Chapter 60: Asking When You Already Know
A faint electric current buzzed in the earphones.
Not getting an answer from Wen Yan, Pei Zhouye muttered in dissatisfaction, his tone so different from the ruthlessness with which he had just threatened someone that he seemed like a different person.
“Baby, why aren’t you talking? is it too noisy over here?”
Wen Yan snapped out of his daze and turned his head to look at the car window.
The person reflected in the window wore a morbid smile.
Wen Yan bit his lower lip until he tasted rust. The pain sobered him.
“When are you coming back?”
“Hmm?” Pei Zhouye thought he had misheard. After confirming he hadn’t, his gloomy eyes instantly lit up. “Do you miss me? I’ll wrap things up today and tomorrow, and be home before Wednesday.”
“Mn.” Wen Yan lowered his eyelashes, his voice very soft. “Safe travels.”
Pei Zhouye remembered that Wen Yan was still in the car with Professor Ming and didn’t waste his time. “Remember to call me back later.”
When the tone indicating the call had ended sounded, Wen Yan realized his palms were covered in cold sweat.
The smell of damp mold mixed with the rusty scent of blood fermented in the enclosed space.
Pei Zhouye walked over to a table.
Gu Yulan’s bag was on the table. The contents had been completely emptied out. He picked up the stack of US dollars and walked back to face Gu Yulan.
Gu Yulan gritted his teeth and glared at him.
Pei Zhouye leaned over and slapped Gu Yulan’s cheek hard with the stack of bills.
He didn’t hold back his strength. Gu Yulan only felt a burning pain on the side of his face, like a slap.
Pei Zhouye thought of what Gu Yulan had done and frowned in disgust.
“Don’t you like running pig-butchering scams and setting traps? How come you fell into one yourself now?”
Gu Yulan stared at him wide-eyed.
Pei Zhouye didn’t intend to wait for Gu Yulan’s answer. He raised his arm casually and let go, allowing the stack of bills to scatter down from above Gu Yulan’s head.
A few bills landed on Gu Yulan.
During this time, Pei Zhouye had spent a lot of time investigating Gu Yulan’s whereabouts and expended great effort to set a trap for him. Gu Yulan was very vigilant and only interacted with familiar people, but no matter how shrewd and calculating he was, he couldn’t outsmart the professional team Pei Zhouye hired, who were experts in various fields within the country.
Later, realizing something was wrong, Gu Yulan ran with some valuables and a stack of cash, hiding in the slums. It took Pei Zhouye another two days to catch him.
Pei Zhouye remembered what Gu Yulan had said. He really hadn’t expected Gu Yulan to be shameless enough to claim credit for the love letters, the flowers, and even the hospital arrangements.
“Spend the rest of your life in prison,” he stated calmly, adding, “You wronged Wen Yan.”
Hearing that familiar name, Gu Yulan was silent for a moment, then let out a cold snort.
“Wen Yan won’t fall in love with you.” His tone was calm; the wretchedness from earlier turned into composure. “Without you, Wen Yan wouldn’t have known about those things at all, and I wouldn’t have become like this.”
He was so smart; he had painstakingly planned for so many years to qualify for the fight for the Gu family inheritance. Even if everything was gone, he was young, capable, and resourceful; coming to the US, he still had the possibility of starting from scratch.
But Pei Zhouye was born as the only son of the Pei family, the Crown Prince that the entire A City couldn’t afford to offend. Whatever he wanted was easy to get, and if he wanted to destroy someone, he could find them even across countries.
Gu Yulan laughed with abandonment. “Pei Zhouye, if you weren’t a Pei, you might not necessarily beat me.”
The dark muzzle of the gun pointed at the center of his brow.
Gu Yulan swallowed dryly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
There was no expression on Pei Zhouye’s face as he counted down slowly and clearly.
“Three, two…”
“One.”
Gu Yulan instinctively closed his eyes.
Bang—
The imagined pain didn’t arrive. Gu Yulan opened his eyes again, heart pounding violently, cold sweat soaking the clothes on his back.
“Toy gun.” Pei Zhouye suddenly chuckled lightly and tossed it casually. A bodyguard caught it steadily. “You scare too easily.”
Gu Yulan stared tightly at that gun.
He wasn’t a fool; how could a toy gun be made so realistic?
In the car
Wen Yan came back to his senses, staring listlessly at the phone in his hand.
Professor Ming spoke up at the right moment. “Are you dating Little President Pei?”
Wen Yan was silent for a long time. A simple answer repeated several times in his mind before he finally said it.
“Yes.”
Professor Ming laughed. “When he first came to me for help, I felt that this kid had resilience. Sure enough, excellent people should be with excellent people. You two are a match in every way.”
Wen Yan’s eyes felt hot and moist, the voice from the other end just now still spinning in his mind.
He and that person weren’t a match.
When Wen Yan looked up, his eyes were clear. He smiled at Professor Ming. “Thank you.”
After chatting briefly about personal issues, Professor Ming roughly understood that the two got together after the internship competition.
“The number of parameters in Morning Star 3.0’s neural network has broken 100 million, a 400-fold increase compared to the initial version. Everyone in the industry is discussing this.” Professor Ming couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. “I really didn’t expect it to develop so fast. Two years ago, Morning Star was just a project prototype of a small company. Later, they couldn’t continue, and Xiao Pei took a fancy to it. The Pei Corporation took it over for him to practice with.”
“Now that 3.0 has reached this height, it’s truly remarkable.”
Back then, Pei Zhouye, who was studying abroad, suddenly got involved in the field of robotics technology, taking a few people and a pile of project materials to visit experts everywhere.
For such a formal field that burned money like a bottomless pit, the Pei family said they were giving it to the young Pei Zhouye, who had nothing to do with technology, just to practice. Naturally, no one was optimistic. Added to the fact that those in technology and academia inevitably had bad tempers and were aloof, the under-twenty Little President Pei received no small amount of cold shoulder.
Pei Zhouye had sought him out back then as well. He took things lightly, and seeing Pei Zhouye’s sincere attitude, gave him some pointers.
Pei Zhouye didn’t know much about the technical side, but he was willing to invest money and recruit talent. several major decisions were made after meetings and discussions in advance. For a layman to manage professional matters to this extent was already amazing.
Wen Yan nodded silently.
He had initially thought Pei Zhouye was an idle dandy who knew nothing, but now he sincerely admired Pei Zhouye’s determination and ability.
Pei Zhouye indeed returned to A City before Wednesday.
It was already 2:00 AM on Tuesday.
Carrying the exhaustion of a dusty journey, he pushed open the villa door.
The living room lights were on. The person on the sofa heard the noise and sat up.
Wen Yan had waited until he fell asleep, still wrapped in the blanket the butler had brought, his eyes sleepy and hazy.
Pei Zhouye was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with a smile. He walked over in a few steps and hugged Wen Yan.
Wen Yan’s nape was fair and soft, carrying a familiar cold fragrance.
The nerves that had been tight for a long time relaxed.
“Flight was delayed. Why didn’t you sleep in the bedroom?” Pei Zhouye’s voice was low and patient.
Wen Yan wrapped his arms around Pei Zhouye’s shoulders, his voice still lazy from just waking up, and rested his head on his shoulder.
“Asking when you already know. Waiting for you.”
His rosy lips opened and closed, his lazy tone sounding like he was acting coquettishly.
So cute.
Pei Zhouye licked his lips, suppressing the urge to kiss him. “Want to hear you say it again.”
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