Sweet Temptation! The Beauty in President Pei's Palm is Too Alluring

Pei Yanzhou paused for a second.

He immediately stood up, walked around the table, and sat down next to her.

"Really?" He took her hand, and with his other hand touched her forehead. "Is anything bothering you? When did you remember?"

Shu Hua was amused by his nervous expression: "I'm not feeling unwell. It just happened a few hours before you came back last night."

"Why did you suddenly think of that?" His brows furrowed even more. "Did something trigger you? Did you force yourself to think about it?"

This is what he fears most.

The doctor said that memory recovery needs to be done naturally; forcing it will only backfire and may cause headaches or even more serious consequences.

"No, no, don't worry." Shu Hua patted his hand reassuringly. "I didn't force myself, nor was I triggered. I just saw a familiar painting, and then I remembered it."

"What painting?"

Do you remember "Twilight Rose"?

Pei Yanzhou nodded.

Shu Hua explained, "The painter's signature is 'S,' right?"

He nodded.

"Because the painter of that painting," Shu said, word by word, "that is, S is actually me."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Pei Yanzhou, waiting to see his surprised expression.

however……

Pei Yanzhou's expression was calm.

He was as calm as if he had known all along.

Shu Hua blinked.

He blinked again.

"Aren't you surprised at all?" she asked, looking at him suspiciously. "I am S!"

"Surprised," Pei Yanzhou said, but his expression didn't reflect that at all.

Shu Hua looked at him suspiciously: "You didn't already know S was me, did you?"

Pei Yanzhou was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

Shu Hua: "..."

"When did you find out?!"

"I knew that when I found out you were my wife."

So, he already knew about her "hidden identity" all along?

"That night," she pressed, "when I mentioned the painting to you, you didn't seem to know it was me. You weren't doing it on purpose, were you?"

Pei Yanzhou chuckled: "I thought you didn't want me to know, so I didn't expose you."

Shu Hua: "..."

Good guy.

She thought she had hidden it well, but it turned out that the other party already knew and even played along with her act.

This is so embarrassing!

She covered her face, feeling utterly horrified.

Pei Yanzhou smiled and pulled her into his arms: "I'm sorry. If you want me to forget, I can forget right now."

Shu Hua lifted her head from his embrace and glared at him.

"Why did you say you'd forget?" she scolded him. "Forgetting the people who love you and the people you love is the most painful thing in the world. Don't say things like that again."

Her eyes reddened slightly as she spoke. Having experienced forgetting herself, she knew what it felt like. She didn't want him to suffer that pain.

"Okay," Pei Yanzhou said softly, "I won't say anymore."

That afternoon, Shu Hua received a surprise: a whole row of Hermès orange gift boxes, neatly arranged in the living room.

Someone said it was a gift to celebrate her regaining her memory.

Shu Hua counted them; there were eight in total.

Eight Hermès bags, all of them limited editions and collector's items.

Shu Hua looked at the pile of boxes, then at him, and after a long pause, finally managed to say, "Isn't this a bit too much?"

Pei Yanzhou raised an eyebrow: "Is it an exaggeration? I think it's fine."

"Eight of them."

"Hmm, that'll be perfect for a different dish every day of the week, giving me an extra backup."

Shu Hua: "..."

Is this how a domineering CEO celebrates?

Although it's a bit extravagant, she likes it.

-

Shu Hua went to the hospital for a comprehensive follow-up examination. The results were very good; all indicators were normal, there were no aftereffects, and her physical condition had recovered well.

She can finally go back to work.

Pei Yanzhou was actually a little worried. The previous accident had left him with considerable psychological trauma, and he was afraid that something else might happen again. But Shu Hua pleaded and begged, making all sorts of sweet promises, and in the end, he agreed.

On Monday morning, the two went to work together.

In the underground parking lot, Shu Hua unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when she suddenly remembered something.

"Um," she turned to look at him, "shall we go up separately?"

Pei Yanzhou paused and looked at her.

"Going in together seems a bit too high-profile," Shu Hua explained. "Although everyone knows about it now, but..."

She didn't finish speaking, but when she met Pei Yanzhou's gaze, her voice gradually faded.

That look in his eyes was an expression that seemed to say, "Do you think I'd say yes?"

"I'll take you to the design department," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But……"

"No buts."

Shu Hua knew she couldn't go against his wishes, so she had no choice but to accept her fate.

The two took the regular employee elevator.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, and Pei Yanzhou naturally took her hand.

Upon reaching the first floor, the elevator doors opened.

A group of elevator employees were standing outside the door. They were chatting and laughing, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, they were about to step inside when they saw the people inside and froze.

At the very front is Pei Yanzhou, president of the Pei Group, the legendary Cold Noodles King of Hell.

A woman was standing next to him.

Shu Hua from the design department is rumored to be the president's wife, secretly married.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Everyone remained frozen in place, seemingly about to enter the elevator, unsure whether to go in or not.

Shu Hua felt a chill run down her spine from those gazes.

She subconsciously let go of Pei Yanzhou's hand.

Pei Yanzhou glanced down at her but didn't say anything.

The elevator doors sensed someone and paused for a few seconds before closing automatically.

Pei Yanzhou reached out and pressed the door open button, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Aren't you coming up?"

The group looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, one of the bolder ones stepped in first, followed by the others who squeezed in as well.

"Thank you, Mr. Pei!"

"Good morning, Mr. Pei. Good morning, Mrs. Pei."

The elevator was instantly packed with people.

Shu Hua was squeezed into a corner. Pei Yanzhou stood in front of her, shielding her behind him, and naturally took her hand again.

Later arrivals, unaware that they were already there, continued to push their way in.

"Wow, there are so many people today..."

"I'm going to be late... I'm going to be late..."

Pei Yanzhou turned slightly to the side, using his body to block the crowd and prevent anyone from touching Shu Hua.

Shu Hua was shielded behind him, and as she looked at their clasped hands, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile.

This... seems pretty good.

The elevator arrived at the floor where the design department was located. The doors opened, and Pei Yanzhou led Shu Hua out.

Suppressed screams and excited chatter came from behind:

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?!"

"President Pei actually took the employee elevator?!"

"They held hands the whole time."

"It's so sweet, help!!!"

Shu Hua lowered her head, her ears were bright red, but she couldn't help but smile.

Design Department. Jona and several vice presidents were there, and all the other colleagues were also present.

Shu Hua entered the door—

"Bang! Bang!"

Fireworks exploded, and colorful confetti rained down.

"Welcome back, Painter!" everyone cheered.

Shu Hua was startled, then burst out laughing.

Then she saw a firework land on Pei Yanzhou's shoulder.

The cheers from the crowd abruptly ceased.