latelenovela Chapter 127 Wife, I want to kiss you.
Chapter 127 Wife, I want to kiss you.
ancestral hall.
The incense burner emitted wisps of white smoke, and the candlelight shone dimly, blending seamlessly with the rich fragrance in the room.
On the offering table, there is a long-burning lamp, with the three small characters "Pei Ruolin" engraved on the lampshade.
Pei Weijin sat in the armchair, slowly straightening his clothes. When his cold, star-like gaze swept over the lamp, an undisguised sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
This lamp was specially obtained by Pei Jincheng from a temple when he was a child. It is said to have been blessed by a high monk, symbolizing longevity, joy, and good health.
Pei Ruolin possessed this lamp, but Pei Weijin had never owned one.
"Why did Father suddenly summon me here? The ancestral worship ceremony has long been over. Could it be that he deliberately chose the Mid-Autumn Festival to make me repent in front of Pei Ruolin again?"
Pei Weijin's gaze shifted to Pei Jincheng, who was still standing.
Half a month had passed since they last met, and Pei Jincheng's mental state was clearly not as good as before, with wrinkles spreading like withered vines at the corners of his eyes.
He has a strong personality and never allows his gray hair to show. If he does notice it, he will ask his mother to help him pluck it out or dye it black himself.
But today, he not only ignored the gray hairs at his temples, but also remained largely silent at the dinner table.
Pei Jincheng sighed deeply and called out, "Wei Jin."
Pei Weijin looked puzzled when he heard this address from him: "?"
“Your mother has had several deep conversations with me recently, and I have also thought about it repeatedly. Regarding Pei Ruolin’s matter, my handling of it back then was indeed inappropriate. So many years have passed, and I have never apologized to you.”
Having said that, Pei Jincheng truly apologized to him. Pei Weijin heard every single word of those three short words clearly.
Pei Weijin remained silent and did not respond.
Pei Jincheng seemed to have expected this. He was nearly fifty years old, and his speech was inevitably a bit long-winded, or perhaps it was just his habit.
In short, the father and son never had a heart-to-heart talk; they could even be considered the most unfamiliar acquaintances.
Pei Jincheng’s words revealed his regret for past decisions, but also his confusion: “Although Pei Ruolin is not my biological son, he has been frail and sickly since childhood. His original family only had an elderly person living alone. If he had a heart attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.”
“Not to mention, after you came home, your mother showed you a lot of favoritism, and I was worried that Pei Ruolin would feel resentful. Moreover, I've raised him for many years, and I feel both guilty and full of responsibility. After all, you are my own flesh and blood, and I believe that it's never too late to discipline and love one's own child. So I thought I'd settle him down first, and then we could work things out later…”
Pei Weijin suddenly stood up, still in that indifferent and detached posture, seemingly cold and aloof, yet it was the state in which he felt safest in his childhood.
As long as one does not reveal their liking or dislike for something, no one will deliberately steal it.
"People are bound to be biased. I have never resented your kindness to Pei Ruolin. I just don't understand why you always say you owe him something when we were apart for nearly ten years. Didn't you feel any guilt or remorse towards me back then?"
Although these were questions, he had already found the answers to them.
Pei Jincheng either felt guilty or had nothing to say, but simply straightened his back and looked at the hundred-year-old lamp.
Clearly, this rare long talk between father and son ended badly.
Pei Weijin stood up from the armchair, stepped over the threshold, and said without turning his head, "I am my mother's child. Motherly love should not be favoritism."
After leaving the ancestral hall, he quickened his pace, his face as cold and stern as ice.
The conversation was uneventful and wouldn't have made him think about it.
He had only been separated from Yan Zhuoyu for ten minutes, but he missed her terribly.
Perhaps it was because the night was deep and the temperature had dropped sharply, and I needed the embrace of my loved one to dispel the loneliness of this cold night.
At the corner at the end of the corridor, Pei Weijin unexpectedly bumped into his third uncle.
Uncle chuckled and said, "Nephew, did you see the He family's daughter on the way here? She's your aunt's niece. Young girls love to play, and we were about to take a picture together, but we couldn't find her."
His bulky body blocked most of the corridor. He casually took out his phone, found a photo of the He family's daughter, and even compared it with Yan Zhuoyu.
Pei Weijin was already in a bad mood, and hearing him praise the so-called He Ye Qianjin only made him more agitated.
He slapped his third uncle's phone away without even glancing at the photos, and casually replied, "As long as you two truly love each other, that's enough. I'll make the decision. You two should settle it tomorrow. I'll hire the best lawyer to help your third aunt fight the lawsuit against you."
Uncle San's smile froze. He couldn't quite process what was happening and was pushed aside by Pei Weijin like a puppet.
He watched Pei Weijin's hurried departure before he realized, "Me and...?"
Banquet hall.
The photographer and his team were setting up the equipment when Yan Zhuoyu and Lin Qinglan stood together, chatting happily.
Lin Qinglan asked softly, "Hasn't A-Jin arrived yet?"
Yan Zhuoyu looked down and unlocked her phone screen, saying, "No, I just sent him a message, but he hasn't replied. He might be on his way and hasn't seen it yet."
Just as she was about to make a phone call to Pei Weijin, the noisy banquet hall suddenly fell silent, and Lin Qinglan smiled and took a few steps back.
The moment the call connected, two overlapping ringtones sounded in my ears.
Yan Zhuoyu looked up in confusion. The familiar and comforting scent of pine wood gradually approached from behind. Then, she was embraced tightly by a broad and slightly cool embrace.
The sudden hug seemed a bit unusual, and people around them cast curious glances.
Although Yan Zhuoyu was surprised, she also keenly sensed Pei Weijin's low spirits.
She didn't push him away despite the stares of others; instead, she turned around and hugged him back.
Yan Zhuoyu raised her hand and gently touched Pei Weijin's face, saying in a gentle voice, "It's alright, it's nothing. We'll go home after we take the photos."
“Hmm,” Pei Weijin replied briefly.
Their embrace didn't last long, maybe two or three seconds at most, but to Pei Weijin it felt like ten minutes had passed.
When they let go, Pei Weijin automatically reached for Yan Zhuoyu's hand again, interlocking their fingers, not wanting to waste a single second.
Yan Zhuoyu didn't ask Pei Weijin what had happened; instead, she moved closer to him.
The fluffy shawl had just brushed against his suit sleeve when Yan Zhuoyu caught Pei Weijin tilting his head slightly out of the corner of her eye.
His deep voice was very soft, like a cloud of mist being pushed over.
"Honey, I want to kiss you."
Yan Zhuoyu raised her beautiful fox-like eyes, then casually wrapped her hands around Pei Weijin's arm, gently pinching him with her fingertips hidden inside.
"Be serious, let's talk about this when we get home."
"it is good."
Yan Zhuoyu was wearing six-centimeter high heels today, so the height difference between the two was not as great as before.
Pei Weijin said "okay" but then turned his head and stole a kiss on her ear.
He could clearly feel Yan Zhuoyu pinching him with her newly done manicure, but he couldn't stop smiling.
The chill of the journey was completely dispelled at this moment.
After everyone had taken their positions, the photographer was about to press the shutter when the butler, Uncle Li, walked past the camera with a troubled expression.
Lin Qinglan frowned and asked, "What is it?"
Li Bo looked at Yan Zhuoyu and replied in a low voice, "A guest suddenly arrived outside Yunwan Garden without an invitation. The security guards wanted to ask him to leave according to procedure, but he refused to leave, insisting that he was Mr. Pei Weijin's father-in-law and that his family should also attend the family banquet."