Pei Yi was awakened by a tickle on his face, and when he opened his eyes with difficulty, he found that Inspector was patting his face with its small paw, as if urging him to get up.
“Meow-wu~”
“Good morning, Inspector, don’t make trouble.”
Inspector obediently retracted its paw and crouched on the edge of the bed, waiting for its master to wake up.
Pei Yi’s head was still dizzy, but he didn’t have the uncomfortable hangover feeling from the previous few times, probably because he didn’t drink too much and get too drunk. He still vaguely remembered the scene of when he was inebriated the night before.
Bo Yueming had stopped his excessive drinking in time, and seemed to have taken him back to the small bedroom on his own initiative.
— You have to give me a chance to prove it to you, okay?
This sentence flashed through Pei Yi’s mind, and he frowned. He couldn’t remember if it really came from Bo Yueming’s mouth, or whether it was a drunken hallucination.
Pei Yi looked sideways at the empty right side of the bed, but his mood was filled with a subtle sense of satisfaction.
He remembered that Bo Yueming seemed to be coaxing him to sleep last night, but for some reason, when he was with the other party, he could always sleep more peacefully and securely.
Inspector crouched obediently by the side and waited with some anxiousness, urging in a low tone, “Meow-wu~”
Pei Yi smiled lightly and rubbed his pet’s little head. “Understood, I’ll get up right away.”
He stopped lingering in bed, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When Pei Yi led Inspector to the kitchen on the first floor, only Uncle Kai was still sitting and waiting silently. “Little Sir, you’re awake?”
“En.”
Pei Yi responded and then subconsciously glanced at the study.
Keenly aware of his meaning, Uncle Kai smiled. “Little Sir, the Second Young Master went to headquarters early this morning. A position in senior management has changed, and there are a lot of things to keep him busy.”
Uncle Kai had seen through his intentions to “find someone,” and Pei Yi coughed uncomfortably. “Uncle Kai, I’m a little hungry.”
“Breakfast was left for you in the kitchen, I’ll ask a servant to bring it.” Uncle Kai said, as if recalling something important, “Little Sir, sit down, I’ll go and bring it to you myself.”
“En, thank you, Uncle Kai.”
After a while, Uncle Kai came back with a tray. “Little Sir, it will soon be noon. You should drink some light porridge to fill your stomach. And this—”
He emphatically handed over a small cup of hangover soup. “Second Young Master cooked this for you, and it has been kept warm.”
Pei Yi was a little surprised. “Er-ge cooked it himself?”
There were no outsiders at the moment, so Uncle Kai said truthfully, “Yes, ah. Second Young Master dismissed the servants and got up early to cook it himself.”
Although Bo Yueming didn’t let Uncle Kai reveal anything before he left and didn’t plan to ask for credit from Pei Yi for his kindness, as someone who had been there, Uncle Kai still felt that some things should have light shone on them.
Pei Yi chuckled and put down the bowl of porridge, taking the lead to drink the cup of hangover soup.
Uncle Kai sat to the side, feeling a little emotional. “When the Old Lady and the Second Young Master had accidents one after another, I was really afraid that the Second Young Master would be unable to make a comeback. Since Little Sir came to this house, everything has changed for the better.”
He sometimes felt that Pei Yi was the lucky star of their small family.
“Me?”
Pei Yi took a sip of the soup. It was tasty.
Uncle Kai nodded. “I used to work with the Old Lady, and I watched the Second Young Master grow up. He knew that he was ‘unfavored’ in this family. He had been alone since he was a child, and didn’t like to speak out.”
“Over the years, I think that Mr. Yan Cen is the only one who could be considered a close friend of his. If you ask me, the Second Young Master is the most vulnerable person in this family, and he takes everything into account.”
Previously, he thought that Pei Yi was a “little fool” and wouldn’t understand much, so Uncle Kai didn’t say what was in his heart.
Pei Yi drank the soup a little slower.
Uncle Kai hesitated for a moment, and then spoke with the caring tone of an elder, “Little Sir, did you have an argument a few days ago?”
Pei Yi thought of the ridiculous failure of his “escape” that night, and felt guilty. He said faintly, “Huh? There was no argument.”
“Really?”
Uncle Kai hesitated to speak, and paused for a moment before disclosing, “But the Second Young Master sat alone in the living room all night.”
“…….”
Pei Yi at once stopped drinking the soup, and felt indescribably sour. “He didn’t sleep all night?”
Why?
Was Bo Yueming afraid that he would sneak away again?
Uncle Kai met his doubtful eyes and nodded.
