The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

Yu Lian was disgusted by Pei Shaoyuan's seemingly delighted expression of jealousy.

I gripped his phone tightly, trying to unlock it, as if I had to find something to make him angry.

My phone wallpaper is a photo I sent him during our ambiguous relationship, taken entirely from a mosquito's perspective. The camera is right next to his forehead, and the lens distortion makes his eyes look rounder and bigger. His eyelashes are drooping, so close you can count each one. His cheeks are round and chubby, with two pink blushes.

It was taken for cuteness at the time, but now when I see it, I feel shocked and ashamed. I muttered to myself, "Why use this? It's weird."

Pei Shaoyuan didn't try to coax her with words like "it's not strange," "it's pretty," or "it's cute." He rested his chin on his hand, looked at her, and chuckled, "You know it's strange, yet you still dare to send it to your boyfriend to fool him? Now take another picture of something that isn't strange and replace it with this one."

This was a completely low-level attempt to get something for nothing. Yu Lian felt her intelligence had been insulted, so she ignored him and went straight to WeChat, her goal clear.

Yu Lian didn't hesitate to transfer 5200 yuan to herself first, as the baby's WeChat account was pinned to the top of her chat list.

The screen reached out to scan his face for payment, and he obediently looked up at the camera, even flashing a peace sign. The resulting photo made him look like he wasn't being robbed but rather having his picture taken for a fashion magazine.

After transferring the money, Yu Lian happily exited the chat window and glanced through all the chats. Apart from herself, she didn't see any little girl avatars.

I don't really believe it.

But I'm too embarrassed to look through it carefully.

Checking his phone in person sounds impressive, but doing it actually makes her shudder. It gives the impression that she cares about him a lot, and Yu Lian, who is used to being in a superior position in relationships, hates being misunderstood like that.

In particular, the person in question had no awareness of their privacy being invaded and kept laughing for no reason, which made her want to get angry and embarrassed.

She could only throw her phone into his arms and order fiercely, "Delete all the women in your WeChat contacts."

  

The hard case of the phone hit his chest with a thud, and Pei Shaoyuan pretended to gasp, covering his chest where he hadn't actually been touched.

He was visibly in a good mood; any attempt to play the victim would be too fake. He was scrolling through the screen, deleting messages while simultaneously explaining things to her.

"This one's for selling cars."

"This is from the bank."

"This is my mom's friend's daughter, she's 30 and has two kids."

"This legal advisor."

Yu Lian was dumbfounded as she watched his already small list of friends dwindle with each deletion.

After Pei Shaoyuan finished deleting, he leaned back in his chair, casually watching her expression, twirling his phone in his hand, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

She even feigned understanding: "Why don't you delete the men too? Don't isolate them."

Yu Lian rubbed her face, and when she heard him laugh out loud, she felt that he was mocking her incompetence. Without further ado, she gritted her teeth and said, "Your mother is a woman too."

After this argument, which was made with a forced sense of urgency, there was an eerie silence between the two of them for a moment.

Leaning forward, staring at his expression, she added, feeling incredibly pathetic, "You wouldn't delete your mom's account for me, would you?"

Pei Shaoyuan looked down at her, getting close enough that the curled shape of her eyelashes looked incredibly cute. He bent his index and middle fingers, pinching a bit of her cheek and wiggling it.

"I'm willing to give it up. I'd give up anything for our baby."

He even calmly offered her advice.

"Should I delete my grandma's too? Anyway, she never really wants anything serious from me. She's either yelling at me or telling me to go home and see her. Deleting her will give me some peace and quiet."

His hands were restless; he snapped a picture of the half of Yu Lian's face that was being pinched, but then stingily only captured that tiny bit. The silver ring slid from the base of her finger to her knuckle and got stuck, sinking into the girl's soft cheek, looking quite aggressive in the picture.

"If you feel that just deleting WeChat isn't enough to vent your anger..." He dragged out the last syllable, the corner of his lips curving upwards in a wicked, cunning way.

His tone was casual and playful, as if he were teasing a child.

"I'll go tell them that my wife doesn't like having other women on my household registration, and that we shouldn't be related anymore, okay?"

He sent the newly taken photos to his mother as if to show off, and she seemed to have some free time, sending a long voice message. Her voice was ageless, elegant and intellectual.

"Do you have a girlfriend? The girl looks quite young, so you need to be more considerate and less temperamental when you're with her. Don't end up like your father..."

Pei Shaoyuan cut off the voice message after only a few seconds. His finger was on the send button, but his eyes were fixed on Yu Lian. As if he knew she was afraid to speak, he shamelessly pushed the phone closer to her mouth.

He laughed when he saw Yu Lian shrinking back, his tone revealing undisguised affection and boastfulness.

"Ah, he's not a minor, he's just too cute."

"Also, they're currently dealing with her. She's planning to delete you from WeChat now."

Yu Lian cares a lot about her image, even with people she'll never meet in this lifetime. She needs to ensure that her image in everyone's mind is flawless.

Enraged by his complaint, she lunged at him to snatch his phone, but he pinned her down on his lap with one hand.

