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

Pei Yanzhou remained noncommittal, only straightening the cuffs of his suit that she had wrinkled: "Don't rush off after get off work, wait for me."

"what?"

"On the way." He uttered two words without further explanation, turned around, opened the door to the tea room, and walked straight out.

Shu Hua leaned against the kitchen counter, clutching her still wildly beating heart, and it took her a while to calm down.

That bad man!

I always like to tease her like that!

……

It was time to leave work, and my colleagues left one after another.

Shu Hua received a message from Pei Yanzhou: "There's an urgent international video conference that will take about thirty minutes. Wait for me."

She replied with a "Okay," then opened her unfinished work and continued working.

Yao Zhiyao finished packing her things and, seeing that Shu Hua was still there, came over and asked, "Sister Shu Hua, aren't you leaving get off work yet? Working overtime?"

Shu Hua looked up from the screen and smiled, "Okay, I'll leave later. I'll wait for my husband to pick me up."

"Wow! Your husband is so nice, he even picked you up from get off work!" Yao Zhiyao exclaimed enviously. "Sister Shuhua, what does your husband look like? What does he do? To be able to marry such a beautiful woman like you, he must be exceptionally outstanding, right?"

Shu Hua thought for a moment and carefully chose her words: "Just... ordinary, doing some small business, running a small company, just an ordinary person."

Yao Zhiyao believed her and nodded: "Running your own business is good, it's free. But you'll definitely be very successful."

She still has a lot of faith in the judgment of beautiful women!

"You two must have a great relationship. Your eyes were shining when you talked about him! He must be very pampered."

Shu Hua felt a little embarrassed by what she said and touched her face: "Really?"

"Yes, yes!" Yao Zhiyao affirmed, "That natural sweetness is impossible to hide! Okay, I won't disturb your time together any longer, I'll be going now, see you tomorrow!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

After Yao Zhiyao left, the office area became even quieter. Shu Hua rubbed her sore eyes and looked out the window.

I just finished making final adjustments to the project's color scheme, saved the document, and stretched. The time in the bottom right corner of my computer screen showed it was already 6:30 PM.

The phone screen lit up with a message from Pei Yanzhou: [It's over. Where are you?]

Shu Hua quickly typed: [Still at my workstation. Wait for me in the parking lot, I'll be right down.]

She paused, then added, "There are fewer people near your parking spot."

The reply came instantly: 【Mm.】

Shu Hua turned off her computer, packed her bag, and checked her desktop to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything.

She carried her bag and strode towards the elevator, the sound of her high heels clicking on the marble floor echoing in the empty space.

The elevator descended to the B2 floor.

The VIP area was at the far end of the parking lot. Shu Hua spotted the familiar black Rolls-Royce at a glance, quietly parked in its private spot.

She jogged over, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then opened the back door and quickly climbed inside.

As soon as you sit inside, a rich rose fragrance wafts over you.

Shu Hua was stunned for a moment. On the center console sat a large bouquet of purple roses. The deep purple petals were layered upon each other, with a velvety sheen at the edges. Each flower was in perfect bloom, carefully wrapped in light gray matte paper and black ribbon, exuding elegance and romance.

It's from the roseonly line.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she turned to the man beside her: "Is this for me?"

Pei Yanzhou turned his head to look at her.

"What else?" His voice carried a hint of weariness and languor.

Overjoyed, Shu Hua forgot all about being reserved and leaned over to hug him, pressing her cheek against his suit collar: "Thank you, Mr. Pei!"

"President Pei is so magnanimous!"

He can flatter anyone without batting an eye.

Pei Yanzhou was momentarily stunned by her sudden initiative. The body in his arms was soft and warm, carrying her unique sweet fragrance mixed with the scent of roses, inexplicably alluring.

He paused for a moment, then gently wrapped his arm around her waist.

The hug was brief; Shu Hua quickly released it, then carefully pulled the bouquet of roses into her arms, lowering her head to take a deep sniff: "They smell so good... Why did you suddenly think of giving me flowers?"

"I passed by the flower shop this afternoon." Pei Yanzhou said succinctly, but his gaze remained fixed on her face.

With keen insight, driver Uncle Wang raised the partition between the front and back seats, and the car smoothly drove out of the parking lot.

Throughout the journey, Shu Hua held onto the bouquet of roses tightly, her smile never fading. She even took out her phone and took several selfies with the roses.

"Pei Yanzhou, look!" She held her phone screen up to him. In the photo, she smiled, her eyes crinkling, and the purple roses in her arms made her skin appear even whiter and brighter. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Pei Yanzhou glanced at it and said, "Hmm."

"Just 'hmm'?" Shu Hua wasn't satisfied with this perfunctory answer. Her eyes darted around, and she shoved her phone into his hand. "Then take a few pictures for me. Make sure they capture how beautiful both Hua Du and I look!"

Pei Yanzhou looked at the phone in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly: "I don't know how to take pictures."

"It's okay!" Shu Hua adjusted her posture, holding the flowers more attractively, and winked at him. "I'm naturally beautiful, I look good from every angle. Just press any button!"

She said this with a touch of pride and narcissism, yet it was so naturally cute that it was impossible to dislike her.

Pei Yanzhou looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing. He held up his phone; the woman on the screen tilted her head slightly, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, holding purple roses in her arms, making a playful peace sign, and deliberately pouting her pink lips.

It's really beautiful. It looks good no matter how you photograph it.

He pressed the shutter and took three or four photos in a row.

"Let me see, let me see!" Shu Hua reached for her phone.

Pei Yanzhou didn't give her a chance. He shoved his phone away, grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand, and kissed her.

"Hmm..." Shu Hua was caught off guard and opened her eyes wide.

The kiss wasn't deep; he was still mindful of her tongue, gently sucking on her lips with his tongue, tracing their shape lightly, bringing waves of tingling shivers.

Shu Hua was so dizzy from his kisses that she almost dropped the rose in her hand. Fortunately, he released her quickly, his breathing slightly erratic.

"I haven't seen the photos yet..." Shu Hua muttered softly, her cheeks flushed.

"I'll look at it when I get home." Pei Yanzhou's voice was a little hoarse.

Aunt Chen took the day off today, and the two of them ate something simple outside before going home.

As soon as he entered, Pei Yanzhou loosened his tie: "I'm going to the study to take care of some work. You can rest first."

"Oh, okay." Shu Hua nodded, holding the roses.

After Pei Yanzhou went upstairs, Shu Hua carefully untied the bouquet, found a plain white ceramic vase, filled it with water, and then took out the pruning shears. She carried the vase and jars upstairs as well.

She changed her clothes. A long, strappy dress with a watercolor print.

The dress is a cool gray ink painting style, with smooth and soft silk fabric. The halter design reveals her delicate collarbone and slender shoulder and neck lines. The back is not too low, but it reveals a section of her fair and smooth back just right. The waist is perfectly cinched, and the hem has layers of ruffles.

It possesses both the gentle charm of the Jiangnan water towns and a touch of just the right amount of allure.

She loosely tied her long hair up with a white shark clip, letting a few stray strands fall around her neck, then sat cross-legged on the soft, long-haired carpet and began to concentrate on pruning the flower branches.

This is the scene that Pei Yanzhou saw when he came out of the study.

His young wife lowered her head slightly, her profile soft and beautiful. Her long, slender, white fingers held a flower stem, while her other hand held scissors, her movements gentle. Her long, ink-wash dress spread out on the carpet, revealing her delicate and smooth shoulders and back.

He walked over, his footsteps very light: "What are you doing?"