Extreme Pampering-Chapter 47 - She was afraid she would fall again and

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 She was afraid she would fall again and end up with a bloody head.

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 She was afraid she would fall again and end up with a bloody head.

Resting his head against Shen Zhiyi’s neck, Pei Yu was silent for a long time.

Why her?

Even he couldn’t give a definite answer; he had simply yearned day after day for the girl standing by the brook in the mountains for decades. At that time, he was still under Father Pei’s control and couldn’t take her away, which became an obsession in his heart.

Years later when they met again, there was Huo Heng by her side. Forced to go abroad for convalescence, he missed yet another chance. The obsession turned into an inextinguishable nightmare, her shadow haunting both his dreams and waking moments. It was then he knew he wanted no one but her.

“Does there have to be a reason?”

He still remembered the times he spent with her in the summer mountains, remembered her smiling at him with bruises all over, remembered her standing next to Huo Heng with a light smile, remembered the dozen dramas she had acted in, remembered her likes and dislikes, yet he couldn’t give a reason why he liked her.

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“I don’t know.”

The little experience in emotions Shen Zhiyi had made her think that liking someone should have a reason, just like she liked Huo Heng because he was the one who accompanied her through the toughest days, the one who rescued her from purgatory, the one considered family… But since Pei Yu couldn’t give a reason, she didn’t want to press him anymore.

Perhaps his liking her was without reason.

Or perhaps, his liking her wasn’t true enough, not deep enough—Shen Zhiyi stopped herself from thinking further.

“I’m tired, Pei Yu.”

That’s where the conversation ended; Pei Yu didn’t get a promise or anything else. The only response Shen Zhiyi could give was just that.

Don’t rush, after all, it counted as a bit of progress, didn’t it? Pei Yu had an extraordinary patience with her, given that anyone who had spent so many sleepless nights for someone would have this kind of patience.

The birthday party carried on until the early morning before someone realized that the guest of honor had disappeared. Not far away, multiple advertising screens were still looping. Xiaodong, still sober, made a call to Shen Zhiyi, wanting to ask where she had gone.

“Sister Zhiyi, where did you go? We’ve finished; should I send you back to the crew’s hotel?”

The voice that answered her was a deep male voice, “She’s staying at Huating.”

Xiaodong shivered and immediately stammered, “Okay, okay, Mr. Pei.”

After hanging up the phone, he was still shaken and quickly downed a glass of juice. The assistant director came over and asked, “Where’s Zhiyi?”

“She’s been taken away.”

The assistant director was puzzled: “You’re still here, who took her away?”

Xiaodong didn’t utter a word, giving him a “cannot say” mysterious look.

As the dinner party ended here, Shen Zhiyi also arrived at Huating. She was so tired that she fell asleep in the car. When she woke up, she found herself resting on Pei Yu’s lap, alone with him in the quiet car.

The subtle click of a roller lighter, a flame leapt up, reflecting Pei Yu’s cold and handsome profile. He looked down with his eyes, “Awake?”

“Mhm.”

Shen Zhiyi sat up, her jacket having slid onto the seat. Still a bit groggy, she looked at him in the dimly lit car, her eyes moist and for a few seconds, she didn’t speak. However, it only took a moment before Pei Yu, as if lured, kissed her.

Her reaction slow, she didn’t think to dodge and quietly let him kiss her with her face upturned, until her clothes were stripped away and she realized something wasn’t right, pushing on his shoulder, “Pei Yu?”

“Hmm,” Pei Yu responded, slightly lifting his head, admiring her snow-white skin in the pale moonlight that filtered through the car window. After a moment, he took her hand to his shirt, coaxing her, “Unbutton it, hmm?”

The man’s face was lean and sharp, with deep-set features, especially the slightly narrow eyes and the thin, perfect lips, cold and aloof. Now, with his clothes disheveled, his tie loosened and his collar open, he unabashedly bared a stretch of collarbone— glimpses of his beautifully lined muscular contours were faintly visible, his arched back highlighting the potential energy ready to spring forth.

He raised his eyebrows, hooked his lips into a shallow smile, teasing deliberately, and whispered weakly into her ear, “I flew back on a plane for more than ten hours, and I have to go as soon as dawn breaks, Zhizhi, feel sorry for me.”

Engaging in such a despicable act wasn’t new to him, and playing the sympathy card came naturally to him. The darkness blurred his sharp edges, and his usually imposing aura was also hidden, preventing Shen Zhiyi from even thinking about refusing him.

Unaware of his machinations and tricks, she moved her fingertips, unbuttoning one button after another. Her wrist was soon grasped by him and kissed. She heard his voice, tinged with laughter, “Zhizhi is so good.”

He never showed his desire for control to her before, but in such intimate moments, it couldn’t be hidden. He slowed down his movements, softened his voice, coaxing her to do it herself. Shen Zhiyi didn’t realize she had fallen into the trap he had so painstakingly set. On the surface, she appeared to be in control, but in reality, he was the one in command.

In her daze, her fingers were held by him and wiped with a wet cloth. His moist lips enclosed hers, his voice was muffled and indistinct, nearly impossible to tell who it belonged to.

“What did you wish for?”

Shen Zhiyi opened her eyes, but he didn’t look up and kept on wiping her hands.

She said softly, “I’ve heard that if you say your wish out loud, it won’t come true.”

Pei Yu raised an eyebrow, “That makes no sense, how can it come true if you don’t say it out loud?”

Shen Zhiyi looked at him quietly for a while, not realizing that she had curved her lips into a smile, “I hope my birthday next year will be just as lively as today’s.”

She too wanted someone by her side.

“That’s too simple,” Pei Yu commented while straightening her clothes, carrying her out of the car toward the main building, “You can be bolder with your wishes.”

“I don’t really want anything else,” Shen Zhiyi leaned on his shoulder, enveloped by a peace she had never felt before, watching the carefully tended flowers and plants by the roadside, hiding the panicky confusion in her eyes.

Being held was nice, but it didn’t offer the solid sense of security that standing on her own two feet did. Once the person holding her let go, where would she, who had grown accustomed to dependence, go?

Indulgence was not an option.

She feared she would fall again and end up with a bloody head.

With the master not home, the lights in the building were always on, and the butler had not slept. As soon as Shen Zhiyi entered the hall, she noticed all the decorations were replaced with new ones, several more ink wash paintings hung on the walls—apparently antiques—and next to the sofa was a pile of gift boxes half her height, stacked so high one might worry they were about to collapse.

“Happy Birthday,” the butler said with a beaming smile, presenting a bowl of longevity noodles, “It’s for good luck; just taste a bite.”

Shen Zhiyi obediently ate, her eyes still glued to the pile of gifts. After a few bites, she ran to open them; ribbons from the packaging piled up on the floor.

After washing up, he came out and saw her almost buried in gift boxes. Pei Yu kicked away the boxes blocking the path, “Not sleepy yet?”

“I’ve had plenty of sleep,” Shen Zhiyi lifted the box in her hands. She had unwrapped the butler’s gift, Secretary Qin’s gift; the rest had no names attached.

“Did you send all these?”

Qin Fang and Fu Songzhi did the same, they would always send a pile, truly living up to being good friends.

“It’s a nice round number.”

Shen Zhiyi looked up, eyes curving, “I counted, 12 of them, does 12 count as a nice round number?”

Pei Yu propped up his chin, his gaze circling her, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

She didn’t know that these birthday gifts had been prepared beforehand. He had always taken the time, on this day every year, to prepare the right birthday presents, but it wasn’t until today that he finally had the chance to give them to her.