He had discovered it by accident when he woke up at three or four in the morning. He stood at the door and voiced a few words of persuasion, but Bo Yueming urged him to go back and “not disturb Pei Yi’s sleep.”
Uncle Kai didn’t get to the bottom of it, but said in a roundabout way, “Little Sir, if you encounter any unhappy things in the future, don’t keep it inside without saying anything. Just say it up front.”
“Otherwise, with the Second Young Master’s temperament, the more he cares about a person, the more he will care about that person’s thoughts.”
He would keep guessing about the thoughts of the person he cared about, and take into account his bottom line. He would have grievances, confusion, and sadness, but keep silent.
The wine wall was Bo Yueming’s collection, and was one of the few outlets for him to vent over the years.
Pei Yi thought this over, and responded in a low voice, “I see.”
Uncle Kai quit while he was ahead. “Look at me, I talk more the older I get. Little Sir, hurry and eat.”
Pei Yi laughed and casually changed the subject. “Uncle Kai, I’m craving spicy crab for lunch today.”
“Ai! I’ll have the servants prepare it straight away!”
After Uncle Kai left, Pei Yi finished drinking the hangover soup that Bo Yueming had personally made. He noticed the bruise on his arm, and when he brought it closer, he smelled medicinal wine.
He didn’t think too deeply. It should be the medicine that Bo Yueming applied when he was asleep.
Pei Yi recalled what Uncle Kai had said just now, and after hesitating for a moment, he still picked up his phone and opened WeChat.
Even though Bo Yueming had already been added as a friend, the chat box between the two was blank.
Pei Yi thought for a while, then took a picture of the bottom of the soup cup—
“Er-ge, it was a bit salty.”
Pei Yi had originally thought that Bo Yueming would be busy with work and not reply immediately, but he unexpectedly heard the vibration of his cell phone within half a minute.
“—Okay, I’ll pay attention next time. I applied the medicinal wine to your arm while you were asleep this morning. Don’t lift anything heavy for a couple of days.”
A smile flashed through Pei Yi’s eyes, and he typed, “Got it, aren’t you busy right now?”
“—Busy, there’s a meeting.”
He had typed a long paragraph just now, but now that it was down to business, his answer became extremely concise.
Pei Yi became playful, and typed teasingly.
“Tsk, tsk.”
“The General Manager also slacks off during meetings?”
“You’re not concentrating, Er-ge.”
Bo Yueming’s reply came quickly: “Don’t make trouble on purpose. Be good.”
“…….”
Pei Yi stared at this pampering and helpless request, and felt that he could imagine Bo Yueming’s expression and tone when he said this.
He inexplicably let out a hot breath of air, and was just about to put down his phone, but it vibrated again with a notification.
He tapped on it, and saw a picture of a white cat curled up sleeping.
Pei Yi was taken aback, thinking that Bo Yueming had sent it by mistake, but the text sent by the other party immediately explained everything—
“This came up on my feed. It looks like you when you’re sleeping, very cute.”
“……..”
Pei Yi’s eyes moved back and forth between the picture and text, and within ten seconds, the roots of his ears turned red.
. . . . . .
Imperial Capital First Central Hospital.
Pei Yi looked at the multistory building and mumbled grumpily, “If I had known, I would have stayed at home and not gone to headquarters to find you.”
The structure of “The Last Fog 1.0” had been completed, and now the art team was the busiest department.
Pei Yi had completed the script structure of a new game this week, and the auction was still in progress. He had nothing to do at home, and wanted to go to the legendary “Bo Group” to widen his horizons.
Unexpectedly, Bo Yueming brought him there as soon as he finished his work.
Bo Yueming noticed Pei Yi’s unwillingness. “Don’t go up, stay in the car and wait for me.”
Nine days ago, Cheng Yangshan collapsed in a fit of anxiety and was sent to the hospital by Bo Lihong for emergency treatment
The old man had a strong will to live. It was said that after an hour, there were no major problems after various inspections.
Logically speaking, he should have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago, but he just stayed in the ward and refused to leave.
Pei Yi sneered in disdain. “The old man felt ashamed and deliberately pretend to be ill in order to attract the attention of the second branch, so that he could regain the prestige of the ‘head of the family?’”
Bo Yueming didn’t deny it. “En, I’ll go through the motions and come back.”
Even if he didn’t like it, he still had to put on a show so that outsiders couldn’t use it against him in the future.
Cheng Yangshan’s VIP ward was on the top floor of the inpatient department, and there was an exclusive elevator that went directly to it.
