Before they had even returned to Beijing, the seaside estate on Hong Kong Island had already become lively.
After waking up, Song Fuxue was especially noisy and clingy.
Every day, the moment she opened her eyes, she would call out, “Older Brother, Older Brother,” without pause.
Her sweet, soft voice could carry through several floors.
“Bro—!”
In the study, Pei Shangyue had just finished a meeting when he heard Song Fuxue’s voice from afar.
Immediately afterward came the rapid sound of footsteps running upstairs.
Bang, bang—
Assistant Xu opened the door, his eyes lighting up.
Song Fuxue was wearing a blue dress, her curly hair tied up into a bun. Her fair cheeks were flushed with a healthy glow, full of youthful vitality.
“Younger Sister, your complexion looks much better.”
“Of course! The doctor said my injuries are already healed. I’m full of energy now—I can run and jump!”
Song Fuxue spun around with a smile, then stood at the doorway, peeking inside. “Assistant Xu, is my brother done with his work?”
“Almost. He just finished—”
Before Assistant Xu could finish, a gust of wind rushed past him.
Song Fuxue ran into the room and threw herself toward Pei Shangyue.
“Bro—!”
Pei Shangyue caught her steadily, but even though he was prepared, he was still pushed back a few steps by the impact, letting out a muffled grunt.
“Your body has just recovered. Don’t be so reckless…”
“I was just too eager to see you! When I woke up and didn’t see you, I thought you ran away!”
Song Fuxue hugged him uneasily.
“Where could I run to?”
“Who knows? What if you just left me behind?”
Song Fuxue’s memory was completely blank. Other than Older Brother, nothing remained.
If Older Brother really abandoned her, she would truly become someone without memories—completely alone, with nothing to hold on to.
That was why she was so clingy, calling “Older Brother” countless times every day, wishing she could hang onto him all the time.
Pei Shangyue could clearly feel her dependence and unease, so he gently patted her head in reassurance.
“I won’t leave you behind.”
He did not know how to say sweet words, so this was the only promise he could make.
“I’ll take you to eat later. I still have some finishing work to handle.”
Pei Shangyue carried Song Fuxue to the sofa, then turned to answer a few phone calls.
Bored yet curious, Song Fuxue quietly approached him. She leaned forward and draped herself over his broad back, crossing her arms around his neck.
An extremely clingy and intimate posture.
Pei Shangyue paused for a moment, but in the end said nothing. After hanging up, he finished reviewing and signing the remaining documents.
Song Fuxue glanced at the papers in his hands. “Why are these all documents from Beijing…”
“Older Brother, are we from Beijing? Your surname is Pei? Then does that mean my surname is also Pei?”
“No.” Pei Shangyue denied it without hesitation. “Your surname is not Pei.”
“Then what is my surname?”
Resting on his shoulder, Song Fuxue tilted her head to look at him.
“These past few days, people in the estate have been calling me Fairy, Younger Sister, or Young Lady—but no one calls me by my name…”
“So, what is my name?”
Pei Shangyue’s hand paused briefly as he signed, unable to answer her.
“Bro?”
“Your own name—you’ll have to figure it out yourself.”
He quickly signed the last document without looking at her.
“Fine, Older Brother. I think you’re bullying an honest person with amnesia.”
“An honest person? I don’t see it.”
“Bro?!”
Song Fuxue got angry and began messing up his hair with both hands.
A faint smile gradually appeared on Pei Shangyue’s lips, and he did not stop her.
Until suddenly—
She plucked out one of his hairs.
“Hehe, Bro, I’m helping you pull out a white hair!”
“Bro, are you getting old? How pitiful—you even have white hair now…”
Pei Shangyue: “……”
“Older Brother is getting old, so you must take good care of your health!”
Song Fuxue secretly laughed.
There was no white hair at all—she was just deliberately getting back at him for teasing her earlier.
“Oh, I see another white hair. Older Brother, let me help you pull it out!”
She reached out again, but before she could act, her wrist was suddenly caught.
In a dizzying motion, she was lifted and seated onto the desk by Pei Shangyue.
He leaned in, his veined hands braced on either side of her, enclosing her.
His eyes were deep, his expression slightly dark.
