Extreme Pampering-Chapter 41 - He Wants Insincerity Too

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 He Wants Insincerity, Too.

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 He Wants Insincerity, Too.

From the doorway, only a corner of the living room was visible, where Pei Yu sat on the single-seater sofa on that side, eyes slightly downcast, speaking without a glance this way, and the delicate figure of the woman in his arms was mostly obscured, leaving only a stretch of snow-white neck visible.

Who was that?

There had long been rumors of Pei Yu having a woman by his side, and if not for knowing this gossip, Miss Zhao certainly wouldn’t have taken the risk this time. Yet, seeing with her own eyes was still unbelievable, especially Pei Yu’s posture at this moment. He casually and naturally embraced the person in his arms, intimate and ambiguous, a stark contrast to the cold and arrogant demeanor people usually saw in him.

She was curious and envious, wanting to see the woman’s face clearly, wanting to know what kind of face the person who gained Pei Yu’s favor had.

Unconsciously, she took a few more steps forward, forgetting the earlier warning. This time, Pei Yu finally looked her way, giving her an extremely indifferent glance, and silently mouthed a word.

Get lost.

The clothes in her hands scattered on the floor. His word was too ruthless, as if she had never been his childhood playmate, as if the two of them were complete strangers. Footsteps came from behind the door again, the servant bringing clothes; unable to stay any longer, the girl ran out the door with a pale face.

It was true she had schemed to get close, but how could he bring a woman to this place and humiliate her in front of her?

Hearing the girl run far away and the servant’s greeting, Shen Zhiyi lifted her eyes and met Pei Yu’s gaze. He nodded slightly, “This time it was the person delivering clothes.”

Without a word, Shen Zhiyi silently got up from his lap, went outside to take the clothes, and handed them to him.

Pei Yu rose leisurely, perhaps because of the posture he had just adopted, his waistband had slipped down a bit, clearly revealing the adonis belt on either side of his waist. He seemed unaware, lazily starting to put on the new shirt, and with only half done, he called her over, “Help me with the buttons.”

Shen Zhiyi stood in front of him and quietly started fastening the buttons, not the least bit curious about the woman just now, nor did she ask Pei Yu why he had called her over.

After a moment of silence, the fingers buttoning the shirt were suddenly grasped. Pei Yu wouldn’t let her move anymore, staring at her lowered eyelashes, “It doesn’t matter to you, does it?”

It was quite amusing, always doing willfully ignorant acts in front of her, expecting her to give a different answer.

It was still a vain hope in the end. Shen Zhiyi didn’t look up, her bowed head apparently submissive, “You can do whatever you want.”

Whether he flirted with other women casually or grew tired of the old in favor of the new, to Shen Zhiyi, it was all the same. She wouldn’t interfere, only waiting for the moment she needed to leave.

After all, she had no reason to interfere, did she?

Pei Yu was occasionally confused by the subservience she inadvertently revealed, occasionally felt that their relationship was no different from any ordinary couple in the world, but he also knew very well that it was all wishful thinking on his part.

Look, she didn’t care at all.

Her wrist was released, Shen Zhiyi finished the last button, and as she stepped back, the distance between them widened.

Pei Yu was still watching her, with a detached and profound gaze; very calmly, he asked, “What if I’m the one asking?”

She had resorted to manipulation, played mind games, and until now, she had been pretending, hiding her least presentable side. Pei Yu didn’t mind stooping lower; he knew that in Shen Zhiyi’s heart, he was the dominant one in this relationship.

He pressed in step by step, once again closing the distance between them, “I am giving you the right to care about me, to bind me.”

The assertiveness he displayed at this moment was more intense than ever before, forcing Shen Zhiyi to look up at him. Surrounded by the scent of agarwood, she felt like she was the one who was bound.

She had to turn her head to avoid his burning gaze, “We are not—”

We are not in a relationship where we can bind each other—

She wasn’t given the chance to finish speaking when Pei Yu’s demeanor softened again, half-jokingly lamenting, “Many people will come to bother me.”

So it was, he bestowed such power upon her because he found those people too annoying.

Shen Zhiyi hesitated before nodding, “I can cooperate with you.”

Just like today, by exhibiting a close and ambiguous demeanor, she would signal to others that there was no room for them by his side.

“Not just that,” Pei Yu said as he took her hand and pulled her in for an embrace, “Even if it’s an act, you have to act like you care about me. Don’t push me onto others.”

For her alone, he wanted even insincere affection.

The skin beneath her palm was warm; she could distinctly feel the traces of his Adonis belt. Shen Zhiyi thought his request was odd, yet she couldn’t bring herself to refuse it. Her heart, skipping a beat more fiercely with every throb, seemed to be anticipating something.

She didn’t allow her thoughts to wander further, “Could you fasten your belt again?”

Although the shirt covered most of it, the hem still revealed a glimpse of his faintly visible Adonis belt. Shen Zhiyi knew not only how appealing those muscle lines were, but also their pleasant feel. She couldn’t stand the sight of him flaunting his body in public like this and urged him.

Actually, Pei Yu wouldn’t have gone to meet others dressed like that without her reminder; she probably forgot this.

“Oh,” Pei Yu glanced casually and moved closer to her, “You do it.”

By the time they were ready to leave, the banquet was not yet over. Pei Yu showed no interest in continuing his attendance, taking Shen Zhiyi with him as they left through another side, with Secretary Qin already waiting in the car.

Exhausted from filming and the hurried schedule, Shen Zhiyi fell asleep in the car. When she awoke, they were already at Huating, where she changed into a light skirt and the butler called her for supper.

The dress had spaghetti straps, and the butler’s glance lingered on her shoulder momentarily, deliberately looking away, which made Shen Zhiyi aware of it. Guessing the reason, sure enough, there was a shiny new bite mark on the side of her shoulder, shallow, likely to disappear in another hour or so.

She had no idea when he had done it.

She asked, “Is the scar very noticeable?”

In fact, she felt the scar had already faded a lot, but Pei Yu still cared about it greatly, always biting down in that spot whenever he kissed her there. And Shen Zhiyi was always reminded of the heavy gaze he had on her that night.

“Not very noticeable,” the butler said, “I’ve brought you a new tube of the scar removal cream. Continue using it for a while, and the marks should become invisible.”

After a pause, he gently advised, “Be careful not to get hurt again.”

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Someone’s injury inevitably leads to someone else’s concern.

“Okay,” Shen Zhiyi nodded earnestly, as she too feared pain and did not wish to get hurt.

After chatting with the butler for a while, she went upstairs. The new scar cream had a faint herbal scent. As she applied it, the bite mark next to her scar had already vanished, but the imprint it left on her heart seemed indelible.

Once she finished applying the cream, Pei Yu came over as well. He naturally claimed half of her bed and instinctively went to kiss her shoulder but she dodged it.

“There’s cream on it.”

He had to settle for the next best thing, leaving a bite mark on her collarbone instead.

The meanings behind the two marks were different; one was out of disdain and the other quite the opposite. She was troubled; disliking meant biting, liking also meant biting. Perhaps he simply enjoyed leaving marks?

Truly strange.