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

Pei Yanzhou was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Have you run into any trouble at the company lately?"

Shu Hua paused for a moment, then said, "It's alright... How can you avoid trouble in the workplace? But I've dealt with it all."

"The person who hired that driver," Pei Yanzhou looked at her and slowly said, "was Zhang Li from the design department."

"Zhang Li?!" Shu Hua's eyes widened in shock. "How could it be her?"

She had considered many people: family business rivals, or Pei Yanzhou's enemies. But she never expected it to be Zhang Li.

"Just because I publicly exposed her plagiarism?" Shu Hua found it unbelievable. "But she stole my design first! I was just trying to get justice for myself, is that wrong? Why did she have to do that?"

"Because people with extreme inferiority complexes are very unreasonable," Pei Yanzhou said calmly. "They cannot communicate with you using normal thinking. The more outstanding and dazzling you are, the more they will hate you."

Shu Hua clicked her tongue, looking quite troubled.

It wasn't her fault at all...

Pei Yanzhou gripped her hand tightly and said, "She's been fired, and the judicial authorities have intervened. Don't be afraid, she can't hurt you anymore."

He paused, his voice turning colder: "I will make her pay the price."

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Back at the Royal Bay Villa, Shu Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's still more comfortable at home.

Aunt Chen had been waiting at the door for a while. As soon as she saw Shu Hua get out of the car, her eyes reddened: "Young mistress has suffered so much... Look, you've lost so much weight."

She held Shu Hua's hand, looked her up and down, and felt a pang of heartache.

"Aunt Chen, I'm fine. It's just a minor scratch, it'll be fine in a few days," Shu Hua reassured her with a smile.

"You said you were fine," Aunt Chen said with concern, "You look so pale. I specially made some pigeon soup; have a bowl later to nourish yourself."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Chen."

"Don't mention it, child."

Lunch was light, but prepared with care. The pigeon soup was rich and flavorful, with goji berries and red dates added. There were also several light side dishes that Shuhua likes.

She didn't actually have much of an appetite, but not wanting Aunt Chen to have worked for nothing, nor wanting Pei Yanzhou to worry, she forced herself to eat more.

After lunch, Shu Hua assumed Pei Yanzhou would be going to the company in the afternoon, so she went upstairs by herself. Although she had showered at the hospital, she was still a little obsessive about cleanliness and felt that she smelled of disinfectant on her body.

After a quick shower, she came out wrapped in a bathrobe, drying her hair as she walked towards the bedroom.

However, she was stunned as soon as she entered the bedroom.

Pei Yanzhou was still there.

And what's even more damning is that he was holding her cell phone.

and many more……

Shu Hua's heart skipped a beat.

She remembered scrolling through short videos for a while before going into the shower, and... she thinks she didn't turn them off?

The next second, familiar background music came from the phone. The volume wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.

Do most men secretly "braise" themselves?

It's a short voting video.

Even worse—she remembered that she had cast the "bag" ball.

That vote.

Shu Hua froze on the spot, her hand drying her hair stopped in mid-air, and the expression on her face instantly solidified.

Pei Yanzhou shifted his gaze from his phone screen to her, raised an eyebrow slightly, and a meaningful smile played on his lips.

He put down his phone and walked towards her.

The bathrobe was loosely wrapped around her body. As he approached, Shu Hua unconsciously took a step back, her back pressed against the door frame.

She had just come out of the shower

"I did what I could by myself." His voice carried a clear hint of amusement. "So, your vote... wasn't wrong."

Shu Hua's face flushed bright red instantly.

My face turned completely red, from my neck to my ears and then to my cheeks.

He did see it, not only the video, but also her vote! He even gave a serious critique!

What does "did it on a whim" mean? ...Can you just say that about a drawing?

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. She was so embarrassed she could dig a whole Pei Group building out of her toes.

"I... um..." she stammered, "I just randomly found it... and threw it randomly..."

"Hmm," Pei Yanzhou nodded, his smile deepening, "You just threw out a casual question and came up with such a profound one."

"Stop talking!" Shu Hua was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Pei Yanzhou chuckled softly and reached out to pull her into his arms. The bathrobe was loosely wrapped around her body, and when he pulled it open, the collar opened slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

"It seems Mrs. Pei... has some misunderstandings about me." He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Do you need me to prove it to you personally?"

"Prove what?" Shu Hua asked subconsciously.

"Prove that I..." His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low and husky, "I don't need to 'solve it myself'."

Shu Hua's face turned even redder.

She pushed him away: "Get away from me... my head still hurts..."

"The doctor said that appropriate activity will help with recovery," Pei Yanzhou said seriously.

"What 'appropriate activity'!" Shu Hua glared at him. "The doctor said walking! Not... not this kind of activity!"

"What kind of activity?" Pei Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, teasing her on purpose.

Shu Hua was so angry that she couldn't speak, so she simply buried her face in his chest and pretended to be dead.

Pei Yanzhou chuckled and took her towel, patiently drying her hair.

Pei Yanzhou patiently dried her hair, his movements not particularly skillful, but very delicate. The bedroom was quiet, with only the soft sound of the towel rubbing against her hair and their light breathing.

After a while, until his hair stopped dripping water, Pei Yanzhou stopped what he was doing and draped the half-wet towel over the back of the chair next to him.

"Go dry your hair." He looked at her still-reddened earlobes. "Then rest. The doctor said you need to get more sleep."

"Oh... okay." Shu Hua responded hesitantly, then awkwardly moved towards the dressing table and took out the hair dryer.

I plugged in the power, turned on the switch, and a buzzing sound came out, which at least masked some of the embarrassment.

She absentmindedly dried her hair, her mind a jumbled mess. One moment she was thinking about the car accident, the next about Zhang Li's face, but most of all, the humiliating and infuriating image of Pei Yanzhou seeing the "socially degrading" video kept replaying on a loop...

Through the dressing mirror, she secretly glanced at the man behind her.

Pei Yanzhou had already sat down on the sofa, picked up his phone again, and started working. He was focused, as if the embarrassing little incident from earlier had never happened.

Shu Hua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After drying her hair, she climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers. She was still exhausted; the aftereffects of the concussion made her prone to drowsiness. But as she closed her eyes, the moment of her "social death" resurfaced in her mind, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

Just as she was tossing and turning, the edge of the bed dipped slightly.

Pei Yanzhou had come over at some point and sat down by the bed. He reached out and felt the temperature of her forehead, then gently touched the edge of the gauze on her forehead: "Does it still hurt?"

"A little bit, a dull ache," Shu Hua replied softly.