When Bo Yueming and Lin Zhong arrived at the door of the ward, the steward Lao Shen came over with an understated deterrent in his tone. “Second Young Master, the Old Sir has already fallen asleep after getting an injection.”
Bo Yueming’s eyes hidden under the lenses shifted—
Cheng Yangshan was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. Whether he was really sleeping or pretending to do so, each of them knew in their hearts.
“Then I won’t bother him.” Bo Yueming didn’t intend to waste time here. “When the old man wakes up, Steward Shen, please let him know that I came here.”
He casually said a few words, then left the ward with Lin Zhong’s assistance.
The door slammed shut.
Cheng Yangshan on the hospital bed opened his cloudy eyes, and there was no joy in them. “Lao Shen, please call and ask if Guancheng left the detention center today. It’s already this late, why hasn’t he come out yet?”
Steward Lao Shen approached. “Don’t worry, Old Sir, I will call and ask.”
. . . . . .
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Bo Yueming dropped his disguise.
Lin Zhong wondered in a low voice: “Mr. Bo, the old man was just pretending to be asleep, right?”
Bo Yueming was indifferent. “That’s right. I was afraid Pei Yi would be bored waiting in the car.”
Lin Zhong ate a mouthful of dog food out of the blue and endeavored to get back on topic. “Mr. Bo, the old man is not still siding with the main branch at this time, is he?”
Bo Yueming shook his head, seeing everything clearly. “No matter who he is siding with, it is impossible for that person to be me.”
After that last dispute at the main house, Cheng Yangshan may continue to assist Bo Lihui and Bo Guancheng, and it was also possible to change his stance and stand in line with Bo Lihong and Bo Jiao of the second branch, but the only one he would not favor was Bo Yueming.
The reason was very simple. Bo Yueming had always been on Old Mrs. Bo’s side.
Whether in the past or in the future, his surname would always be Bo Peizhi’s “Bo,” and never Cheng Yangshan’s “Cheng.”
The elevator went straight down.
The moment Bo Yueming stepped out of the elevator, he bumped into a familiar figure.
Lin Zhong standing behind him reacted in a timely manner and sounded a reminder: “Mr. Bo, the Eldest Young Master is here too.”
“…….”
When Bo Guancheng heard this address, hatred flared up in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you for a few days, and your assistant has changed the way he addresses me very quickly.”
After ten days of absence, Bo Guancheng’s status seemed to have changed a lot.
Without the fancy, luxurious clothing of the past, he only wore a light gray-black sweater at the moment.
His overly long hair covered a portion of his eyebrows and eyes, and gray-blue stubble hung on his face, making him look so humble that he didn’t have the slightest aura of a wealthy man.
Faced with Bo Guancheng’s questioning, Bo Yueming calmly pretended to be ‘blind.” “Dage? Why didn’t you tell me in advance you were coming back today, so that your family could welcome you home?”
“Stop with your fake kindness!”
“Bo Yueming, to this day, do you still really think I will be fooled by you? Tell me! Did you bribe Lin Na?”
Bo Guancheng’s originally gentle mask at last could not hold up at all, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Ten days of detention seemed like ten years to him, a painful torture that took him from heaven to hell!
Bo Guancheng was replaying it all every day, resenting every day—
His self-control had always been good, so why did he lose control of himself after drinking that day!
Cloudtop’s confidentiality measures had always been safe, so how did the police get his room number that day!
Sister Qiu was the boss of Cloudtop, and her guests being arrested was of no advantage to her. Besides Bo Yueming, who else would drive him to his doom in such a way?
Facing Bo Guancheng’s anger, Bo Yueming calmly took the upper hand. “Since Dage suspects me and Lin Na, why don’t you confess to the police and ask them to investigate all of this? Do you dare not?”
“…….”
Bo Guancheng couldn’t speak due to anger, and his hands clenched into fists.
Why did he not confess? Why did he not dare?
Bo Yueming’s eyes were frigid, and he knew the answer better than the person in front of him—
Because the drugs came from Bo Guancheng and Cloudtop, even if Lin Na was found, what evidence was there that she drugged him? If they got to the bottom of it, it was Bo Guancheng who first thought of setting up the trap to hurt someone!
It was lifting a rock and dropping it on his own foot!
Now that it hurt, what right did he have to cry out?
“This time in the detention center was difficult, wasn’t it? Dage might as well take the opportunity to stay at home and rest.” Bo Yueming hid his ruthlessness behind a gentle facade. “Our second branch will take over your position as general manager, as well as your projects.”
