A Powerful Backer Means the Pervert Can't Escape

Pei Household's old residence.

The atmosphere was tense.

An elegant old man sat upright in the middle of the sofa, taking a light sip of coffee as his gaze swept over the two men kneeling properly before him.

Pei Jianchang, his face full of anger, looked at his son and could not help feeling a surge of fury. However, since the person with the most authority in the Pei Household was seated beside him, he did not dare speak for the moment.

"I more or less understand the whole matter."

Old Master Song, the distinguished and refined elder holding the coffee, spoke unhurriedly.

Pei Jiaqian held his head in both hands and shot his second uncle a sideways glance.

"It's all your fault, you old pervert. Now I have to kneel as punishment too."

"Your father is the one making you kneel, not mine."

Pei Louxuan, who was also kneeling properly, gave a sidelong smile.

Pei Jiaqian pursed his lips and turned his gaze toward his second grandfather. His eyes were damp, and combined with his somewhat sickly complexion, anyone who saw him would feel pity for him.

"Second Grandpa... can you tell Dad to stop making me kneel? The stitches in my leg are pulling, and it hurts a little..." Pei Jiaqian lowered his eyes, his brows faintly furrowed.

"Jiaqian, your leg is injured? Let Second Grandpa take a look."

Old Master Song set down his coffee and reached out to pull Pei Jiaqian to his feet.

"Well... Dad, Jiaqian is just being delicate. He just doesn't want to be punished..."

Pei Jianchang spoke guiltily from the side, signaling with his eyes for Pei Jiaqian to go wherever he pleased and stop causing trouble.

Pei Jiaqian paid no attention whatsoever to his biological father's mildly reproachful gaze. He merely frowned, rolled up his pant leg, lifted the hem of his shirt, and then pulled down his high black collar.

When he saw the countless wounds, large and small, on the youngest of the Pei Household's generation, Old Master Song was so angry that he choked and coughed twice. He waved for Pei Jiaqian to sit to the side.

"Dad... you know about it too. Jiaqian entered a marriage alliance with the vice mayor's omega some time ago. This brat wanted to run away from the marriage, so I... taught him a lesson..."

The more Pei Jianchang spoke, the guiltier he became.

"You discipline your son, then I'll discipline mine. Pei Jianchang, kneel beside your second brother until I'm satisfied before getting up."

Old Master Song curled his toes slightly, his tone calm yet naturally imposing.

"There are so many people here, Dad..." Pei Jianchang gave a placating smile.

"I don't want to say it a second time."

Watching his biological father and second uncle kneeling side by side before his second grandfather, Pei Jiaqian knew he had found exactly the right person to back him up.

Sitting obediently on the edge of the sofa, he gazed at Ye Qingpu, who was unconscious on the sofa, with eyes full of concern. Perhaps because he had been injected with some medication, Ye Qingpu's pleasant pheromone scent had faded considerably.

Seeing his reddened eyes, trembling lashes, and the bloody marks around his wrists and ankles from being bound, Pei Jiaqian glanced at Pei Louxuan before gently taking Ye Qingpu's hand in heartache.

God knew how terrified he had been when he knocked out the men who had suddenly appeared to block him in the restroom, only to return and find Ye Qingpu gone.

He wanted to make a call, only to discover that his phone had already been switched off.

After returning to the restroom and waking the unconscious men by splashing water over them, he had, for once, skillfully forced them to reveal Ye Qingpu's whereabouts. He just had not expected what they told him to be a decoy prepared in advance by Pei Louxuan.

When he sped for several hours to reach the designated location, he found the place completely empty.

Only then did Pei Jiaqian realize he had been tricked.

After questioning the bodyguards Ye Qingpu had initially stationed in the shadows, Pei Jiaqian vaguely guessed that his high-born second uncle had taken him away.

One thing subdued another. Without another word, Pei Jiaqian called his second grandfather, then asked Huo Sili to use his connections in the country to locate Ye Qingpu. After that, he immediately drove at top speed toward Harbor City.

The moment he kicked open the tightly shut operating room door and saw the lifeless person on the operating table, Pei Jiaqian froze. His thoughts were abruptly dragged back to that rainy night years ago...

But it lasted only a moment. He came back to himself, forcibly suppressing the urge to kill his second uncle, and wrapped Ye Qingpu in an embrace as gentle as could be.

The person on the sofa stirred uneasily, then suddenly opened his frightened eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Brother."

Pei Jiaqian hurriedly comforted him, raising a hand to gently stroke his hair.

Ye Qingpu's pupils contracted as he stared blankly at the person before him.

Then he lifted a hand to rub his aching temples. After confirming it was not a dream, he propped himself up with one hand against the sofa backrest. The surgical gown tied behind him had come half loose, leaving his body feeling chilly.

