A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1531 - 294: On the Eve of the Storm – The Ideal Husband (First Update)_4

After a series of investigations, when Yan Nanxiao felt he was about to ascend to heaven, a member of the investigation team always asked him ambiguous questions during interrogation, such as about his usual relationship with Yan Nanmo...

At first, Yan Nanxiao didn’t react, until that person gently asked him, if he exposed Yan Nanmo, his punishment could be reduced, Yan Nanxiao suddenly understood.

It turned out he was just a pawn targeted at Yan Nanmo by those people. Of course, his relationship with Yan Nanmo wasn’t good, but saying so would mean the other party wouldn’t spare him, and Yan Nanmo certainly wouldn’t save him. Must he really spend the rest of his life in prison?

If it weren’t for Yan Nanmo, he wouldn’t have attracted these troubles, so, third brother, I’m sorry...

The interrogator was satisfied, and after he left, he first went to a place where there was no one to make a phone call and report on the work.

"Very well, with Yan Nanxiao’s confession, let’s see what Yan Nanmo does next."

After hanging up the phone, Dongfang Jian chuckled sinisterly.

Dongfang Yi asked, "Father, isn’t there a risk in doing this?"

"Everything comes with risks, Yiyi, remember, high risk, high reward. If we don’t take initiatives, we’ll have to passively endure."

Dongfang Yi nodded, agreeing with her father’s thoughts.

She opened her mouth, about to say something when Dongfang Jian said, "Dress nicely, and come out with me to meet a friend."

Dongfang Yi thought for a moment, nodded in response, returned to change into a beautiful and appropriate outfit, and followed Dongfang Jian out.

This was a Japanese-style teahouse; upon entering, there were two people seated at the wooden long table.

An old man with a sickly appearance and a handsome young man.

Upon seeing that man, her pupils slightly contracted, and her lips slowly curved up as she walked in after taking off her shoes.

The man’s back was straight, like tall bamboo, slowly brewing tea. Amid the swirling tea mist, his features became increasingly hazy and elegant, exuding an inexplicable gentle indifference.

Seeing people enter, the man’s brows and eyes remained lowered, still sitting like a statue. Dongfang Jian frowned slightly, thinking the man was too arrogant, and instantly felt displeased.

"Mr. Dongfang, it’s been a while." Pei Yu began with a string of coughs.

"Has Mr. Pei’s health been well lately?" Dongfang Jian sat down, placing a cup in front of him, pouring clear tea into it.

Dongfang Jian took a good look at this man, still expressionless, appearing particularly cold and indifferent.

Then it was Dongfang Yi, who smiled and nodded, "Thank you."

The man didn’t respond, holding the purple clay teacup, sipping gently, his movements carrying an elegant charm.

Dongfang Yi lowered her eyes with a light smile, raised it and took a sip. The tea was clear and bitter at first, with a lingering aftertaste, spreading from the tip of the tongue to the taste buds, it was truly a kind of enjoyment.

"Living one day at a time, let me introduce my heir, Pei Qinghan. Qinghan, these are Mr. Dongfang and Miss Dongfang."

Pei Qinghan nodded lightly.

Dongfang Jian laughed, "Like father, like son; Young Master Pei truly resembles Mr. Pei in his youth."

Pei Yu’s eyes squinted with laughter; nothing made him happier than hearing compliments about Pei Qinghan.

As the conversation continued, they started discussing their children’s marriages. Pei Yu sighed, "Qinghan is not getting any younger, I’ve worried myself gray over his marriage."

"Parents are all the same; as for my Yiyi, I don’t know what kind of man will be worthy of her in the future."

Dongfang Yi timely showed a shy smile, protesting, "Dad, why are you saying this?"

"Look, she’s blushing," Dongfang Jian teased.

"Miss Dongfang is dignified and gentle; surely she will find an ideal mate," Pei Yu smiled.

"Then, I will accept your good words." With that, her gaze wandered over Pei Qinghan.

Pei Qinghan didn’t even look at the two, suddenly stood up, "I have something to do, so I’ll leave now, excuse me." With that, he was about to leave.

Pei Yu’s expression changed, yelling, "Stop right there."

Pei Qinghan glanced sideways, said lightly, "I won’t marry any woman you arrange; you’d better give up on that idea." With that, he walked away.

Simply gave no face at all.

Pei Yu’s face turned blue with anger, coughing a few times, his cane hitting the floor, "Ungrateful son."

Dongfang Jian thought to himself that this Pei Qinghan was indeed proud, and might be difficult to control in the future, his thoughts also became less.

Dongfang Yi turned her head to look in the direction the man left, her gaze slightly flashing, she said with a smile, "I heard that Young Master Pei recognized Miss Ji as his sister. I haven’t congratulated Mr. Pei on gaining another daughter." Her tone was full of sarcasm.

Hearing this, Pei Yu grew more agitated, "That kid is just out there making trouble...." With that, he glanced at Dongfang Yi, and said, "Miss Dongfang, don’t overthink, Qinghan really doesn’t have those kinds of frivolous intentions...."

"I know." Dongfang Yi smiled, "I believe in Young Master Pei’s character."

Pei Yu looked at her with surprise, "Could it be, Miss Dongfang...?"