Pei Jingchuan approached her, gently draped his arm over her shoulder, and smoothed out her slightly disheveled hair due to exhaustion. "I don't mind waiting, as long as you're safe."
Jiang Yuzhu felt a warm sensation in her heart, and she gave a small smile.
"Well then, would Mr. Pei be kind enough to take me home?"
Pei Jingchuan gently embraced her, planting a reassuring kiss on her forehead.
"Always."
The next day, sunlight filtered through the lush treetops, dappling the spacious courtyard of the old residence.
Pei Yanqing brought Men Ling straight back to the Pei Family's old mansion.
Upon hearing the news, Pei's father, sitting behind the large rosewood desk in his study, felt his newspaper tremble slightly in his hand.
Before he could react, the main door was pushed open.
Pei Yanqing took a deep breath and said seriously, "Dad, Men Ling and I are back."
His father's gaze moved from the newspaper to carefully scrutinizing the two young people.