I accidentally messed with a wealthy family, and my blind date was the CEO.

Pei Jingchuan approached, reached out and gently put his arm around her shoulders, and smoothed her hair that was slightly messy due to fatigue, "I don't care about waiting, I just hope you are safe."

Jiang Yuzhu felt warm in his heart and smiled slightly.

"Then, could you please take me home, Mr. Pei?"

Pei Jingchuan gently hugged her into his arms, lowered his head and placed a reassuring kiss on her forehead.

"Always okay."

The next day, the sunlight filtered through the lush treetops and dappled the spacious courtyard of the old house.

Pei Yanqing took Mengling directly back to the Pei family's old house.

Father Pei was sitting behind the big mahogany table in the study. When he learned the news, the newspaper in his hand trembled slightly.

Before he could react, the door was pushed open.

Pei Yanqing took a deep breath and said seriously: "Dad, Meng Ling and I are back."

Father Pei's eyes moved away from the newspaper and fell sharply and critically on the two young men.

There was no warmth in his tone: "What do you mean?!"

Pei Yanqing held Meng Ling's hand tightly and looked back firmly.

"Dad, I know what you are thinking, but I understand better that I cannot give up pursuing my own happiness because of expectations."

After a pause, he spoke again.

"I will never marry anyone except Meng Ling in this life!"

Although Meng Ling felt uneasy, her behavior remained decent and gentle.

She carefully bowed slightly to Father Pei, then turned to Mrs. Pei San and Mrs. Pei. Her voice was as thin as silk, but clear and loud.

"Auntie, grandma, hello."

Mrs. Pei San's eyes were filled with deep scrutiny, but under Mengling's polite greeting, her face softened slightly.

"Are you Meng Ling? I heard Yan Qing mention you."

Mrs. Pei, on the other hand, had a gentle old face, her eyes were slightly narrowed with a warm light, and she nodded with a smile.

"Come on, kid, come closer and let me have a look."

Mengling slowly approached. Mrs. Pei stretched out her trembling hand and patted the back of her hand gently. There was a hint of approval in her eyes: "Good, you have temperament. Yan Qing has good taste."

An imperceptible haze flashed across Father Pei's face. He slowly unfolded the trembling newspaper in his hand, his voice steady and powerful.

"Pei Yanqing, I have already negotiated with the Ning family. This marriage will be of immeasurable benefit to the Pei family and your future."

Pei Yanqing tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and tried to persuade him in the calmest tone.

"Dad, the Ning family is indeed a good family, but marriage should not be a transaction. My happiness is not measured by interests."

Meng Ling's eyes dimmed a little.

My background is far different from the Pei family's expectations, indeed...

But she still remained polite and respectful, and did not interrupt directly. She just held Pei Yanqing's hand tightly and supported him quietly.

Pei Yanqing saw his father's expressionless face and turned to Mrs. Pei who was sitting beside him.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and his tone of voice became softer unconsciously.

"Grandma, you have known me best since I was a child, and you know my heart for Meng Ling."

Mrs. Pei, who was observing everything from the sidelines, finally spoke slowly.

"Times have changed, and our Pei family has to keep up. Young people still have to pursue their own happiness."

After hearing this, Mrs. Pei San also comforted Father Pei softly: "Should we also consider the children's wishes?"

The meticulous rigidity on Father Pei's face seemed to begin to subtly melt. He was silent for a long time, looking at Pei Yanqing and Mengling, as if he was re-evaluating the young people in front of him.

Finally, he sighed softly and spoke slowly, his tone laced with imperceptible fatigue.

"I will discuss this matter with the Ning family in person, but Yan Qing, you have to make a promise to me. You will no longer be the fun-loving and rash young man you were before."

When Pei Yanqing heard this, he felt relieved. He knew that his father's words already meant a kind of flexibility and concession.

He nodded solemnly, his eyes showing unprecedented determination.

"I promise, Dad, I will use my own efforts to prove it to you."

The moment he finished speaking, the door was pushed open again.

Pei Yanqing's eyes lit up and he spoke happily.

"Brother, sister-in-law, you are here just in time. Dad has promised me that he will renegotiate the marriage with the Ning family."

Jiang Yuzhu smiled, his eyes unable to hide the happiness he felt for his friend, "Yan Qing, I'm really happy for you. Miss Meng Ling, congratulations."

Meng Ling responded with a grateful look. Her voice was low, as if the spring breeze was whispering over the water: "Thank you, sister Yuzhu."

At the dinner table, Jiang Yuzhu took care of Meng Ling with subtle eyes and small movements from time to time. His thoughts were so delicate that they could almost melt ice.

She selected Meng Ling's favorite dishes from the dish and asked softly: "Mengling, do you want to eat this?"

Mengling nodded, her eyes filled with deep gratitude: "Thank you, Sister Yuzhu."

After the meal, Uncle Pei found Pei Jingchuan with a somewhat serious expression. They were sitting in the study, their figures cast under the pale yellow light.

Uncle Pei spoke with a bit of testing in his tone: "Jingchuan, things in this company are getting more and more complicated. I hope you can share more of it."

Pei Jingchuan nodded slightly and said in a calm and powerful voice: "Third uncle, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion regarding the company's matters."

Uncle Pei's brows relaxed slightly. He knew that Pei Jingchuan had always been a concise and to the point person who didn't talk much, but once he made a promise, he would definitely do it.

A few days later, when Jiang Xianmei's birthday came, Pei Jingchuan and Jiang Yuzhu went to Meng's house to celebrate.

Although Pei Jingchuan has never been good at expressing himself, he always manages to make time for important days for Jiang Yuzhu's family.

The car stopped slowly in front of Meng's house. Jiang Yuzhu held an exquisite gift box in her hand. She said happily: "I hope aunt will like this."

Pei Jingchuan's eyes were soft, which was a rare expression he had in front of outsiders.

"Yuzhu, if you are so attentive, my aunt will naturally like it."

The atmosphere of the Meng family is warm and warm, making every guest feel at home.

When Jiang Yuzhu and Pei Jingchuan arrived, she stepped forward to greet them with a smile on her face.

"Yuzhu, Jingchuan, you are here, come in quickly."

Jiang Yuzhu handed over the gift, smiling as usual, looking at his aunt.

"Happy birthday, aunt, I carefully selected this for you."

Jiang Xianmei took the gift and the smile on her face became warmer: "As long as the person arrives, why do we prepare gifts every year?"

After saying this, she looked at Pei Jingchuan behind her and spoke softly.

"Jingchuan is here too, come in quickly, what are you doing at the door, kid?"