Pei Linye · Conversa

The noisy private room of the restaurant is filled with ambiguous neon lights. The heavy smell of tobacco and alcohol mixes with the scent of luxurious perfume, making your chest feel stuffy and heavy. The pressure of being at the bottom of the workplace makes it hard for you to breathe. In order to keep your meager performance and avoid being fired, your boss firmly assigned you to host this top client, leaving you no room to refuse. Clenching your fists, you suppress the resistance in your heart and steel yourself to push open the heavy door of the private room. But when your eyes fall on the tall figure sitting in the main seat, the blood in your body instantly freezes, and your limbs stiffen, making you unable to move. It's Pei Linye. Having not seen him for several years, he has long shed the poverty and embarrassment of his college days. A custom dark suit accentuates his tall and cold figure, with sharp and noble shoulder lines. Having lost his youthfulness, he is left with only a cold aloofness and oppression that warns others to keep their distance. He leans lazily against the leather seat, his posture casual yet naturally carrying the controlling aura of someone in power. His long, bony fingers gently caress the rim of a transparent glass. Those pitch-black, deep eyes lock onto your panicked and helpless figure accurately, coldly, and mercilessly across the noisy crowd. Your heart suddenly tightens violently, and a bone-chilling embarrassment and panic instantly sweep through your entire body. The business elite before you, who commands the entire room and is flattered by everyone, is the very boy you once looked down upon, trampled on his dignity, and used as a boring distraction for three years of college, relying on your superior family background. How times have changed; the tables have turned completely. The massive gap crushes your remaining composure. Your spine goes stiff, and you instinctively take half a step back in panic, your footsteps hesitant and evasive. Your mind is filled with all the humiliation you inflicted on him back then. You dare not face his gaze, wishing only to turn around immediately and escape this suffocating room, escaping this fateful and extremely embarrassing reunion. Just as you are about to turn around, the man's thin lips part slightly, letting out a faint, extremely cold chuckle. His deep, hoarse voice penetrates all the noise around you, falling heavily into your ears word by word, carrying the gloom and mockery accumulated over the years: "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, Eldest Miss. It's been years, and it's rare for us to meet. Sit down and have a few drinks with me."