Extreme Pampering-Chapter 20 - Mr. Pei Ill take your ride

Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Mr. Pei, I’ll take your ride.

Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Mr. Pei, I’ll take your ride.

Xun Zhouxing finally brought Shen Zhiyi’s thoughts back. She frowned slightly, glanced at him with annoyance, and didn’t even bother to explain, “It has nothing to do with you.”

Having spent too long in the card room, some people realized they had no chance to network this time, as the newcomer was someone beyond their reach. Thus, they gradually left through the back door, leaving the card room much emptier.

Seeing her constantly hassled by Xun Zhouxing, Song Ran kindly helped her out, “Zhiyi, do you want to leave with me?”

The fragrance of the tea had faded, and the people in the tea room had dispersed. Shen Zhiyi had no reason to stay any longer, “Okay.”

Xun Zhouxing hadn’t received an answer and knew that the chance of seeing her again was slim. Shen Zhiyi would surely find ways to evade him. He took a step forward and volunteered, “I’ll take you guys.”

The art exhibit boasted a grand setup, and quite a few reporters surrounded the banquet hall. If she rejected him again, Shen Zhiyi feared Xun Zhouxing might declare his love in public. She didn’t want to provide the paparazzi more material, so she kept quiet, thinking that she would find a chance to slip away once they were outside.

Song Ran linked her arm with Zhiyi’s, “Don’t think much of Xun Zhouxing? He’s quite the playboy, not very reliable, but he does seem to care about you.”

There was a hint of envy in her voice, “Maybe he truly likes you.”

Shen Zhiyi kept looking back, unsure of whom she wanted to see. She just smiled faintly at Song Ran’s words and retorted, “His liking me didn’t stop him from having a constant stream of female companions over the past three-plus years.”

She spoke with certainty, “I don’t want that kind of ‘like’.”

What kind of ‘liking’ was that anyway? It was nothing more than finding amusement in chasing and teasing her, treating her as a plaything.

Song Ran choked, then laughed helplessly, “You’re pretty clear-headed. Indeed, Xun Zhouxing’s affections aren’t worth much. But I’ll remind you, in this world, liking someone doesn’t count for much, what really matters are fame, status, and wealth.”

“Isn’t the difference between what’s real and fake judged by the heart? To me, even if it’s fake, it’s real if I care about it,” Shen Zhiyi responded.

“You’re really stubborn,” Song Ran shook her head, “No wonder you can’t get ahead with that kind of face; you’re not cut out for this industry.”

Song Ran expressed her pity, “Too rigid and without a patron to shield you from the storm, you can’t put down roots.”

“I have one.”

Song Ran was taken aback, “What?”

Shen Zhiyi was startled by her own blurted words, pressed her lips together and denied it, “Nothing.”

She was really out of sorts today.

Outside, the valet brought out Xun Zhouxing’s sports car, its dazzling blue paint catching everyone’s attention, a recent favorite of Xun Zhouxing. Song Ran’s eyes lit up as she yanked Shen Zhiyi toward the car, “Let me have a ride in this car, if you leave, I won’t have the cheek to ask for a lift.”

Xun Zhouxing eagerly opened the passenger-side door, basking in the envious stares of the onlookers. Shen Zhiyi, pulled along by Song Ran, walked ever slower until she came to a complete stop.

Song Ran noticed her halt, turned around with confusion, and following her gaze only saw a few cars parked on the side of the road, “What’s so bad about getting a lift with Xun Zhouxing? The media won’t write nonsense about it; you’re not even willing to do this much?”

Shen Zhiyi’s mind, however, was no longer there. She pulled her arm out of Song Ran’s grasp, lifted her skirt, and hurried down a couple of steps, not looking back as she said, “I have something else to do, you go ahead!”

“Hey!”

Song Ran stamped her foot, glancing at a disheartened Xun Zhouxing with a sense of foreboding.

Having just offended the talent agency and Huo Heng, and now adding Xun Zhouxing to the list, Shen Zhiyi’s path was proving to be rough indeed.

Vehicles moved fluidly, with figures flitting by. Shen Zhiyi squeezed past a few reporters and found the Rolls-Royce with its window half down, a car she had ridden in many times and was well familiar with.

Secretary Qin in the passenger seat gave her a slight nod in greeting, and Shen Zhiyi’s gaze swept past him to the somewhat dim figure in the back seat. He turned his eyes to her. His gaze was ambiguous in the dim light, and with a trailing voice, he asked her, “Whose car do you want to ride in?”

It was obvious he had seen the scene just now, knowing she was almost taken away by another man.

Having not seen him for several days, his eyebrows and eyes held a deep fatigue, his handsome features sharp and cold. He had already taken off his suit jacket, and the silk shirt of the same color fell with a great drape, gently swaying with his movements. He tapped on the car door, feigning ignorance as he asked, “Do you like sports cars?”

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Unsure if he still remembered the unpleasantness from a few days ago, Shen Zhiyi could not tell his mood and quickly replied, “No, I don’t.”

She bent slightly at the waist, peering at him through the gap left by the half-open window; her lips curved into a small smile, “Mr. Pei, I’ll ride in your car.”

Her soft curls fell over her shoulders, and her bright, exquisite face was veiled in a thin halo of light. A hint of a smile was enough to stir one’s soul, and at this moment, those eyes were looking at him, the smile was for him.

Pei Yu gazed firmly, privately wishing this moment could last a bit longer, even longer. Yet, he couldn’t bear to let her be exposed to the scorching sun for too long and shifted his gaze away, “Get in the car.”

The air conditioner was on inside the car, and as soon as she entered, the cool breeze quickly dispelled the heat clinging to her. Before Shen Zhiyi could speak, Pei Yu had already leaned over against her, resting his head on her lap and closing his eyes to rest.

His complexion was poor, and Shen Zhiyi thought he might be weary and wanted to sleep for a while, so she sat quietly, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

After a few minutes of silence in the car, the wrist she had placed by her leg was gently pinched. She dared not move, her voice was soft, “Aren’t you sleeping?”

She wished he could take a short nap; he looked quite pale and must be very tired.

Pei Yu lay back on her lap, his eyelids not lifted, his fingertips leisurely kneading the inside of her wrist, and from his tone, one could hear his weariness, “Not sleepy.”

A liar, clearly so tired he could barely keep his eyes open.

“Who was the person who wanted to give you a ride?”

He was tired but not sleeping, still hanging onto the fact that she was almost taken away by someone else just now.

“Xun Zhouxing,” Shen Zhiyi wasn’t sure if he knew the name, “He’s a director.”

There was silence from Pei Yu for a while. Playing his role as the boss’s problem-solver, Secretary Qin couldn’t help but over-explain from the passenger seat, “That Xun Family, they’re in the building materials business. Xun Zhouxing is the youngest son of the family.”

Pei Yu thought for a moment, his tone flat, “The fool who lost two billion in investments?”

“Cough,” Secretary Qin murmured softly, “That’s him alright.”

Not interested in Xun Zhouxing, Shen Zhiyi treated Pei Yu’s question as casual inquiry, quickly switching topics, “I saw you at the tea house just now.”

Pei Yu turned to his side, burying himself into her arms, her body still carrying the fragrance of tea, likely from her time in the tea house.

“Mm, went to show respect for the elders.”

The partition rose, and the last thing Secretary Qin heard was that, prompting him to silently sneer inwardly.

How many people could request Pei Yu to make an appearance? There was no need for him to rush over as soon as he returned to the country, it was all just to block someone.