Extreme Pampering-Chapter 29 - Nobody can compare with his importance in
Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Nobody can compare with his importance in your heart.
Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Nobody can compare with his importance in your heart.
It was still early in the morning, and the sky remained slightly dark. Pei Yu stood in the sparse sunlight with his face hidden in the half-light, he slightly turned his head away, as if he didn’t want to look at Shen Zhiyi. His lips were pressed so tightly they turned white. When he spoke again, his attitude was cold and mocking, “Why does a man like Huo Heng need you to save him? Shen Zhiyi, even if you like him that much, you shouldn’t bet your life on it. Or is it that you value Huo Heng more than your own life?”
Each sentence was a question, but after asking, he didn’t wait for Shen Zhiyi to reply, he took a deep breath and turned to leave.
“Mr. Pei——”
He still didn’t stop.
“Pei Yu!”
He finally stopped. Pei Yu laughed self-mockingly as he cast his eyes downward, but he couldn’t quite lift the corners of his lips.
He knew she cared about Huo Heng enough not to mind losing her own life for him, he knew he meant nothing to her, he knew he had taken advantage of a vulnerable situation with impure motives, so why did he insist on piercing through this layer of paper-thin pretense?
Suddenly, he softened his tone, laughing silently with his back to Shen Zhiyi, “Pretend I never said anything.”
He didn’t want an answer anymore.
He didn’t turn around, and Shen Zhiyi couldn’t tell what expression he had, but was so startled by the succession of harsh questions that it took her a while to come to her senses, “Pei Yu, I don’t like Huo Heng anymore.”
She tried to explain, “I didn’t take a knife for Huo Heng because I still like him, but because I owe him. He has helped me too much, and there are some debts I can never fully repay.”
If it weren’t for Huo Heng, she would have been beaten to death by her own father long ago; if it weren’t for Huo Heng, she might have ended her hopeless life much earlier. She bore grudges, for she still hated her violent father to this day, which is why she was especially grateful to Huo Heng for saving her.
Taking the knife for Huo Heng wasn’t about loving him enough to give up her own life, but rather in that moment she remembered when Huo Heng got hurt for her, an image she could never forget—the sight of him covered in blood.
“In your heart, his importance is unmatched by anyone else.”
That sentence was spoken very softly, like murmuring to oneself, too vague to discern the emotions behind it, yet those narrow, dark eyes were heavy and deep.
Shen Zhiyi moved her lips but found herself unable to utter a word of denial.
Yes, even though she no longer felt the same affection for Huo Heng and was determined to cut ties with him, she couldn’t forget every detail of the days they had shared. She couldn’t forget those moments of despair, nor could she forget how Huo Heng had helped and saved her. Without family or friends, Huo Heng’s significance to her was incomparable.
Pei Yu still left.
She stayed in the hospital for two days, her work postponed for the time being. During that period, the news of Huo Heng being attacked by a sasaeng fan rose to the top of the trending searches, but Shen Zhiyi’s name didn’t appear anywhere.
“I bought all the photos that captured you, as per your request. They won’t leak online,”
Wang Feifei was frustrated, “Getting involved with Huo Heng never leads to anything good. How did he find your new place?”
If he hadn’t suddenly gone to her, Shen Zhiyi wouldn’t have been involved in the incident.
Shen Zhiyi shook her head, indicating she was also unclear, “No one knows I’m injured, right?”
Helping Huo Heng did not mean she wanted to be entangled with him again; it would be best if no one knew about it, otherwise rumors would fly everywhere.
“Don’t worry, luckily you don’t have many fans right now, and nobody is wondering why you are suddenly missing work,” Wang Feifei glanced at the female housekeeper preparing lunch for Shen Zhiyi, and winked, “Has that person not come?”
During the few days in the hospital, Secretary Qin had visited, the housekeeper had come, but Pei Yu was nowhere to be seen.
Shen Zhiyi lowered her eyes, “No.”
