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

The words were clearly a warning, and Li Wenwen's face paled. She lowered her head and dared not utter a sound.

After the meeting, Shu Hua was stopped by Qiao Na, who gave her a few words of affirmation and encouragement in private.

As they walked out of the conference room, Yao Zhiyao immediately rushed up and grabbed her arm, excitedly whispering, "Sister Shuhua! You were so cool just now! Did you see Li Wenwen's face? Haha, that was so satisfying!"

Shu Hua smiled and said, "I just did what I was supposed to do."

"You're just too modest!" Yao Zhiyao chattered on as the two walked towards their workstations together.

As Shu Hua passed by the restroom, she heard a familiar, high-pitched voice coming from inside; it was Zhang Li.

"...What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? All you can do is draw a few strokes. Who knows if your ideas are copied?"

Another voice chimed in, "Exactly! Look at her outfit, all designer brands, and that bag, a Hermes Kelly, worth hundreds of thousands! Two different bags every two days, where does a newcomer get so much money?"

"Is that even a question?" Zhang Li scoffed. "I saw her get out of a Rolls-Royce this morning with my own eyes. She says she's married, but who knows what her husband does? Maybe he's some big shot old enough to be her father!"

Shu Hua stopped in her tracks.

Yao Zhiyao heard it too, and his face turned red with anger. He wanted to rush in to argue, but Shu Hua gently pulled him back.

Shu Hua shook her head at her, then pushed open the bathroom door.

Zhang Li and another female colleague, who were touching up their makeup at the sink, saw her in the mirror and their expressions changed instantly.

A flicker of panic crossed Zhang Li's face, but it was quickly replaced by feigned disdain.

Shu Hua walked to the empty sink and slowly turned on the tap to wash her hands. The water flowed gently, and she continued washing them slowly and deliberately until her hands were dry. Then she turned around, leaned against the counter, and looked calmly at Zhang Li.

"What are you chatting about, Sister Li? It's so lively!" Her voice was soft and sweet, and she even had a slight smile on her face.

Zhang Li felt uncomfortable under her gaze, and forced herself to say, "We didn't talk about anything, just chatting."

"Oh?" Shu Hua tilted her head slightly. "I think I heard them talking about my bag, my clothes, and my private life?"

Another female colleague had already lowered her head in embarrassment.

Zhang Li's face flushed red, and she decided to throw caution to the wind: "What? Am I wrong? So young and dressed in designer brands, you must be either relying on your family or a man! Explain yourself if you dare! Dressed like that, who are you trying to seduce?"

Shu Hua laughed, not a cold laugh, but a laugh that felt absurd and funny.

"Why should I explain my spending power to you?" she said softly. "Sister Li, wealthy families also have daughters. Can't wealthy people go to work, earn money through their own abilities, or wear the clothes they like?"

She stepped forward, her 168cm height giving her an advantage, and the nobility and composure she exuded made Zhang Li subconsciously take a half step back.

"As for my marriage," Shu Hua paused, her gaze sweeping over Zhang Li's face, contorted with jealousy, "my husband is young, strong, and handsome! We're legally married, and our relationship is great. Does that disappoint you?"

Zhang Li was speechless.

Shu Hua took another step forward, her voice even softer, yet each word clear: "Also, Sister Li just asked me, 'Who are you planning to seduce?'"

"I was just about to ask you, who do you usually...seduce? You have so much experience, tell me so I can learn from you?"

"You!" Zhang Li trembled with anger, her face turning red and white, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

The door to the next cubicle opened, and a senior female colleague from the design department came out. She washed her hands and glanced at Zhang Li indifferently: "Instead of wasting time gossiping behind people's backs, you should spend more time working on the plans. Director Qiao hates this kind of messy stuff in the department."

Zhang Li completely lost her temper, glared fiercely at Shu Hua, and hurriedly left with her companion.

The female colleague nodded to Shu Hua in a friendly manner and then left.

Yao Zhiyao's eyes lit up: "Sister Shuhua! You were absolutely right! I almost rushed in and yelled at her!"

Shu Hua shook her head: "There's no need to get angry over this kind of person. Just do whatever makes you comfortable."

Even so, throughout the afternoon, Shu Hua could feel the unfriendly glances coming from Zhang Li and Li Wenwen. She ignored them and focused on her work.

She didn't have much of an appetite for lunch and only ate a few bites of salad. By evening, her stomach felt empty and she felt slightly dizzy. She got up to go to the break room to make herself a cup of coffee to clear her head.

There was no one in the tea room.

She had just opened the coffee cup when she heard footsteps behind her. Thinking it was another colleague, she didn't turn around and pressed the button.

"You only ate so little for lunch, and now you're drinking coffee? Are you trying to ruin your stomach?"

A deep, familiar voice sounded from behind her, startling Shu Hua so much that her hand trembled, and the hot water almost splashed out. She turned around abruptly and saw Pei Yanzhou standing at the door of the tea room, his posture upright, one hand in his trouser pocket, quietly watching her.

Why is he here? The CEO's office is on the top floor...

"Hello, Mr. Pei." Shu Hua subconsciously straightened up and greeted him respectfully, but her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Pei Yanzhou walked in and casually closed the tea room door behind him—a gesture that made Shu Hua's breath catch in her throat.

The small space was instantly filled with his fresh and pleasant scent, which carried a strong sense of oppression.

"How was your day?" He took a few steps closer, his gaze falling on her face.

"It's...it's alright." Shu Hua felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Does your tongue hurt again?" he asked again, lowering his voice.

Shu Hua nodded.

At noon, she initially wanted to drink some soup to replenish her energy and blood, but she ended up burning herself.

"Let me see," he said, reaching out and gently lifting her chin with his fingertips.

The cool touch sent a shiver through her body. She tried to dodge, but he held the back of her neck with his other hand. The pressure wasn't strong, but it made her unable to move.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his eyes focused.

The position was too suggestive, and Shu Hua's cheeks flushed bright red. She looked towards the door in a panic, "No... someone might come in..."

"No one's here." Pei Yanzhou said firmly, gently stroking her chin with his fingertip. "Let's see."

His voice seemed to have a magical power, and Shu Hua inexplicably parted her lips slightly.

Pei Yanzhou examined it carefully, his brows furrowing slightly: "It's still a bit swollen. I'll spray some more medicine when we get home tonight."

"You want to spray again?" Shu Hua subconsciously pouted.

The medicine tasted bitter, and that was the part she hated most.

"Spray it on and it'll heal faster." Pei Yanzhou didn't immediately let go; instead, he ran his thumb across her lower lip. Shu Hua's eyelashes trembled nervously. She tried to turn her head, but he held her firmly in place.

Just then, faint footsteps and laughter could be heard outside the door, getting closer!

Shu Hua was terrified. She pushed him away with all her might and almost instinctively squatted down.

Pei Yanzhou was pushed back half a step by her. He looked at her squatting down, looking like a tiny ball, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

The footsteps paused at the doorway, as if hesitating whether to come in, before gradually fading away.

Shu Hua breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, glared angrily at Pei Yanzhou, and mouthed silently, "You did that on purpose!"