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

"What about me?"

"Since it's so close to the company," Shu Hua pursed her lips and said softly, "will you... come back tonight? You've been so busy lately, coming home so late at night, I can't even talk to you for a while..."

Towards the end, his voice unconsciously carried a hint of grievance.

She knew his work was important and understood his busy schedule. However, every day when she woke up, there was no one beside her, and at night she was so tired that she fell asleep first. Even though they lived under the same roof, it felt like they were on different time zones... This feeling was not pleasant.

Pei Yanzhou looked at her slightly pouting lips and the hint of reproach in her eyes, and his heart felt a gentle thud. He knew that he had indeed spent far too little time with her lately.

A wave of guilt washed over him. He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, his voice softening: "You want me to stay with you, don't you?"

Shu Hua buried her face in his chest, nodded gently, and looked a little embarrassed.

Pei Yanzhou was incredibly soft-hearted.

"I understand." He lowered his head, found her lips, and kissed them gently. Then, looking into her moist eyes, he said, "I've been dealing with a few tricky international M&A projects lately, and I've neglected my wife, Mrs. Pei. It was my fault."

He gently wiped the corner of her eye with his fingertip and continued, "From now on, I'll try to come home earlier every night to be with you. Okay?"

His earnest apology and promises made Shu Hua feel a little embarrassed.

She shook her head. "I don't mean to blame you. I understand you're busy with work, that's the important thing. But..." She raised her hand and smoothed his slightly furrowed brow. "You also need to take care of yourself. You have such a heavy workload every day, and you can't even rest properly. You're not a robot. Even robots need to recharge."

She chattered away, earnestly "educating" him.

Pei Yanzhou felt a warmth and tenderness in his heart as he looked at her caring expression. He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Shu Hua glared at him reproachfully, "You're still laughing! Am I wrong?"

"Yes, you're absolutely right," Pei Yanzhou nodded, a smile in his eyes as he looked at her meaningfully, "So... I'm going to recharge tonight."

Shu Hua: "...?"

That sounds a bit strange. Is that what she means by "charging"?

Why does it feel like... I dug a hole for myself?

Pei Yanzhou looked at her stunned expression, smiled, kissed her cheek, and then patted her bottom: "Alright, play by yourself for a while, I'll go cook."

Shu Hua was still a little incredulous: "You're really going to cook?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Pei Yanzhou raised an eyebrow.

Shu Hua wanted to retort—How could there not be! When we were in bed! Those "just once" and "it'll be over soon" promises are all lies!

But she dared not say it.

"Okay..." she conceded. "Then I'll go take a shower first. Chef Pei, take your time cooking."

Shu Hua's bathing routine is always meticulous, taking at least an hour for the entire process...

When she came out of the bathroom again, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Shu Hua walked over and saw Pei Yanzhou wearing that black shirt and a dark gray apron, standing in front of the stove.

The shirt sleeves were rolled up to the forearms, revealing the smooth muscles of the forearms, and the veins on the back of the hands were slightly bulging.

This man... his irresistible charm!

The way he cooked while wearing an apron was surprisingly natural; it softened his coldness and added a touch of domesticity, like that of a married man.

Shu Hua walked over, stood beside him, and leaned over to look. A pot of golden chicken soup was still simmering, with red dates and goji berries floating in it, emitting a rich aroma.

Shu Hua couldn't help but swallow hard: "Does this soup... need to simmer for a long time? It smells so good."

Pei Yanzhou glanced at her sideways and saw that she had just finished showering; her skin was fair with a rosy glow, and her hair was half-dry and loose. He picked up a clean small bowl and scooped out a small half-bowl of chicken soup with a spoon.

"It will taste best in another ten minutes or so. But you can try it now." He blew on the soup in the spoon and brought it to her lips. "Be careful, it's hot."

Shu Hua took a small sip from his hand.

The chicken soup was delicious, with a subtle sweetness from the red dates and a medicinal aroma from the goji berries, and the temperature was just right.

"It's so delicious!" Her eyes lit up instantly, and she gave Pei Yanzhou a thumbs up. "It's really, really delicious! Pei Yanzhou, you're such a great cook!"

Pei Yanzhou was amused by her reaction: "Drink more later."

"Are all the other dishes ready?" Shu Hua peeked at the kitchen counter next to her.

"We're still missing a small green vegetable dish," Pei Yanzhou said. "Baby, go help set the table, we'll be eating soon."

"Okay!" Shu Hua readily agreed.

She might not be good at other things, but she can still do small things like setting the table.

By the time she had set out the bowls and chopsticks, all of Pei Yanzhou's dishes were ready.

The meal consisted of three dishes and a soup: sweet and sour pork ribs, beef with cilantro, stir-fried greens, and a pot of fragrant chicken soup. Each dish was visually appealing, delicious, and visually appealing.

Shu Hua tried them one by one and was amazed once again.

"It's so delicious..." she exclaimed as she ate. "Mr. Pei, your cooking skills are good enough to apply for a chef position at a high-end restaurant."

Pei Yanzhou was serving her soup when he heard this and looked up: "Chef?"

"Yes," Shu Hua nodded seriously, "Really, I'm not kidding."

"Then you can be my boss and manage the accounts?" Pei Yanzhou placed the soup bowl in front of her, his tone half-serious and half-joking.

Shu Hua tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded seriously: "It's not impossible, I'm pretty good at math."

"So smart?"

"Same to you," Shu Hua smiled. "I'm not good at cooking, Mr. Pei is much better."

"As long as you can eat, that's fine," Pei Yanzhou put a piece of pork rib on her plate. "You don't need to cook."

"Oh..." Shu Hua obediently replied, continuing to eat with her head down.

Shu Hua felt a sweet warmth in her heart, said "Oh," and buried her head in her soup. The chicken soup was so delicious that she unknowingly drank one and a half bowls, and also ate quite a bit of rice and other dishes. Only after putting down her chopsticks did she realize her lower abdomen was slightly swollen; she felt a little stuffed.

She slumped onto the soft, spacious sofa in the living room, clutching her stomach, and let out a satisfied yet painful burp.

Pei Yanzhou finished clearing the table, washed his hands, and came over to sit down next to her. He found her appearance both cute and funny.

"I'm too full." Shu Hua frowned. "If I keep eating like this, I'll really gain weight, and it's hard to lose weight once you're fat."

"Why would a little girl want to lose weight?" Pei Yanzhou reached out and pulled her a little closer, letting her half-lie on his lap. His warm palms naturally covered her lower abdomen, gently massaging it with moderate pressure. "Your eating habits are too irregular, and you eat too little. From now on, you need to eat three meals a day on time."

His massage pressure was just right, and her stomach, which had been a little bloated and painful, felt much better. Shu Hua lay still obediently, letting him massage her stomach gently.

After a while, she suddenly remembered meeting Shen An earlier that day.

"Pei Yanzhou..." she opened her eyes and called out to him.