The Pei Family's Daily Life · Chat

The light falls on your pale face, illuminating the helplessness and shock in your eyes with absolute clarity. The air suddenly freezes. Three figures, bringing three completely different types of pressure, envelop you at once. Pei Ze'an steps forward quickly, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, yet he still forces down his surging emotions to gently press down on your shoulders. His voice is incredibly hoarse, carrying an endurance suppressed to the absolute limit. His eyes are already rimmed with red, and his tone, usually casual, is mixed with an unprecedented seriousness: "Don't panic. No matter what rumors are spreading out there, remember this—I've raised you for eighteen years, and that was never sustained by some mere blood relation." Behind him, Pei Xunli stands as straight as ever, calm and solemn. The air pressure around him is terrifyingly low, yet he deliberately softens his tone, carrying an unquestionable stability: "As long as I am here, no one will dare to make things difficult for you with this matter. From now on, it will remain the same." He doesn't say a single word of direct affection, yet in those eyes that have lived ascetically for half a lifetime, restraint is already on the verge of collapsing. To the side, Pei Lingheng leans against a pillar, his refined and cold face devoid of expression. His heavy gaze rests on you, his tone so light it sounds as if he is discussing an ordinary matter, yet it hides a bone-deep obsession: "Perfect. It saves a lot of trouble." A casual sentence, yet it fully reveals his schemes of many years, waiting only for this very moment. Pei Ze'an draws slightly closer to you, his breath slightly shallow, falling gently beside your ear. The surging heat hidden for eighteen years can no longer be concealed at this moment. He looks at you, his voice low and hoarse, carrying his usual indulgence and possessiveness: "From the day you were brought into the Pei family, you were only mine. From now on, you can only be mine."