistress Gong's face the entire time. However, it was unknown what she was thinking about as she continued after a long while, "Don't just stand there. Go on in."

With that, he led the two of them through the door.

"Butler, please prepare a few more dishes, we have an important guest today." The old mistress commanded as soon as they entered the room.

"Yes, ma'am."

"No need, I'll do whatever you want …" "Hiss."

Before Pei Luoyi could react, her palm was gripped tightly by the man's palm, causing her to almost scream out loud.

Suppressing the wetness in her eye sockets, she glared furiously at the man's face that was as cold as a knife.

From the corner of his eyes, Gong Yan saw the anger on the little girl's face, but he didn't even give her a second glance.

She looked at the old mistress with a gentler expression. "Let the butler prepare them. I'll take her upstairs first."

"That's good as well. Your grandfather's condition has improved quite a bit in the past two days. He should be staying in the study room now."

Glancing at Pei Luoyi, who was standing at his side, the old mistress smiled again. Even though her smile was still considered gentle, it still gave people a sense of distance between her and him.

"Yes."

Pei Luoyi followed the man up the stairs to the second floor. To be more precise, it was forced upon her.

As soon as she was out of sight downstairs, she angrily shook off the shackles of men.

On her delicate and petite face, her eyebrows were tightly-knit.

"Why did you bring me here? With our relationship, I don't think it's necessary. "

The man's expression turned cold at a speed that could be seen. "Do you think you can take it or not?"

After saying that, he grabbed her wrist and forcefully dragged her into the depths of the corridor.

"Mister Gong! "Don't go too far!"

When she reached the carved wooden door at the end of the corridor, she continued to wrestle with the man's fingers.

"Be quiet."

A cruel and cruel look flashed across her face. She stopped what she was doing, and even her breathing froze for a split-second.

Only then did Gong Yan withdraw his gaze, raised his finger and lightly knocked on the door.

After a while, a vigorous and powerful voice came from the room, "Come in."

Pei Luoyi was led into the room by a man. The first thing she saw was Elder Gong in casual attire. He was currently writing and dancing with his brush and his head lowered.

Hearing the two enter, he only took a glance before his hands stopped moving. In an instant, the ink had dried up.