Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

Pei Luonan saw the message from Kong Haoyu during breakfast.

The millet porridge in the bowl was steaming. He stirred it gently with a silver spoon, his eyes falling on the words on the phone screen: "Boss, Miss Gu's work has been put on track. She is currently living in a temporary station at the foot of the mountain with her teammate Ling Jiuer."

A photo, taken from a distance, was attached to the bottom of the screen. Gu Fanxing, dressed in blue overalls and a simple ponytail, was squatting on a loess slope, her back to the camera. She seemed to be holding some tool, her movements focused as if she were completing a delicate instrument. Pei Luonan's fingertips gently caressed the screen, brushing against the edge of her windblown clothes. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting sharp streaks of light and shadow on the back of his hand, a striking reflection of the resolve hidden in his eyes.

"Inspect Yang County's signal coverage. Have the branch follow up immediately." His voice was steady and flawless, as if he were planning a well-planned business merger. "Ensure there are no blind spots for 4G signal within three kilometers of the site."

"Got it, President Pei." Kong Haoyu's voice was as sharp as usual, mixed with a hint of subtle gossip. "Also, the Long family just sent someone to ask for peace, saying they're willing to give up the land in the south of the city..."

"Don't worry about it." Pei Luonan interrupted him, tapping the table with his fingertips, evenly rhythmic and with unquestionable control. "Proceed as planned. I want Long to completely withdraw from the East China market before next week."

There is no need to waste extra energy dealing with clowns.

But those who dare to disturb him with despicable means must pay the price. This is not revenge, but a rule - in his world, anyone who tries to hurt Gu Fanxing does not deserve forgiveness.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The height of the seventeenth floor was enough to overlook half of Huacheng. In his eyes, the hustle and bustle of traffic was nothing but flowing blocks of color. Everything was running on a predetermined track, including the "escape" that seemed out of control.

In the photo sent by Kong Haoyu, Gu Fanxing was squatting on the loess slope cleaning porcelain pieces.

He enlarged the picture and could clearly see the mud spots on her overalls and the slight curve of her fingers holding the brush.

She thought she had escaped to the mountains thousands of miles away, but she didn't know that every move she made was within his sight.

"Want to run?" Pei Luonan chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing her outline on the glass, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes, "No matter how far you run, you have to come back to me."

He opened the drawer and found a stack of documents neatly stacked inside.

Pressed underneath was the letter of intent for cooperation between the Pei Group and the State Administration of Cultural Heritage. He had already asked the Ministry of Justice to draft the final version of the special fund for the protection and research of Yang County ruins.

This was not a sudden idea, but a long-planned one.

From the moment he discovered Long Weiwei's little trick, he anticipated Gu Fanxing's possible reaction. He knew her pride and defensiveness better than anyone else.

Instead of waiting for her to leave with doubts, it is better to go with the flow and let her stay in what she thinks is a "safe zone" for a while.

What he wanted was never to trap her, but to make her understand that no matter where she escaped to, he had the ability to provide a roof over her head.

"Mr. Pei, Jiheng's video conference is ready." Kong Haoyu's voice came from outside the door.

"I understand." Pei Luonan adjusted his tie. His features carried the usual coldness of a businessman, but deep within his eyes, a subtle tenderness lingered.

During the video conference, Ji Heng was holding a document and yelling, "Luonan, are you crazy? You're spending so much money on an archaeological project? And it's a folk kiln site in a remote mountainous area!"

Pei Luonan leaned back in the leather chair, his tone calm but with unquestionable authority: "Every investment made by the Pei family has an expected return. The cultural value of the Yang County ruins is worth the price."

"Come on." Ji Heng rolled his eyes. "Do you think I can't see? You want to go to Yang County and 'accidentally run into' Miss Gu under the guise of investment? You chased the girl to the archaeological team..."

"I don't want a chance encounter." Pei Luonan interrupted him, his eyes sweeping across the project budget table on the screen, his fingertips lightly tapping the column "On-site protection expert team", "What I want is to be a permanent resident of the site as a project partner."

Ji Heng was stunned. "Permanent? Are you crazy? You're a CEO worth hundreds of billions, and you're going to the mountains to hide in ruins?"

"Is there a problem?" Pei Luonan's tone carried a hint of oppression, "Or does Ji want to take over this project?"

"No, no, no!" Ji Heng immediately waved his hands. "I'm just expressing my feelings. President Pei, for love, is really... very dedicated."

Pei Luonan didn't respond and turned off the video conference.

He walked over to the safe, punched in the combination, and pulled out a red velvet box.

The moment he opened it, the platinum ring shone with a warm light under the light, and the word "Stars" engraved on the inside of the ring was engraved by him personally.

He would personally put this ring on her hand at the most appropriate time, next to the ruins she was familiar with.

In front of her teammates, in front of the porcelain pieces that witnessed her concentration and passion, he told everyone - this girl is the one that Pei Luonan has chosen.

This was the "big explanation" he gave her.

It was not empty words or weak excuses, but actions that wove an impenetrable net, allowing her to see his determination and understand that he wanted to participate in her world and dominate her future.

He walked to the bookshelf and opened the archaeological notes that Gu Fanxing had left with him.

When he saw her write, "The glaze color of the celadon porcelain requires the right time and place," he picked up his pen and wrote a note next to it: "The human heart is the same, it requires just the right amount of persistence." His persistence means that no matter how far she runs, he has the ability and patience to walk to her step by step.

As the lights in Huacheng lit up one after another, Pei Luonan stood at the window, looking at the city he controlled, with a confident arc on his lips.

He seemed to have seen that day——

He was wearing the same blue overalls as hers, standing on the loess slopes of Yang County. He looked into her surprised eyes, handed her the ring, and said in a clear and firm voice, "Gu Fanxing, your archaeological team needs an investor, and you... need a boyfriend. I'll take care of both of these roles."

At that time, she might blush, stamp her feet, and want to turn around and run away again. But he would hold her hand tightly and tell her: "This time, you can't run away."

Because he is Pei Luonan, he is used to controlling everything, including the love he recognizes.

And Gu Fanxing was destined to be the most perfect ending in his plan.

Feelings may be like firing porcelain. You can’t be impatient or anxious. You need to have just the right temperature and enough patience to fire out the most gentle glaze.

Pei Luonan picked up his phone and sent a message to Kong Haoyu: "Please help me find out which organization is responsible for coordinating the protection project of the Yang County ruins."

Kong Haoyu replied almost instantly: "Why are you checking this? You want to invest in archaeology? Boss, in order to pursue a girl, you want to cross over into the cultural industry?"

Pei Luonan looked at the screen, a faint smile on his lips. So what if it was a crossover? He was willing.

What he wanted to do was not to pull her back into his world, but to... walk into her world and appear before her in an identity that she couldn't refuse.

As for the "big explanation", he already had an idea.

He wanted to tell her in the place she was most familiar with, in the way she cared about most: those news were fake, and she was the only one in his heart; he wanted to tell her: he understood her escape, but this time, he would not let her run away again.

The sunlight outside the window grew brighter and brighter, shining on the rehabilitation training plan on the desk.

His right leg recovered faster than expected, and the doctor said he would be able to walk briskly in another two weeks. Just in time for the release of the interim cleanup report for the Yang County ruins.

He was not in a hurry because he knew that this time, she couldn't escape.