I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Miharin Three-Star Restaurant.

One of the top restaurants in Jinghai.

Located in the most bustling area of ​​the city center, it occupies an entire building.

The cheapest cars parked at the entrance start at a million.

Gu Yan followed Pei Youyi inside.

He froze as soon as he entered the door.

This place is so luxurious.

The entire hall has a high ceiling, over ten meters high, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the dome.

The lamp was five or six meters wide, and countless crystals refracted a rainbow of colors under its light.

The walls are covered with genuine works, including landscapes by masters of traditional Chinese painting and portraits by famous oil painters.

The floor is paved with a single piece of marble, with natural patterns, and it feels warm and smooth to walk on.

Waiters in tailcoats moved among the crowd, carrying silver trays, their movements as graceful as if they were dancing.

A faint fragrance wafted in the air; I couldn't tell if it was from incense or the smell of food.

Gu Yan glanced around the hall.

There are at least thirty or forty tables.

The tables are spaced far enough apart, providing excellent privacy.

But at this moment, almost everyone at the table was looking in one direction.

Gu Yan followed their gaze.

Then he saw Pei Yuran.

She was sitting by the window.

That location is the best in the entire restaurant.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer the most beautiful night view of Jinghai.

The lights of thousands of homes outside the window resemble a flowing galaxy.

Pei Yuran sat there alone.

Several exquisite appetizers were already laid out on the table, but she didn't touch them.

She just sat there, looking out the window.

Her profile, illuminated by the light, was breathtakingly beautiful.

That face was aloof and exquisitely beautiful, like a work of art sculpted from ice and snow.

Her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks.

I don't know when, but the hat and the thing covering it disappeared.

She changed into a simple white long dress, with the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone.

The skirt hem falls to the ankles, outlining a slender waist and just the right curves.

He sat there, looking like a painting.

A painting that you can't take your eyes off.

Gu Yan noticed that the young men at the nearby tables had their eyes practically glued to Pei Yuran.

There was a man in a white suit holding a wine glass, pretending to drink, but his eyes kept glancing this way.

Several of his friends next to him were also whispering about something, occasionally laughing.

There was another person wearing a black shirt who turned to the side, propped his chin on his hand, and stared openly.

If he didn't have some manners, he probably would have drooled.

Gu Yan could understand.

A beauty of Pei Yuran's caliber is hard to find anywhere in the entire Great Xia Dynasty, let alone Jinghai.

That aloof temperament, that sense of detachment that keeps people at arm's length.

Yet it is breathtakingly beautiful.

This contradictory feeling is what makes people most fascinated.

There were a few young men who looked eager to try.

One of them, wearing a dark blue suit, put down his wine glass and straightened his tie.

He stood up and took two steps toward Pei Yuran.

then.

He saw Pei Youyi.

The young man in the dark blue suit's expression changed instantly.

It turned deathly pale.

He stood frozen in place, as if he had been immobilized by a spell.

Then he turned around abruptly and strode back to his seat.

My legs were shaking when I sat down.

The person next to him asked quietly what was wrong.

He lowered his voice and spoke very quickly.

"The head of the Pei family, Pei Youyi."

"That seated one is her daughter, the number one sword immortal of the Pei family."

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

The expressions of the people nearby also changed.

They all lowered their heads in unison, not daring to look in that direction again.

The young men at the other tables also saw Pei Youyi.

They immediately averted their gaze and sat up straight.

Pretend nothing happened.

The head of the Pei family.

A family of sword immortals.

These four words carry immense weight within the Jinghai circle.

It was so heavy that they didn't even dare to look at it twice.

Gu Yan looked at this scene and felt a little amused.

But I couldn't bring myself to laugh.

Because he felt that his hand was being held.

very tight.

It is Pei Youyi.

Gu Yan was stunned.

He turned his head and looked at Pei Youyi.

Pei Youyi was also looking at him.

There was an emotion in those gentle eyes that he couldn't understand.

Then she smiled slightly.

She took his hand and led him toward Pei Yuran.

Gu Yan was completely devastated.

What's going on?

Aunt Youyi barely paid any attention to him the whole way.

They walked very fast, without even turning their heads back.

He thought she was sulking.

Why did you take his hand as soon as you walked in?

And why are they holding each other so tightly?

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But Pei Youyi had already led him to Pei Yuran.

The young men around them stared wide-eyed.

They looked at Pei Youyi, then at Gu Yan.

That pale, sickly-looking pretty boy.

She is indeed good-looking.

She has delicate features, fair skin, and gentle eyes and brows.

But no one has ever seen it.

Is there such a person in the Jinghai circle?

more importantly.

The head of the Pei family was holding his hand.

They were holding hands very tightly.

What does this tell us?

At the same time, a thought popped into everyone's mind.

Could it be that……

Is the head of the Pei family also reaching a certain age?

You found one too?

Holy crap.

If this news gets out, the entire Jinghai area will be in an uproar.

Pei Youyi.

That's Pei Youyi.

The head of a family of sword immortals.

One of the most powerful women in the Great Xia Dynasty.

She's also so beautiful.

She politely declined numerous marriage proposals from wealthy and influential families.

I've been single for so many years.

Now, she is holding the hand of a handsome young man.

How can this not make people think?

The young men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

There are a few more; I've already started imagining them.

What domineering female CEO falls in love with me? What older sister's little puppy? What ceiling of younger man/older woman romance?

Various plot points swirled in my mind.

Gu Yan had no idea what these people were thinking.

But he could sense that those gazes were becoming increasingly strange.

He looked at Pei Youyi.

Pei Youyi remained as gentle as ever.

But she held his hand tightly, without letting go at all.

He then looked at Pei Yuran.

Pei Yuran had already turned her head.

Those icy blue eyes first fell on him.

Then, move it down.

It was moved to the hands that he and Pei Youyi were clasping.

Stationed.

Gu Yan felt as if the air around her had suddenly cooled down by a few degrees.

Pei Yuran stared at that hand.

Looked for a long time.

long time.

Then she looked up.

He looked at Pei Youyi.

He spoke up.

The voice remained cold and indifferent.

"Mother."

Why are you holding his hand?

Pei Youyi was taken aback.

She didn't expect her daughter to ask this question directly.

But she quickly realized what was happening.

He smiled.

"Xiao Yan is not in good health, I'm afraid he won't be able to walk steadily."

Gu Yan: "..."

That's an excuse.

He himself didn't believe it.

Pei Yuran didn't believe it either.

She just stared at Pei Youyi.

Those icy blue eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

But Pei Youyi knew that the more her daughter acted like this, the more it meant that something was on her mind.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Gu Yan stood in the middle, feeling like a sandwich filling.

It's the kind of situation where you're roasted from both ends.