Hearing these words, Bo Guancheng’s heart burned fiercely. He had already learned about the general situation from Bo Lihui—
First, it was Bo Yueming’s schemes that caused him to be arrested, and in the end, it was Bo Jiao who brought this matter to the shareholders with decision-making power, which resulted in him being suspended and losing his projects!
And because Old Mr. Bo was eager to protect him, he lost the hearts of the second branch and the family in general.
Bo Yueming had not been accepted by Bo Lihong and his wife Xue Min for more than twenty years, but now they had joined hands to deal with the main branch? He was not a family member, and truly couldn’t enter the family.
Bo Guancheng scoffed coldly. “Bo Yueming, what are you so proud of? Do you think that my uncle and aunt will treat you as their own son? They just want to use your hands to bring me down.”
“Yes, my general manager position is temporarily suspended, but the benefits all fall on Bo Jiao.”
Bo Guancheng approached Bo Yueming and patted his shoulder hard. “Tell me, are you still satisfied to be used by others? After you were blinded, is this the only ability you have left?”
When Lin Zhong nearby heard Bo Guancheng’s words, he lowered his eyes to hide his contempt.
This young man had only been in the detention center for ten days, so why was his mind so broken?
Mr. Bo just couldn’t be bothered to take over the mess and projects he left behind, and Third Young Lady Bo was at best a deputy general manager. After this series of incidents, she was only in charge for the time being.
Wasn’t it clear who would win and who would lose?
Bo Yueming took Bo Guancheng’s hand on his shoulder and flung it off. “Don’t worry about it.”
Bo Guancheng narrowed his eyes and said harshly, “Bo Yueming, don’t think that these ten days will change everything. Just wait and see.”
Bo Yueming ignored his meaningless provocation. “Lin Zhong, let’s go.”
“…….”
The “punch” he had accumulated for ten days hit cotton, and there was no way to vent his grievances.
Bo Guancheng stared at their backs as they left, the hatred in his heart growing more and more until Bo Yueming’s figure completely disappeared from sight. He just got on the elevator without looking back.
. . . . . .
Inside the car.
Bo Yueming briefly described to Pei Yi what had happened just now.
Pei Yi nodded knowingly. “I wondered why you hadn’t come out after so long. It turned out that you met that dog again halfway.”
Lin Zhong in the front row couldn’t help but turn around and join the discussion. “If you ask me, it’s too cheap to detain him for only ten days!”
“The longest detention of this nature is fifteen days. Bo Lihong was sure to seek out many connections for this affair.” Bo Yueming was unsurprised by the length of Bo Guancheng’s sentence. “Ten days is already longer than I had estimated.”
Lin Zhong nodded. “Mr. Bo, I almost didn’t recognize Bo Guancheng just now. Doesn’t he spend a lot of time on his appearance?”
He didn’t take care of it at all today.
The comparison just now made Bo Yueming’s facial features even more superior in contrast, and Bo Guancheng’s more mediocre.
Pei Yi understood the strangeness, and was disdainful. “As soon as he came out, he planned to sell his misery. It seems that Chang Yangshan’s heart is still inclined toward Bo Guancheng, and there is no way to deter him.”
The driver Lao Fu glanced into the rearview mirror. As a layman, he worried, “Bo Guancheng just temporarily put aside the position of general manager. He has come out now. If the old man is still helping the main branch, will he return to headquarters soon?”
“Return?”
Pei Yi and Bo Yueming looked at each other with tacit understanding.
Now that they had pulled Bo Guancheng from his high position in Bo Group, the other party could not return easily.
Bo Yueming asked, “Lin Zhong, I asked you to contact the online media earlier. Have you settled it?”
Lin Zhong replied, “En, they’ve already been contacted, and are just waiting on Mr. Bo to speak.”
Bo Yueming said calmly, “Okay, have them expose Bo Guancheng’s arrest for soliciting prostitutes, and find a wave of trolls in the industry. The more hype public opinion holds, the better.”
Initially, it was suppressed because Bo Guancheng was still in the position of general manager, and too much commotion would affect headquarters, but now it was just the opposite—
This sort of scandal was more irritating than time sensitive. If they wanted to make a big fuss, it was best for the group to issue an official announcement to make clear Bo Guancheng’s resignation, completely killing any possibility of him making a comeback.
Lin Zhong said: “Okay, I’ll make the arrangements now.”
Pei Yi thought of something, and smiled slyly. “By the way, you can contact the Third Young Lady later and ask her to tell Xue Min that if there are any banquets or afternoon tea parties recently, she will go out and stretch her legs more.”