The instant he noticed the unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar people, Ye Qingpu was stunned.

Pei Jiaqian wrapped a blanket around him, drew him closer into his arms by the waist, and explained, "This is my grandfather's home. We came here to seek justice for you."

Ye Qingpu's head was foggy, but he processed the information as quickly as possible. When he saw Pei Louxuan kneeling on the floor, his eyes turned cold and contemptuous. So you have a day like this too.

Pei Louxuan met his gaze without any attempt to avoid it, one brow lifting slightly.

Ye Qingpu looked away with a disdainful snort. He had known it. Since they shared the surname Pei, these people were bound to be related somehow.

Pei Jiaqian was amused by his expression. He tilted his head against Ye Qingpu and cast a provocative, utterly childish look at his biological father and second uncle kneeling before them.

Pei Jianchang was speechless, while Pei Louxuan gave a cold snort.

"You must be Mr. Ye."

Old Master Song put down his coffee, his expression gentle.

Though his hair had turned considerably white and wrinkles lined his face, it was still not difficult to see how stunning he must have been when he was young.

Ye Qingpu nodded and answered politely, "Yes, I'm Ye Qingpu."

"Our second Pei did something excessive to you. As the person who gave birth to him and raised him, I apologize to you on his behalf."

Old Master Song inclined his head in apology.

Ye Qingpu was somewhat taken aback. Though the elder before him had a gentle, refined temperament, he did not look like an omega at all... much less the father of a pervert like Pei Louxuan.

"My second grandfather and eldest grandfather are both high-grade alphas. There are three Pei brothers. The ones kneeling are my biological father and my second uncle. In my generation, there are only my older sister and me. I'm the youngest~"

As if noticing Ye Qingpu's confusion, Pei Jiaqian explained in a low voice.

Ye Qingpu nodded thoughtfully before speaking to Old Master Song. "You're too polite, Old Master Song. Since the mistake was made by Mr. Pei the Second, he should apologize himself."

When he said the words "Mr. Pei the Second," Ye Qingpu was practically gritting his teeth.

Faced with pressure from the gazes of both the person he liked and his own father, Pei Louxuan silently sighed and offered an apology with obvious reluctance.

Ye Qingpu secretly clenched his hand but said nothing more. After all, rounding things off, these were Pei Jiaqian's relatives. He did not want Pei Jiaqian to fall out with his family because of him.

Pei Jiaqian squeezed Ye Qingpu's slightly cold hand. "Brother, you don't need to force yourself. It was Second Uncle's fault to begin with, so it's only right that he apologizes. But choosing not to forgive him is your right. Don't make yourself compromise just because of who he is."

Ye Qingpu gave Pei Jiaqian a grateful look.

The other three people in the living room clearly saw the covert exchange of glances between them. Pei Jianchang could only helplessly watch his son, after being tormented into such a state, choose a merchant with a bad personality, terrible temper, and far too many tricks. Pei Louxuan's eyes darkened as he watched their interaction, his jaw tightening.

Old Master Song, on the other hand, was pleased. Pei Jiaqian was practically the spitting image of his eldest grandfather in his younger days. As for Ye Qingpu, he was young and accomplished, with a stunning appearance. He felt that the youngest of the Pei Household had found himself a treasure.

"Grandpa, I'll take Brother back first," Pei Jiaqian said.

Old Master Song nodded. "Drive carefully. Mr. Ye, let's have a meal together next time."

"Thank you. I'll come visit again next time."

Ye Qingpu looked at Pei Jiaqian and could not help marveling at how strong this family's genes were.

Pei Jiaqian smiled gently, wrapped him tightly in the blanket, then scooped him up from the sofa in a bridal carry. After offering a polite farewell, he carried Ye Qingpu out of the Pei Household's old residence.

Ye Qingpu buried his face in Pei Jiaqian's arms, his cheeks burning.

He felt embarrassed and ashamed. He was already grown, yet Pei Jiaqian was hugging and carrying him around like a little boy in front of his family... Besides, beneath the surgical gown, he was... completely bare...

"Why is Brother blushing?"

Pei Jiaqian placed him in the front passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and then lightly scraped a finger over the tip of his nose.

"It's nothing..."

Ye Qingpu adjusted his sitting position. The wound on his leg seemed to have become infected after Pei Louxuan bandaged it, and it burned painfully.

He did not know what he had been injected with, but he had no strength anywhere in his body, and his head throbbed in waves. So he slumped against the seat and closed his eyes for a brief rest.

Pei Jiaqian got into the driver's seat, tucked the blanket more securely around him, and quietly glanced at Ye Qingpu's legs, where his hands rested.