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Gradually, the pain subsided, the trembling back under my palms smoothed out, and the soft, cat-like sobs disappeared.

The man's furrowed brows relaxed, but his hands continued moving, his cool, deep voice filled with tenderness.

"Huanhuan, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't protect you well. Lin Xiaoyue and I have broken up. You heard it from my own mouth on the day we first met. Don't worry, that won't happen again..."

A gentle, low voice soothed the girl, and her sobs completely stopped, her trembling, frail shoulders finally relaxing.

Just as Pei Yansheng was about to relax, an indifferent voice came from beside him.

"Let me go."

The man stiffened, remained silent for a moment, and then released the girl.

When he met the girl's red eyes, his fingertips trembled slightly, and a subtle, aching feeling welled up in his heart. He wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a sound.

"joyous......."

"Mr. Pei."

Sang Huan stepped back without hesitation, her voice still carrying an uncontrollable sob, her once bright and lively eyes now filled with defensiveness and vigilance.

She's on guard against me, why?

Is it because of Lin Xiaoyue?

The man's thin lips were completely drained of color, and his already pale skin looked even more ashen under the light, his dark eyes filled with a gloomy expression.

Sang Huan pursed her lips and turned her head away firmly, "Lin Xiaoyue and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. You don't need to try to please me because of her anymore."

No, it wasn't because of Lin Xiaoyue. He simply liked her and wanted to be with her.

Without giving the man a chance to explain, Sang Huan spoke forcefully, her eyes almost overflowing with indifference.

"Considering Mr. Pei helped me before, I'll let this matter go, but—"

Her tone was earnest, and her bright, watery eyes were filled with determination.

"Please, you and your girlfriend Lin Xiaoyue, leave my world. I don't want to hear any more baseless accusations. I can't accept being called a mistress to my face, and I don't want my family to be implicated."

Pei Yansheng's throat tightened, his eyes churning with turbulent emotions. But when he met the girl's tearful eyes, he swallowed back the words of explanation that were about to come out.

He took a deep breath, the starlight in his dark eyes becoming sparse and fragmented, dim to the extreme.

He said, "Okay."

"Thank you, Mr. Pei."

Sang Huan lowered her eyes and responded as if she hadn't seen anything.

Pei Yansheng gave her a deep look, then turned and left without lingering.

In the instant he disappeared, the man's handsome and noble face was suddenly covered by shadows, and his aura was cold and terrifying!

Pei Yansheng disappeared from her sight. Only then did the girl standing there look away. The stubbornness and coldness on her face vanished completely. She then slowly walked towards the nearby restroom.

The mirror reflected the girl's face; her long, thick eyelashes were wet with tears, forming wisps; stray hairs clung messily to her cheeks; and a thin rouge tinged the corners of her eyes.

Truly, she is pitiful to behold.

Sang Huan smiled as she slowly and methodically tidied her messy hair.

The system, which had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but feel puzzled when it saw its host's calm demeanor.

[Host, didn't you want to use the female lead to push the male lead to your side? Why did you make him and the female lead roll together just now?]

At this point, it would be great to play the victim and seize the opportunity to grab the male lead, thus completing the mission quickly.

"Idiot," Sang Huan's lips curled slightly, "have you forgotten what I told you?"

People always want what they can't have.

If she agrees so easily, wouldn't all the groundwork laid beforehand be wasted?

Didn't Lin Xiaoyue see Pei Yansheng as her last hope?

Then she would wait, as Lin Xiaoyue personally delivered this glimmer of hope into her hands, turning it into her final, fatal poison.

A delicate, white fingertip, damp with water, gently twirls on the mirror, and a heart shape leaps forth.

Sang Huan smiled and splashed the water away before turning away in a good mood.

The banquet is almost over; it's time for her to go home with her parents.

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Meanwhile, Assistant Wang rushed into the banquet hall after receiving the message. Looking at Pei Yansheng's cold and stern expression, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Oh no! His monthly bonus, quarterly bonus, year-end bonus—damn Lin Xiaoyue! How did this idiot even get in here?!

Assistant Wang's smile was more like a grimace. "President Pei, I'm sorry, I really didn't expect Miss Lin to..."

Pei Yansheng raised his eyes, his cold and sinister gaze sweeping over them, and Assistant Wang was so frightened that he immediately fell silent.

"Go and find out where Lin Xiaoyue got the invitation."

"Okay, sure."

Assistant Wang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and just as he was about to turn and leave, Pei Yansheng spoke again.

"etc."

"What?"

"Lin Xiaoyue, please compile a report on the losses the company has suffered during this period and send it to the office. Also, please help me investigate what happened between her and Huan... Sang Huan during this period, down to the smallest detail."

"Okay, is that all, Mr. Pei?"

"That's all, you can go now."

"Okay."

Assistant Wang turned and left, and Pei Yansheng then stepped into the car.

Thinking of everything that happened tonight, the image of the girl sobbing and crying lingered in his mind, and he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his heart.

He sighed softly, and his long, slender fingers unconsciously rose up, gently touching the spot on his chest where he had been bitten.

The pain had subsided, and as he held the girl in his arms, a faint sweet fragrance mixed with a tingling sensation spread through his heart.

The man closed his eyes, the emotions churning in his long, dark eyes suddenly concealed, and it was unclear how much time had passed.

He then sighed softly, "Huanhuan..."

Half joy, half helplessness...

What should I do to get closer to you...?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The incident in the lounge did not spread and was forcefully suppressed by the young master of the Lu family. Lin Xiaoyue, who caused trouble up there, was also sent to jail for a few days before being released.

When Lin Xiaoyue came out, her eyes were lifeless, and she seemed completely dazed.

She looked at the blinding sunlight in the sky, her eyes stinging and difficult to open.

After spending a few days inside, her impulsive emotions calmed down considerably, and her mindset had already changed several times over.

When Chen Chen, who was standing by the car, saw her come out, he quickly took the clothes in his hand and went to greet her.

"Xiaoyue, you're out. I'm sorry, I couldn't help you. The Lu family put pressure on me, and I tried many ways to mediate, but nothing worked. Are you alright?"

The cold body was wrapped in clothes, and warmth surged back.

Looking at the man in front of her with a face full of concern, Lin Xiaoyue wanted to force a gentle smile, but it was all in vain.

She eventually suppressed her smile, lowered her gaze, and remained silent.

Looking at her, Chen Chen felt even more guilty.

He didn't speak until he helped her home and Lin Xiaoyue came out after taking a shower.

"Chen Chen, do you like me?"

Chen Chen was taken aback, his tone helpless.

"Do I even need to say that? If I didn't like you, why would I be following you around like this? Wait a minute, I'll get you a glass of hot water. What do you want to eat later? Change your clothes and let's go out."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Chen was suddenly wrapped tightly around the waist by two hands.

"Would you be willing to help me one more time?"

"What?" Chen Chen's body stiffened as he felt the soft warmth pressing against him from behind.

"If you can help me just one more time, Brother Chen, I'm willing."

The sweet scent of the shower gel lingered in his nostrils. It was finally the lover he had longed for for so many years. Chen Chen finally responded in a hoarse voice.

"it is good."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.