The phrase “stretch her legs” had a particularly connotative bite.
Lin Zhong couldn’t figure it out. “Little Sir, what do you mean?”
Bo Yueming heard his bad intentions and smiled.
On the surface, this wealthy family was dazzling, generous, and decent, but in private, there was no shortage of gossip and ridicule.
Public opinion that broke out online could be said to be “fake,” but what about getting the same facts about a person “whoring” from his close relative?
Pei Yi not only wanted to make Bo Guancheng lose his position as the general manager of the group, but also wanted to make him lose his reputation in the wealthy circle!
Back then, didn’t they want to use “same-sex marriage” to cut off Bo Yueming’s future and make him a joke among the wealthy families? Then let him ask, who would be willing to marry off their precious daughter to a person with a record of “soliciting prostitutes?”
If you did something bad, people would naturally hear about it.
Bo Guancheng used to hide so much malice beneath a gentle and decent facade, but now, he should prepare to be maliciously counterattacked!
Bo Yueming had to admire his kitten’s ability to play tricks on people, and indulged him. “Lin Zhong, just do as he said. The Aunt Xue and Bo Jiao mother and daughter will understand.”
Lin Zhong and Lao Fu exchanged glances and were in agreement.
Seeing how confident the Second Young Master and Little Sir were in their strategizing, they knew that Bo Guancheng would have no good fruit to eat in the future. The wretch deserved it!
. . . . . . .
Dinner ended.
Pei Yi, who had returned to the room, opened the auction page of Youtu to have a look.
His newly-designed game was called “Under the Deep Sea.” As the name suggested, it was an adventure story about the deep sea, with different diving heights as the divisions between levels.
The biggest highlight of this game was the construction of marine life. Some of the biological content that appeared in the game was derived from actual nature, and another part from fiction.
Of course, text content alone was not enough.
If this game was to achieve a “small explosion,” money must at least be spent on the game screens and sound effects, and he must strive to create a top-notch “deep sea fear” experience for gamers.
Pei Yi set the auction price of “Under the Deep Sea” at 300,000 yuan, with an additional auction starting at 50,000 yuan.
One was his responsible attitude toward original games, and the second was to use high prices to deter some small companies that were temporarily unable to make money.
But it was only one day since the auction began, and the current copyright price was stuck at 550,000.
Pei Yi was already very satisfied with the progress of the price, and was about to go offline when he glimpsed the time and date in the lower right corner of his screen from the corner of his eye—
November 15th?
Wasn’t tomorrow Pei Huan and Li Yuan’s birthday?
Pei Yi’s expression grew tangled when he remembered this important matter—
According to the plot development in the original text, tomorrow would be the juncture where the histories of the “True and False Young Masters” would be revealed. It was only that many “plot trajectories” had changed since he transmigrated.
Then would everything happen the next day like it did in the book?
Pei Yi thought of Li Yuan’s change after learning about his past, and unconsciously became anxious for his friend.
Knock, knock—
The knock on the door interrupted Pei Yi’s muddled thoughts. He opened the door to find Bo Yueming holding a plate of freshly prepared fruit. “Uncle Kai asked me to bring this up for you. Do you want to eat in the living room?”
“Meow-wu~”
Inspector pulled at Bo Yueming’s trouser leg, tilting its head curiously.
Pei Yi responded affirmatively and picked up Inspector on the way.
The two people sat down on the sofa.
Bo Yueming placed the fruit tray in front of Pei Yi, asking casually, “Do you have time tomorrow night?”
Pei Yi forked up a small piece of apple. “Huh?”
“Yan Cen just called. He said it’s been a long time since we got together, and he wants to make an appointment for dinner tomorrow.” Bo Yueming confessed straightforwardly, with a hint of invitation. A family member can be brought. Do you want to go with me?”
He always felt before that Pei Yi paid too much attention to his friend, but now he had no such extraneous thoughts. Instead, he just wanted to show the kitten off in front of the other party.
Pei Yi was distracted by the phrase “family member,” and asked unthinkingly, “Where are you going?”
“Yan Cen determined the location.”
Bo Yueming thought about it for a moment. “Haodu. Their family has two dining floors, and they do a good job.”
“……..”
When Pei Yi heard the name of this overly-familiar restaurant, his heart skipped a beat.
How had he forgotten?!
On the day that the pasts of the “Real and Fake Young Masters” were revealed, along with Pei Huan and Li Yuan, the core characters Bo Yueming and Yan Cen were naturally present as well!
Now that they were at this juncture, would the gears of fate continue to turn?
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