She had asked Secretary Qin, who always said he was busy. Shen Zhiyi didn’t know if he was genuinely busy or if he was holding a grudge against her for saving Huo Heng. If it was the latter, it would make her seem too self-absorbed—she wasn’t vain, but Pei Yu always gave her that impression.
Wang Feifei knew very little about Shen Zhiyi and Pei Yu’s relationship, assuming it was just a common kind within the industry. She wasn’t too surprised by Pei Yu’s absence from the hospital, but noting Shen Zhiyi’s expression, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s with that face? Did you have a falling out with him?”
She pondered a moment, “Does he mind that you got hurt for Huo Heng?”
Shen Zhiyi nodded quietly.
“It’s just the possessiveness of a big shot acting up, they’re definitely not happy,” Wang Feifei didn’t take it too seriously, “Just sweet-talk them and it’ll be okay, or it might just blow over in a few days.”
No matter how much they care, once they get busy, they forget about it, even if their possessiveness is strong—after all, how much space does a woman really occupy in the mind of that kind of person?
Shen Zhiyi remained silent, feeling that Wang Feifei made sense, but she kept recalling the look in Pei Yu’s eyes that day, suspecting that she saw a hint of pain in them.
But what was he in pain about?
She dared not think too deeply about it.
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Wang Feifei consoled her, “It’ll be better in a few days.”
But “in a few days” turned into wait until Shen Zhiyi was discharged from the hospital after her stitches were removed. During this time, Huo Heng came several times but was directly blocked outside the ward—he had no visiting rights.
She received quite a few messages and phone calls as well, and Shen Zhiyi, inexplicably irritated, ignored them all, instructing Wang Feifei to relay a message: Saving him was out of old friendship, nothing more.
“You’ve had your stitches out, but you should still stay away from alcohol for the time being.”
Wang Feifei was sending Shen Zhiyi to a charity event that afternoon; since she was injured, she had postponed as many events as she could, but this particular charity was introduced and recommended by Meng Fansheng as an important networking opportunity—it would be a pity to miss it.
“If you really must drink, just take a tiny sip to show face.”
“Yeah.”
Shen Zhiyi was distracted, smoothing out the hem of her dress.
Because of the injury on her shoulder, her choices of formal dresses were limited, so she had specifically picked a light cyan silk Cheongsam, which complemented her complexion well.
By the time she arrived, Meng Fansheng was already engaged in conversation with acquaintances; despite his irritable character, he had a refined appearance. Over fifty, his charm was undiminished, though he tended to wear a stern expression.
“Zhiyi,” he called out with a hint of pride on his face when he saw Shen Zhiyi from afar, introducing her to the people around him, “This is my leading lady. What do you think? She’s better than those you recommended to me, isn’t she?”
“What do you mean ‘those you recommended to me’? Uncle Meng, don’t be sarcastic with me.”
Secretary Qin raised his glass, “It’s been a while, Miss Shen.”
His smile was warmer than with others, something Meng Fansheng noticed with a frown, “Don’t set your sights on her. She’s here to act seriously, without taking any shortcuts.”
Secretary Qin paused, then laughed wryly, shaking his head, “No way, I wouldn’t dare.”
His reputation was evidently not very solid, as everyone seemed to associate him with this kind of insinuation.
As Shen Zhiyi approached, she greeted the group, and seeing Meng Fansheng’s appreciation for her, intending to introduce her to key industry insiders, he took her to meet several directors and producers.
Secretary Qin wanted to follow along but was stopped by a pat on the shoulder from another guy.
“Qin Fang, you’re here too.”
Secretary Qin nodded, lowering his posture, “Mr. Xiaoqin.”
A familiar voice made Shen Zhiyi turn around; it was the man from the private box that day, the one who kept calling “Brother Pei.”
Qin Fang evidently noticed her too, asking casually, “Who is that?”
He stroked his chin with a frivolous tone, “Looks like she’s trying to hook up the young master.”
Secretary Qin’s lips twitched.
