Endless Fall

79 What’s Important Is That I Was in Her Dream

“How can you still smile?”

From his tone, Pei Zhi knew that he had misunderstood.

He glanced at Qu Shao and said unhurriedly, “To be precise, I made her cry in her dream.”

“What did you do in her dream?”

“It doesn’t matter what I did.” There was an undisguised smile on his face. “What matters is that I was in her dream.”

Qu Shao finally understood.

He followed Pei Zhi into the CEO’s office and said excitedly, “Boss, I think you can prepare to tell her your feelings!”

Pei Zhi pulled out his chair and pondered.

He did think about that, but the time wasn’t right yet. “I’ll find another chance after we get back from Paris.”

“That’ll work too.”

“Have you found an interpreter?”

“I have.” Qu Shao took out a cigarette box from his pocket and handed Pei Zhi a cigarette. “That foreigner who investigated Su Tian.”

“He knows Chinese?”

“Yes.” Speaking of this, Qu Shao was furious. “He kept talking to me in English before, so I thought he couldn’t speak Chinese. But it turns out that he’s quite fluent in it.”

Pei Zhi struck a match and lowered his head to light the cigarette. “Which country is he really from?”

“Israel.”

“He used to live in Spain?”

“No.” Qu Shao crossed his legs and blew out a mouthful of smoke leisurely. “He runs around the world.”

Pei Zhi roughly knew what kind of a guy the interpreter was.

He turned on the computer and his gaze landed on the bottom right corner. “I’m going back to the old mansion tonight. You’ll be in charge of sending her back.”

Qu Shao replied, “Have you told her about it?”

“I have.” Pei Zhi asked him to make a cup of coffee. After taking two sips, he focused on work.

There was still some time before the holidays.

He had to deal with the remaining work before that, including the progress of the new products next season.

Only when it was time to get off work did he stop.

He and Qu Shao went downstairs on time. After Lin Jiao got into the car with Qu Shao, Pei Zhi stepped on the accelerator and drove away in another direction.

The Pei family’s old mansion was not far from the old town.

Pei Zhi greeted the guard and parked the car in front of the Pei family’s house. After getting out of the car, he walked into the living room along a path filled with fragrant flowers.

“Dad.” Pei Zhi changed into slippers and walked up to Pei Zhen, who was playing chess. “Are you waiting for me to play Go again?”

Pei Zhen adjusted his reading glasses.

He was almost seventy years old, but after dyeing his white hair black, he didn’t strike people as someone in his seventies.

“Who else do you think I’m waiting for?” He pushed the box containing the white pieces forward and urged, “Hurry up. Let’s play a round before going to eat.”

Pei Zhi smiled and said, “You’re really addicted.”

Some time ago, Pei Zhen went fishing with the old master of the Chu family every day and wouldn’t come back unless he caught a bucket of fish.

At this moment, he became addicted to playing Go.

He was probably about to reach the point where he would stay up all night playing go.

“What are you talking about? I’m not addicted!” Pei Zhen placed a piece on the chessboard. “If Old Chu wasn’t out of town, I wouldn’t play it with you!”

Pei Zhi did not refute. “You’re right.” He looked around the living room. “Are Eldest Brother and the others still in Bin City?”

“Yes.” Pei Zhen leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “In the will her father drafted, your sister-in-law is given one more house than her sister. They are quarreling over that now. She won’t be back anytime soon.”

“Didn’t her father just pass away?”

“So what? Do you think greedy people will care about that?”

Pei Zhi picked up a piece and said with a smile, “I guess they are giving Elder Brother a headache.”

“If he can’t handle this matter well this time, he’ll have more headache in the future.”

“I don’t think there will be a next time.”

“Perhaps.” Pei Zhen gestured for Pei Zhi to place his piece.

As they played, Pei Zhi suddenly remembered something. “I met someone a while ago.”

“Who?”

“Lin Kanglu.”

“Pa ta—”

A black piece fell from Pei Zhen’s hand.

He ignored the chessboard that was messed up and asked anxiously, “How do you know him?”

Pei Zhi talked about what happened in the countryside.

“How long has it been since you last saw him?”

“Fifteen years.” Pei Zhen remembered it clearly.

He asked about Lin Kanglu’s current situation and was only relieved after confirming that he was still healthy. “Send me his address.”

“Address?” Pei Zhi did not take note of the route back then.

He paused for a moment before saying, “Let me ask Yanshen for you.”

“Forget it.” Pei Zhen thought that with Lin Kanglu’s temper, they would probably be chased out if they went over uninvited.

He picked up his teacup and took two sips. “Find time to ask Jiaojiao to come to our house.”

“Alright.” Pei Zhi arranged the chessboard.

When he talked about Lin Jiao, his eyes softened. “We’re going overseas at the end of the month. We’ll come back after November.”

“Business trip?”

“No, we’re going on a trip.”

Pei Zhen did not think too much about it.

“You have time to travel but you don’t have time to date?”

“I’ll be dating someone soon.”

“With whom?”

“You’ll know when the time comes.” Pei Zhi was in no hurry to give him a surprise.

Pei Zhen did not expect much.

He focused his attention on the chessboard and won a few rounds in a row before being called to the dining room by the chef.

“How’s Yilan doing at your place?”

“Not too bad.”

Pei Zhi had asked the head of the PR department about Pei Yilan’s performance, and ‘mediocrity’ was the word he got.

He took the wine glass from Pei Zhen and said, “She went to the hospital to visit a friend. She won’t be back until later.”

Pei Zhen took a sip of white wine and picked up two peanuts with his chopsticks to eat. “Is she in a relationship?”

“No. They are not together yet.”

Pei Zhen did not want to ask anything more.

He pushed the dishes that Pei Zhi liked to him and finished the meal with him amidst laughter and chatter. “Are you going back tonight?”

“No.”

“Then let’s play a few more rounds.”

Pei Zhi smiled and sat back down with him.

At half past eight, they heard the sound of high heels coming from outside.

When Pei Yilan walked to the living room and met Pei Zhi’s gaze, her back tensed.

She sat down beside Pei Zhen. “Grandpa, who won between you and Uncle?”

“Both are winning.”

Pei Zhen lost almost as many times as Pei Zhi.

He propped himself up on his knees and took off his reading glasses to rub his sore eyes. “When will that kid be discharged?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“Any progress?”

Pei Yilan was stunned. “Yes.” Seeing that he seemed to know about this, she did not hide it from him. “We progressed a lot.”

“For example?”

“We have more topics to talk about than before.”

Pei Zhen snorted, apparently displeased. “You call this a progress?”