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

Back at the hotel, Pei Shaoyuan casually pulled open his coat and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a gloomy expression.

The sunlight was so bright it was irritating. He was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and forcefully pulled the heavy electric curtains shut.

God knows how furious he was when the waiter laughed and told him that the bill had already been paid for him; that laugh was a clear mockery of him as an incompetent husband.

Why wait until he went to pay the bill to bring it up? Did he think he was giving her a Children's Day surprise? It made him look like a gigolo living off his wife's looks. If Yu Lian hadn't been watching him expectantly from behind, he really wouldn't have let anyone in this shabby shop off the hook.

Finally, enduring the cashier's strange gaze, I could only toss the card onto the counter with two fingers, saying in a sinister tone, "Give me a prepaid card."

His face was fierce, and the thin layer of clothing couldn't hide his well-defined muscles. He was incredibly tall, his head blocking half of the overhead light. Just standing there looking so menacing, even if his face wasn't handsome, you could tell he wasn't a good person.

The shop assistants were so frightened by his terrible complexion that they didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly finished processing his order.

He turned around and showed a completely different face to Yu Lian, his sinister emotions completely hidden, and pulled her into his arms.

He carried you out of the restaurant like conjoined twins, saying, "I've got you a membership card. Bring your friends next time. Use my money."

The last four words were almost uttered through gritted teeth. Yu Lian felt something was wrong and looked up to look at him, but he pressed one of his hands down on her head.

He couldn't let Yu Lian know that the bill had been paid by another man, and he couldn't let Yu Lian think about that bastard surnamed Qi for even a second, so he suppressed his anger and didn't let her find out.

He endured it until he returned to the hotel.

The chat window with Yu Lian on his phone hadn't closed, and Yu Lian's seemingly random question made him a little concerned.

"So someone texted you?"

  

"who"

Send me a screenshot.

He waited in vain for a reply, which was normal, but he just couldn't get used to it. Like someone with ADHD, he opened Yu Lian's Moments. She only allowed posts to be visible for three days, so he could only look at the posts from the last three days over and over again.

She hadn't posted any new selfies in the past three days, just some everyday updates. He felt a moment of relief, but then immediately felt annoyed again.

Yu Lian, who loves to share her life, didn't post anything about him after meeting him in person after an online relationship. Isn't he part of her life?

He understands why she doesn't post his face; she's too possessive of him and doesn't want others to see it.

Why not post photos of you holding hands?

He took many photos whenever he had a spare moment and sent them all to Yu Lian at once. All she had to do was select and send them, and they would appear on her Moments.

Why didn't you post it? Don't you want to? You've already kissed him so casually, how hard could it be to post something on your Moments?

Or is she waiting for a special time to send it, to surprise him?

Thinking of this, Pei Shaoyuan's expression softened a bit. The image of Yu Lian smiling brightly at his camera in the restaurant flashed through his mind, and his hand involuntarily opened the photo album to relive the moment.

Actually, he secretly started screen recording before taking the photos. Yu Lian is much more clueless offline than online; she didn't even look at the huge screen recording indicator, only caring about how pretty the photos would be. As a result, he successfully captured more than ten minutes of high-definition, various expressions of Yu Lian, filling the entire screen.

Pei Shaoyuan scrolled through the progress bar, repeatedly looking at several expressions he found particularly cute, and his lips curled up in a worthless smile.

It was just a simple meal with him, yet he took so many photos to commemorate it. He's clearly just being mean; he actually likes and loves me a lot.

That's right, Yu Lian definitely doesn't want to not make it official. He shouldn't press her for details at this point; he should just pretend he doesn't know and wait for her surprise, being a boyfriend who doesn't spoil the mood.

A new message pops up on the screen.

"Baby: Hmm, spam text message."

"Baby: This is normal, right? I'm so pretty."

I frowned as soon as I saw the words "harassing text message," but then I laughed out of anger at the next sentence.

The typing force was so strong that it made a dull thud on the screen.

"Are you out of your mind? It's enough that I'm the only one who thinks you're beautiful; let everyone else die."

Send me a screenshot now, along with the phone number.

"If you dare say another word like 'it's normal,' you won't be staying at school tonight; I'll pick you up."

Then it quieted down again.

Pei Shaoyuan turned left and right in front of the French windows, his shoes were worn down by several millimeters, but he still couldn't wait.

With a stern face, he dialed an international call.

"번호하나던져줄게, 통화기록싹다뽑아. 당장. (Give you a number and retrieve all communication records. Immediately.)"

"Yes, I understand." The assistant's voice, accustomed to the young master's impulsive antics, replied respectfully and meticulously, "The results for country H will be available soon, while those for country Z will take a while."

This excuse of needing time obviously did not satisfy Pei Shaoyuan. He was already in a bad mood because he hadn't received a reply from Yu Lian for a long time, and now even checking a number couldn't be done smoothly, and he couldn't get a result in a second.

「야, 너… 밥통이야? 우리아버지가참밥만잘먹는좋은사람들만모아키우셨네. (Ah, I said you...are you a loser? My dad really gathers and raises good people who only like to eat.)"

"이런하나마나한일도… (You even do this kind of pointless thing that's basically useless...)"

The assistant didn't dare to vent his anger and waited for him to finish cursing, but then there was a sudden silence on the other end. He could only cautiously ask a question.

"…여보세요? 아직계십니까? (Hello? Are you still there?)"

A few seconds later, the young master replied perfunctorily, his tone noticeably better than when he was cursing. It wasn't exactly amiable, but it was quite refreshing.

It must be some good thing that happened again; a general amnesty has been granted.

"음... 어쨌든빨리처리해. 별일없다. (Hmm... Anyway, do it as soon as possible, nothing will happen.)"