When the phone was returned to Yu Lian, his mother had already been deleted. He tapped the screen with his fingertip to show her, even though he had deleted his own mother, he sounded very proud and smug.

"There aren't any women left, are there? Baby, it seems like your husband is the kind of man who can't break up with women."

I don't know how he has the nerve to say such a thing.

"Let's break up," Yu Lian said. "I like men who are filial."

Pei Shaoyuan: ? Wow!

Seeing that he was momentarily speechless, Yu Lian immediately pressed her advantage: "If you treat your mother like this, you'll only treat me worse. And you even told your mother I made you delete it, so you can act like a good person. Your mother must hate me now; she'll have to give me a check for ten million to leave you..."

Pei Shaoyuan pinched her incessantly chattering mouth, and rubbed her cheeks a few times in a fit of anger.

"Are you making a wish now? Ten million? Listen, my mom's money is my money, my dad's money is my money, so whatever they give you is money they're overdrawing from my account... Are you saying you're taking my money and leaving me?"

"Tsk, the world is so treacherous because of people like you."

He feigned sadness, but couldn't help laughing when he saw the pink finger marks on Yu Lian's face. He let go, his knuckles gently grazing the contours of her cheek, very affectionately.

Yu Lian opened her mouth to scold him, but a familiar voice came from behind her.

"...Xiao Lian?"

There were three people standing behind him.

Gu Yitong, who was not in the dormitory early in the morning, was on the far side, and in the middle was a familiar silver-haired man, Bai Jiayin's suspected cheating boyfriend.

Two silver rings dangled from his ear cartilage. He stood with his arms crossed, his displeasure clearly visible. His gaze, completely rude, fell on Pei Shaoyuan next to Yu Lian, scrutinizing him inch by inch, from his face to his clothes, like an X-ray scan.

"You're eating here too..." Yu Lian looked up at Gu Yitong with an awkward smile, afraid that Gu Yitong would ask who Pei Shaoyuan was, her eyes widening unconsciously with a hint of pleading.

This made Gu Yitong hesitate.

"Who is this guy?"

She was asked again, but it wasn't Gu Yitong who asked.

They were already close enough, but the silver-haired guy took another step forward, looking down at her, his T-shirt fabric brushing against Yu Lian's bare arm.

Her gaze was fixed on Yu Lian's face, her tone sharp, as if she were a husband who had been wronged and had come to catch her cheating in a fit of rage.

Yu Lian: Big brother, who are you?

Her waist was encircled by Pei Shaoyuan, who was sitting beside her, his fingertips pressing lightly on the soft flesh that bulged on her waist when she sat down. When he wasn't smiling, the fierce look in his lowered eyes was revealed.

"Of course I am her..."

"Cousin!" Yu Lian almost choked on her breath, hurriedly interrupting, turning her head to look at Pei Shaoyuan with a warning in her eyes, "He is my cousin."

Silver-haired man stared intently at the hand on Yu Lian's waist, gritting his teeth: "Cousin?"

His expression was quite complicated, a self-deceptive look that seemed to say, "I know you're treating me like an idiot, but if you explain a few more times, I'll believe you."

Yu Lian didn't know why she should explain to him.

But subconsciously, she didn't want others to know she had another boyfriend for no reason, and she still wanted to break up with him. She let out a sigh of relief, knowing she needed to coax Pei Shaoyuan to stop him from talking nonsense, so she touched the back of his hand with her fingers, subtly trying to please him.

"Hmm...we're pretty close, right?"

He heard Pei Shaoyuan chuckle softly beside him.

"Yes, I am her brother."

He seemed genuinely appeased by a casual touch, and reluctantly admitted it. The silver-haired man's expression only softened slightly; he still frowned as he looked at Pei Shaoyuan's rather improper hands.

"Tsk, even if he's my cousin, I can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Shaoyuan suddenly hooked the chair Yu Lian was sitting on with his foot and dragged it a short distance away, making a creaking sound as he abruptly interrupted him.

Yu Lian lost her balance and leaned towards Pei Shaoyuan. His arms immediately tightened around her waist, and he pulled her into his embrace with a triumphant air.

In her panic, she placed her hand on his waist and abdomen, their skin touching only through a thin layer of fabric.

His body temperature was noticeably higher than hers. With each breath, the muscles beneath his palms rippled with a firm and resilient strength.

"Ugh, don't touch me like that."

The deliberately made, ambiguous chuckles, the warm breath falling on her earlobe, the lips brushing against her earlobe, like a comforting gesture or a show of defiance.

The next sentence was clearly not directed at her.

"Why not? We're messing around, can't you tell?"

Yu Lian's struggling movement froze.

Silver Hair cursed under his breath and bent down to pull Pei Shaoyuan off her. The cool breeze from his palm almost brushed past her earlobe.

The three of them instantly closed the distance, and the air became abnormally turbulent. Yu Lian was sandwiched in the middle, and the abs she had seen from afar just last night rubbed against her face through the thin fabric, warm and clearly defined.

She only had time to open her eyes wide before she heard Gu Yitong let out a short, startled cry.