“Older Brother…”
Song Fuxue immediately backed down, admitting her mistake without pride. “I was just joking and deliberately teasing you. You’re very young!”
“Alright… pulling your hair was a bit too much. How about you pull mine too? We’ll call it even, okay?”
She leaned closer, and being afraid of pain, she shut her eyes.
The two of them were extremely close.
Pei Shangyue could see her trembling eyelashes, her delicate and soft skin, and her rose-colored lips.
He could also feel her breath against him and catch the faint fragrance around her…
He froze for a moment.
A breeze drifted in from the window, her curls brushing against his face and neck, stirring a faint itch…
“Bro?”
After waiting for a long time, the expected pain never came.
Song Fuxue cautiously opened her eyes, but before she could see clearly, a large warm hand covered them.
“Bro? Why are you covering my eyes? What is there that I’m not allowed to see?”
After a while, Pei Shangyue finally released her.
“Go eat.”
The man stepped past her, his long legs carrying him toward the door.
Song Fuxue’s heart brightened.
Older Brother was letting her off!
Great!
She hurried after him.
“Bro, I want curry chicken rice, braised beef with tomatoes, and strawberry cake!”
“I want you to cook them for me!”
“Bro, you can cook, right? If not, you can learn! As an older brother, how can you not know how to cook?”
“Older Brother, Older Brother…”
Song Fuxue started chattering again, circling around Pei Shangyue as she followed him downstairs into the kitchen.
Only when he personally started cooking did she nod in satisfaction.
She circled around him, sneaking bites here and there.
Pei Shangyue sighed helplessly, pretending not to notice.
The kitchen and dining area became especially lively.
Yet it wasn’t noisy—it carried a unique warmth and charm.
Even the maids working in the estate relaxed for once.
This was an atmosphere that had never existed before Song Fuxue appeared.
As they knitted sweaters, the maids chatted:
“This younger sister who fell from the sky is really different—cute and lovable. Mr. Pei doesn’t say it, but I can tell he likes her very much!”
“Exactly! I heard Fairy Younger Sister even pulled Mr. Pei’s hair. Isn’t that like pulling hair from a tiger’s head? But he didn’t get angry at all—he even cooked for her personally…”
“Younger Sister is so beautiful—the prettiest girl we’ve ever seen! Looking at her face, who could bear to be angry? Even scolding her would feel like a crime!”
“What a pity. Mr. Pei is taking this beautiful younger sister back to Beijing. Once they leave, who knows when they’ll return to Hong Kong Island…”
…
After eating her fill, Song Fuxue lay leisurely on a recliner in the garden, basking in the sun.
Pei Shangyue sat nearby, brewing tea.
His movements flowed smoothly and elegantly, pleasing to the eye. His well-defined hands carried a quiet strength.
Song Fuxue lay on the cushion, lazily watching him.
Suddenly, Pei Shangyue spoke. “Aren’t you going to comment?”
“On what?”
“My cooking.”
“Well… it was just okay!”
Song Fuxue suppressed a smile and turned her head arrogantly. “There’s still room for improvement. You need to cook for me a few more times and keep practicing.”
Her tone was lazy, like a noble, languid cat flicking its tail.
A trace of amusement passed through Pei Shangyue’s eyes, but he did not expose her.
“Older Brother, why are there so many cars parked outside the estate today?”
“And so many boxes?”
Song Fuxue suddenly noticed the commotion in the distance and asked curiously.
Pei Shangyue fell silent for a moment.
“The Hong Kong Island project is finished. Assistant Xu is arranging for everything to be packed. Early tomorrow morning, we’ll return to Beijing.”
“Beijing? So soon?”
Song Fuxue was a little surprised.
“What? Do you want to stay on Hong Kong Island?”
Pei Shangyue stood up and approached her.
The sea breeze blew through the garden, causing the rose bushes to sway. Her recliner swung gently.
The roses became her backdrop, yet she was even more radiant than the flowers.
Pei Shangyue’s gaze lingered on her, unable to move away.
Song Fuxue smiled softly and leaned forward to hug him.
“Wherever Older Brother goes, I go.”
Pei Shangyue paused slightly. “Are you sure?”
“Of course!”
Song Fuxue nodded firmly.
Pei Shangyue reached out and gently stroked the back of her neck, his gaze darkening.
“Remember what you said today.”