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The first time I met Pei Li was at my mother's wedding to Uncle Jiang. He was a partner of Father Jiang and had a good relationship with the Jiang family.
At just 27 years old, Pei Li was the youngest president of the the Pei, and his status in the circle was unshakeable. Today, he attended as a distinguished guest.
My mother said that at least half of the people present were there to curry favor with Pei Li, hoping to establish some connections.
She advised me to be careful and not to offend any important guests, as he was rumored to be cold and indifferent, often lacking in courtesy.
I took my mother's words to heart.
But that day, there were too many people.
I couldn't understand why these girls harbored such animosity towards me.
They blocked my way in the hallway, their condescending gazes making me extremely uncomfortable.
"You're young master Jiang's new sister? What a pity for that dress you're wearing; Uncle Jiang actually spent so much money to buy it for you," one of them sneered.
She held a wine glass in her hand and splashed it towards me.
I barely managed to dodge it.
In retaliation, I quickly threw my juice at her.
Her dress was instantly soaked.
"How dare you splash me?" she exclaimed, fury etched on her face.
I sincerely apologized, "Sorry, I didn't hold it steady."
She glared at me angrily. "What are you standing there for? Grab her!"
The girl beside her hesitated. "But she's still young master Jiang's sister, right?"
The girl I splashed contorted her face in rage. "What are you afraid of? She's not really family. I've heard that young master Jiang doesn't even acknowledge her as his sister; she's just a country bumpkin."
Hearing this, the others moved in to grab me.
I lifted my skirt and ran backward in a panic, inadvertently bursting into a room without noticing the sign that read VIP Lounge.
Just then, someone opened the door, and I collided with a tall man.
He was really tall; I barely reached his chest.
The man's hand instinctively wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his embrace.
My face pressed against his chest, warmed by his body heat, and I caught a faint scent of tobacco.
I hurriedly looked up, meeting his dark eyes.
He lowered his head slightly, his gaze indifferent, with sharply defined jawline.
"Steady yourself."
His deep, pleasant voice made my heart race uncontrollably, and I quickly stepped out of his embrace.
"I'm sorry," I stammered. Not knowing who he was, I hesitated on how to address him. Seeing that he looked quite young, I cautiously called out, "Brother."
My nervousness made my already soft voice sound somewhat coy.
He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"
Thinking he hadn’t heard me clearly, I repeated, "I'm sorry, Brother."
The man responded with a slight "Hmm," his tone rising at the end as if he were somewhat amused. "You're much better than Jiang Huai."
Despite being so young, he exuded an air of authority as if he had grown accustomed to holding a high position for a long time.
He scrutinized me without revealing much emotion. "What's your name?"
My fingers unconsciously fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. "Tang Xiaotian."
He raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?"
I braced myself; for some reason, I felt a bit embarrassed as I quietly replied, "I'm 15, in the third year of junior high."
The man's gaze deepened slightly. "Pei Li, that's my name. By seniority, you should call me Uncle."
My ears gradually warmed with embarrassment. He is Pei Li, and I've offended the one person my mother warned me never to offend.
Everything can still be salvaged.
"Hello, Uncle."
Pei Li seemed to care little, a lazy smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Mm."
That simple "mm" made me feel even more awkward.
Pei Li walked past me, and just when I thought he wouldn't say anything else, his casual voice floated back to me. "You're quite well-behaved."
At the same time, his large hand grasped the doorknob and opened the door.
I stood frozen in place, my heart fluttering as if brushed by a feather. Why did he say I was well-behaved?
He leaned against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the door, his long fingers accentuated beautifully by his watch.
Pei Li glanced at me standing there dumbfounded and let out a light scoff, his tone somewhat indifferent. "Let's go, Tang Xiaotian."
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