The call was abruptly ended, leaving the assistant staring blankly at his phone. The clocks in H country were an hour ahead of Z country; it was already getting dark in Seoul, but the group's office building was brightly lit.

Another female assistant, glancing at his expression while flipping through documents, chuckled and teased, "Looks like it's that guy again."

The assistant sighed, looked down at the number sent to his phone, and replied with a helpless smile, "Aigoo... 화내는것도챙겨주는것도결국다그분마음이지뭐. (Aigoo... all the benevolence of the king is due to his kindness.)"

To be honest, Pei Shaoyuan hasn't been as troublesome as he used to be lately.

Pei Shaoyuan's father is Pei Zaixian, a third-generation chaebol. He is the second legitimate son, having fought his way out from among his many biological and illegitimate siblings. Ruthless, he sent his once-favored eldest brother to prison, making himself the most promising successor to the chairman.

By the time Bae Jae-hyun's generation had accumulated enough wealth, he no longer needed to arrange marriages. He quietly married a woman from China in a transnational wedding, the cost of which, if poured into the Han River, could fill it up.

Pei Shaoyuan was Pei Zaixian's only son, the fruit of their love, and a victim of crocodile tears. With no older or younger siblings, he was spoiled and unruly from a young age, speaking and acting arrogantly and domineeringly, often losing his temper and cursing.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the emperor of H country.

His Majesty the Emperor recently went back to his mother's home in Z country, which was a relief for all of them, his servants.

They breathed a sigh of relief. The day before that troublemaker left, as if afraid they'd be idle, he inexplicably went and crashed into the car of the young master of VT Communications, with whom they'd always had a falling out.

They spent a long time on public relations and apologies before the matter was brought to a head.

Now that he's in country Z, he's surprisingly quiet and hasn't caused any trouble at all. The only things he does are small things like checking house numbers, and even his cursing has become much more refined.

It's like my soul has been swapped. Believing in religion was definitely the right thing to do. The working class has finally received the salvation they deserve.

Although it was supposed to be a redemption, he shouldn't have had to endure so much torment in the first place, and the generous salary was essentially compensation for his emotional distress.

"Amen!" The special education teacher busily typed on the keyboard to contact the telecommunications company, fantasizing about the wonderful life the young master would lead in the future, when he would reform and stop causing trouble. He couldn't help but shout out with joy.

The phone received a message the next second.

"Wise and mighty young master: How many minutes have passed? Are you keeping a timer? You need to be precise down to the second."

"Wise and mighty young master: From now on, grit your teeth and don't breathe until you get the results. That should speed things up, right? Hmm?"

The special education teacher's throat tightened, and he replied nervously, "I understand."

Someone patted him on the shoulder, sounding exasperated: "Fool. 그분지금거기어딘지생각해봐. 아멘이아니라아미타불을불러야지. (You idiot, think about where that person is right now, you should be chanting 'Amitabha'!)"



Yu Lian certainly didn't send Pei Shaoyuan a screenshot; he would be furious if he saw what she replied.

She didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I've already deleted and blocked them, so I can't post."

The message had barely been sent when Pei Shaoyuan called.

"Delete and block me if you want, but you haven't forgotten what I sent you, have you?"

"Repeat it to me."

"How can I repeat that kind of thing?" Yu Lian said impatiently. "Why are you so eager to see it? Do you have a cuckold fetish?"

Once back online, she started speaking without any restraint again.

Yu Lian herself knew that her online and offline personalities differed, but Pei Shaoyuan was always smug, thinking that she was someone he had personally subdued.

"Green what? You try saying that to me again." Pei Shaoyuan's jaw muscles twitched, he was so agitated by those three words. "Do you think I'd want to see someone else touch you? Do you know what will happen if I find out who sent you that stupid text message? I'll go and get a truck driver's license and run him over."

Yu Lian was speechless, her voice cool: "Oh, so what does that prove? You already have antisocial personality disorder."

Too lazy to say anything more to him, I hung up the phone without hesitation.

Pei Shaoyuan was left staring at his phone in a helpless rage, unable to bring himself to scold Yu Lian, and also unable to scold the person who sent the harassing text messages, so he vented all his anger on his assistant.

They were acting as if they would kill him if they couldn't find out the truth.

Yu Lian put down her phone and looked at Gu Yitong standing in front of her.

She had just returned when Bai Jiayin had smashed most of the things on the table, which had then been cleared away by the cleaning staff. Now the spot was as clean as a new student's arrival day. She didn't seem to care much and even smiled at Yu Lian.

"You're back." Yu Lian held her phone, feeling a little awkward thinking about their chance encounter at the restaurant earlier that day. Her long eyelashes drooped slightly as she avoided Gu Yitong's gaze.

Her face, freshly washed, was fair and smooth with a rosy glow. Her appearance was so innocent and pure that it seemed almost untouched by dew, like a jasmine flower glistening with dew. Her half-dry, damp hair hung messily down the sides of her face, making her look charming and alluring.

Her appearance is so striking that it's hard to criticize or make things difficult for her under any circumstances; it's as if even the slightest expression towards her is an act of bullying.

Gu Yitong glanced at the shopping bags piled up at Yu Lian's feet. They were all familiar luxury brands, and this small pile must have cost tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan. Her roommate, who ate and lived with her every day, knew each other's financial situation best. She knew that Yu Lian was not short of money, but her daily spending was never this extravagant.

It's obvious that half of the wardrobe is filled with items from Taobao.

Thinking of the man holding Yu Lian in the restaurant, Gu Yitong's smile became even more intimate. His slender, soft fingers slipped between Yu Lian's fingers, interlocking them.

"Baby, come with me to the balcony."