Zheng Qian, who inexplicably got another two-week vacation, was utterly baffled and even a little panicked.
Has Pei Yan suddenly changed his personality or does he want to fire him?
Why does he keep letting him rest?
Or has sothing irreversible happened to the company?
Zheng Qian replied in a panic: [Brother, if you have sothing to say, just tell , no need to be polite, your way is making very uneasy, okay?]
Zheng Qian was even starting to pack up and prepare to return to the company.
Pei Yan: [No need, if you’re told to rest well, just rest well. Once Qin Yun has the baby, you’ll be so busy you won’t have a mont to yourself, and by then, you’ll have no ti to rest.]
Thinking about it, Qin Yun has been pregnant for four months, just a few more months until she gives birth. By the ti she’s done with confinent, he’ll have to start working again, and he’ll surely be super busy. As Zheng Qian, the manager, dreaming about resting is totally unrealistic.
Zheng Qian still felt a bit uneasy and asked: [Is it really nothing?]
Pei Yan: [Have fun and try to sort out your major life plans.]
Zheng Qian: [Oh.]
But still feeling a bit uneasy, he packed his things overnight and returned to A City. He didn’t even go back to his apartnt and went straight to Pei Yan’s villa.
Pei Yan was a bit surprised to see the travel-worn Zheng Qian, "Why did you co back? Weren’t you told to rest well?"
Seeing that Pei Yan was really fine, Zheng Qian relaxed, "Nothing, just missed you a bit. Thought I’d co back and have a look. Resting is the sa wherever."
After looking around and confirming Pei Yan was fine, he didn’t stay long and imdiately prepared to return to his own villa.
Before leaving, Zheng Qian uneasily reminded Pei Yan, "Brother, I’ll be resting at ho. Call if you need anything."
Pei Yan nodded with amusent, watching Zheng Qian leave.
After leaving, Zheng Qian sighed. He had seen too many people in the entertainnt industry seek out famous masters, usually because they had psychological issues and needed soone to talk to or find an activity to distract them.
What’s up with Pei Yan eting with Master Wuwei?
Is it possible there’s really a psychological issue?
Zheng Qian was very worried and didn’t dare really rest, constantly paying attention to Pei Yan’s status. But until Pei Yan asked him to go to White Cloud Mountain with him, he hadn’t noticed any problems.
On the way to White Cloud Mountain, Zheng Qian carefully probed, "Pei Yan, have you been okay lately?"
Pei Yan didn’t even lift his head, "Doing fine."
Of course, things are fine. Being able to return to the bedroom to sleep and not staying in the cold guest room is great.
Of course, there was no need to share these details with Zheng Qian.
Yet Zheng Qian still wasn’t reassured, "No frustrating issues? No work troubles since you’re not working, perhaps family problems?"
Thinking it over, it could only be an issue between Pei Yan and his wife.
Zheng Qian earnestly agreed, intending to counsel Pei Yan.
"If there’s a problem, just talk it out. Why go to a temple to find a monk? A monk can’t help solve these issues."
Zheng Qian’s voice was especially gentle, afraid of causing Pei Yan discomfort.
"What are you talking about?" Pei Yan looked at Zheng Qian suspiciously. Is his brain okay?
"I said there’s..."
Pei Yan looked at Zheng Qian as if he were an idiot, "You thought I had family problems? Are you nuts?"
Zheng Qian paused, believing Pei Yan was reluctant to face his problems and with experienced reassurance said, "Just say if sothing’s wrong, considering our relationship, I’ll keep your secret."
"I’ll keep your secret."
Pei Yan rolled his eyes at him, "I’m going to White Cloud Temple to clear up sothing."
Zheng Qian finally sighed in relief, "Just going to ask about sothing?"
Pei Yan was speechless: "What exactly are you worrying about?"
Zheng Qian said ruefully, "The other day you acted so inexplicably, you made worry for ages. I feared you’d one day decide to beco a monk, such examples are rampant in the industry."
Last month, a celebrity announced becoming a monk and shaved his head. His fans cried their hearts out online, but he didn’t look back and went off to practice.
So, Zheng Qian was especially concerned.
Pei Yan: "...So you rushed over from ho, just fearing I’d beco a monk?"
"Yeah."
Pei Yan nodded, "...You’re sothing else."
He didn’t know he’d reached the point where people suspected he’d beco a monk.
"As long as there’s no problem, as long as nothing’s wrong."
Pei Yan coldly chuckled, "I’m fine, you’re the one with issues, your bonus this year is gone."
Zheng Qian: "..."
"Co on! Wasn’t I just concerned for you?"
Pei Yan: "Next year’s bonus is gone too."
Zheng Qian: "...I won’t say anything anymore..."
Zheng Qian’s words gradually faded under Pei Yan’s cold stare.
The car speed quietly increased.
When they arrived at White Cloud Mountain, it was only eleven in the morning. Like last ti with Qin Yun, a little monk was waiting for them at the gate, leading them inside.
It was the sa courtyard, the tea still fragrant.
But this ti, Zheng Qian couldn’t go in.
When Pei Yan entered alone, Wuwei’s tea was already prepared, placed directly before Pei Yan.
And Wuwei’s voice carried a hint of nostalgia.
"Your Highness, have so tea."
Pei Yan squinted his eyes; this monk actually called him Your Highness.
This form of address is definitely not common in the mortal world.
Pei Yan picked up the teacup and took a small sip, finding it was his preferred tea.
Looking at Wuwei, his eyes held more interest, "You know ?"
"Your Highness once saved ."
Wuwei was quite straightforward, explaining the cause and effect right away.
Pei Yan was curious; he had no recollection at all.
Wuwei smiled, "Yes, Your Highness has forgotten many things, so you don’t rember ."
Pei Yan frowned and asked, "Do you know what I’ve forgotten?"
"I know a little, but it’s not very complete. Does Your Highness want to hear it?"
Wuwei knew exactly why Pei Yan sought him out and was very cooperative.
Pei Yan paused.
He wanted to hear it but instinctively hesitated.
He was sure his mory was complete, but various signs indicated he had lost so mories.
But why did he forget those mories, and what do they have to do with Qin Yun?
"I do."
Pei Yan nodded, his expression serious.
Wuwei nodded and took out a copper mirror.
The mirror looked ordinary, but Wuwei traced a wet finger through the tea over the mirror, causing it to flash with images.
Pei Yan saw himself carrying Qin Yun through the Barbaric wilderness. The little one had already fainted, her little tail exposed, swaying with each step.
"Pei Yan."
He didn’t know how long he had been walking when Qin Yun woke up, but he himself couldn’t hold on and collapsed on the ground.
"Pei Yan!"
Qin Yun frantically embraced him, trying to wake him, but he was too exhausted to open his eyes.
The scene flashed, changing location.
It was in his cave mansion.
Among glistening jewels, he took out a Pixiu pendant for Qin Yun, personally putting it around her neck.
In the image, Pei Yan kissed Qin Yun’s forehead tenderly, filling the scene with warmth.
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