Extreme Pampering-Chapter 77 - Is the One Who Poisoned Pei Yu

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Is the One Who Poisoned Pei Yu?

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Is the One Who Poisoned Pei Yu?

“Do you really not need to go to the hospital to check?”

Xiaodong was anxious, worried that Shen Zhiyi was forcing herself to be strong while sick. The whole afternoon, this matter weighed on Xiaodong’s mind.

“I’m fine,” Shen Zhiyi took a sip of water, her complexion looking a bit better than at noon, and there were still two scenes left to shoot. Even lunch had been cobbled together with snacks.

Xiaodong felt she wasn’t as at ease as she appeared, but no persuasion worked, leaving Xiaodong with no choice but to keep a constant watch. Should that uncomfortable feeling from noon arise again, Xiaodong was prepared to take her straight to the hospital.

As the light faded, more lamps were added on set, and the phone in Xiaodong’s pocket kept ringing. Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Xiaodong kept hanging up, intuitively feeling that the calls were from Huo Heng.

The supposition was confirmed when Huo Heng sent several messages, saying he had important matters to discuss. Xiaodong curled her lip; what important matter could Huo Heng possibly have to talk about? It was probably just an excuse.

But Huo Heng seemed genuinely anxious, his calls and messages relentless. Gradually, Xiaodong began to waver.

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Could there really be something important he needed to say?

Worried about potentially delaying important news, Xiaodong still passed her phone to Shen Zhiyi, who was resting after filming, though she remained vigilant, “If he starts talking nonsense, just hang up and don’t entertain him anymore.”

Shen Zhiyi read through the messages, Huo Heng persistently mentioning he had something important to discuss, his urgency apparent. Though reluctant to entertain him, she answered the incoming call, curious to hear what he considered so important.

Huo Heng knew how annoying he was at this moment. Grateful for the rare chance to speak, he didn’t dare waste time and got straight to the point, “Zhiyi, I’ve found out who drugged you that night.”

Her hand faltered, nearly toppling the water bottle. Shen Zhiyi lifted her eyes, her expression growing colder, “Who was it?”

Huo Heng opened his mouth to reveal a name, but Xu Xia kept making eye signals at him. He hesitated, “Let’s meet and talk about this, I’ll tell you everything then.”

After hanging up, he frowned, puzzled by Xu Xia’s actions, “Why wouldn’t you let me tell Zhiyi directly?”

Huo Heng had been investigating the incident for a long time. The clues had nearly led him to the mastermind before they vanished, and it wasn’t until recently that he unearthed a significant lead. Today, he had finally obtained definitive information–the person who had drugged Shen Zhiyi was Xun Zhouxing.

Huo Heng was familiar with Xun Zhouxing, also aware that the man had pursued Shen Zhiyi for years. But Huo Heng paid no mind to him; firstly, Xun Zhouxing was just a lazy heir with little recognition in the industry, and secondly, Shen Zhiyi showed no interest in him, not nearly comparing to himself.

To think such a man dared to use such vile tactics, Huo Heng was disgusted by the memory of that night, knowing if Shen Zhiyi hadn’t been affected, he would have been. He was eager to reveal the truth to Shen Zhiyi.

Xu Xia rephrased the question, “Are you bothered by Xun Zhouxing, or do you mind Pei Yu more?”

The question caught Huo Heng off-guard with an unnatural panic, “I don’t—”

“Still not telling me the truth?” Xu Xia had no patience for his pretense, “Aren’t you bothered by Shen Zhiyi being with Pei Yu? This is a good opportunity to drive a wedge between them.”

Huo Heng subconsciously explained, “I just think Zhiyi won’t last with that kind of man. If she gives her heart, she will surely be let down; I don’t want to see her hurt. I have no other intentions.”

Xu Xia chuckled, going along with him, “I know, Brother Huo, you don’t need to explain. I’m not jealous, and I feel the same as you. I too hope Sister Zhiyi can extricate herself soon.”

She spoke leisurely, “Isn’t this a good opportunity?”

Huo Heng paused before understanding her point, “You mean to say I should… But Zhiyi might not break up with Pei Yu just because of this.”

“She will,” Xu Xia claimed to know Shen Zhiyi better at this moment, “Sister Zhiyi seems soft-hearted but is actually very principled. She won’t accept this for sure.”

Just like Huo Heng, hadn’t Shen Zhiyi also moved on without regret?

After the shoot, Shen Zhiyi went to meet with Huo Heng, not planning to stay long. It was getting late, and she still had to return to Huating.

“Speak.”

She had her people look into the drugging incident afterwards, but due to the unique circumstances of the party venue, the investigation was difficult, and it was dropped without fruitful results. Huo Heng had mentioned that he would get someone to check into it; she hadn’t taken it seriously then but didn’t expect him to actually have found something.

Huo Heng, throat dry, poured himself a glass of water, “Zhiyi, what I’m about to say is all based on my investigation, don’t disbelieve it.”

He followed the script that he and Xu Xia had prepared, laying out facts piece by piece, “You and Pei Yu met that night, right?”

Shen Zhiyi frowned slightly, “What does that have to do with Pei Yu?”

Her fingers tensed, “Cut to the chase.”

“I’m not playing games, I’m just trying to help you realize what’s off about this incident. Have you ever thought about the convenience of ending up in the same resting room with Pei Yu?”

He slid over a guest list for the banquet, “Pei Yu wasn’t even on the list of invitees for that dinner, and nobody even knew he was at Nanyuan that night. What reason did he have to be there?”

Huo Heng paused, “Other than you.”

Shen Zhiyi felt it was absurd, “Because of me?”

She hadn’t interacted with Pei Yu before then; how could it have been for her?

Huo Heng knew what she was questioning and pulled out a photo purchased from a journalist. It was prepared by Xu Xia, “Pei Yu had seen you before and had set his sights on you a long time ago.”

The photo depicted a past dinner where Shen Zhiyi had accompanied Huo Heng. In a brightly lit hall corner stood a tall figure—Pei Yu with half-lifted eyes, his gaze piercing through the crowd, squarely falling on her. The look was overt, brimming with intense possessiveness.

No one could deny that.

Yet Shen Zhiyi had no recollection of that moment.

Huo Heng sped up his speech, “It was all arranged by Pei Yu. He has the means to pull off such tricks at events, doesn’t he? He isn’t as good as you think. He just wanted to use this method to steal you away from me…”

He ruthlessly concluded, “And he succeeded. Even if you confront him now, he’ll just pin it on a scapegoat and, once he’s tired of you, he will—”

“Stop talking.”

Shen Zhiyi was unusually calm as she stood up, “I will listen to his explanation.”

The coffee on the table remained untouched. Huo Heng finished the rest of his water, filled with unease, “Our evidence is scant and far-fetched. If—”

Xu Xia emerged, “It’s enough.”

A relationship that was already fragile, possibly even leisurely in nature, could easily be undone by a hint of doubt.