Chapter 7: Yaoyao, Be Good. I’m Not Hot.

Under Pei Heng’s overwhelming presence, the entire private room was deathly silent. Even the air felt thin, as if something had sucked it dry.

They hoped for this to be over soon.

Yet at the same time, they wished it would last a little longer.

At least until Pei Heng had vented all his anger on Lu Jin, so they wouldn’t become the next targets.

Exchanging glances, they all kept their eyes downcast, pretending not to see Lu Jin, who was now covered in blood.

The minutes stretched unbearably long before Pei Heng finally, with his usual elegance, let go.

A bodyguard handed him a tissue, which he took and slowly wiped his fingers clean.

His face remained indifferent and cold, like an untouchable deity.

But everyone had just witnessed his ruthless fury.

He wasn’t some god. He was a demon that had crawled up from the depths of hell.

One bloodstained tissue after another was casually tossed onto Lu Jin’s face. Pei Heng’s sharp eyes glanced down at the man on the floor.

“Where did you touch her?”

Lu Jin tried to speak, but before he could, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The bright red droplets splattered onto Pei Heng’s pristine shoes.

The handsome man frowned in disgust, raising his long leg to wipe the blood off—on Lu Jin himself.

Terror seized Lu Jin’s heart.

Pei Heng had clearly intended to kill him just now.

If he hadn’t been physically strong enough to endure it, those blows against the wall would’ve finished him off.

Shaking, his entire body trembled from the excruciating pain in his skull. Blood blurred his vision, painting everything crimson.

“I didn’t touch her! I didn’t touch her!”

Lu Jin desperately shrank into the corner, though he knew it was useless.

But he was utterly terrified of Pei Heng.

The man’s icy gaze landed on him, and with just a single look, Lu Jin completely broke down, snot and tears streaming down his face as he wailed:

“I just measured her waist with my finger! That’s all! I swear I didn’t touch her! Please, Pei Heng, please spare me! I know I was wrong!!”

Pei Heng, his long lashes casting shadows over his eyes, slowly raised his hand and made a slight gesture.

Immediately, the bodyguards stepped forward, pinning Lu Jin to the ground.

“Break his hands.”

“Pei Heng! Pei Heng—!”

His screams were cut off by the sharp sound of bones shattering.

The unbearable pain was too much for Lu Jin to withstand. He passed out instantly.

The private room fell into a suffocating silence.

Pei Heng stood there, eyes dark and full of danger.

A wave of pressure crushed everyone in the room.

His gaze swept over them, a fleeting glance that made their skin crawl. Then, with complete indifference, he grabbed a few bottles of wine and smashed them onto the table.

Wine splattered, soaking the tablecloth in deep red.

“Tonight’s meal is on me.”

“No one leaves until it’s all finished.”

His voice was calm, but to everyone else, it felt like a death sentence.

They watched in silence as Pei Heng turned around without hesitation and walked toward the small figure curled up on the sofa.

He bent down and carefully picked up the sleeping Jiang Yaoyao.

His movements were incredibly gentle.

A stark contrast to the brutal demon they had just witnessed.

The door opened and shut behind him, but the two bodyguards he had brought remained.

They stood at the entrance, exuding an air of menace, and coldly announced:

“Enjoy your meal, everyone.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances before picking up their chopsticks with trembling hands…

• It was now nighttime, the busiest hour at the hotel.

As Pei Heng strode through the hallway, carrying a sleeping girl in his arms, he attracted countless stares.

Some curious onlookers stretched their necks, trying to get a glimpse of the person he was holding.

But her face was completely hidden under his suit jacket, revealing only a delicate, fair ear and a patch of skin as white as snow.

Then, he got into the car.

Pei Heng originally intended to put the person down, but the little beauty in his arms seemed too frightened—even in sleep, she clung tightly to his collar.

With an exceptionally gentle motion, Pei Heng brushed his fingers over her sweat-dampened face and instructed the driver,

“Turn down the air conditioning.”

Her jet-black hair was damp with sweat, sticking to her slender, porcelain-white neck, making her skin appear even more like flawless jade.

The person in his arms kept her eyes closed, but her delicate eyelids trembled uneasily. Her dark, thick lashes quivered, like a fragile butterfly caught in a storm.

So thin, so frail.

A single gust of wind could break her wings.

The car sped through the night, streetlights occasionally flickering through the windows, illuminating Pei Heng’s features for brief moments.

Under the golden glow, his face—already noble and striking—took on an almost ethereal quality.

Like an untouchable flower on a distant peak, sacred yet distant.

But soon enough, that cold and noble face stiffened, and the tips of his ears tinged with an unconscious flush.

The person sleeping in his arms appeared peaceful, yet at some point, her fingers had nimbly undone the buttons of his shirt.

Her slender, soft fingers slipped inside, grazing against his chest.

Pei Heng knew this was an unconscious, innocent movement, devoid of any intent, yet his body still went rigid.

Her smooth fingertips trailed over the firm lines of his chest, brushing lower, past his abdomen, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake, like tiny sparks of fire dancing across his skin.

He reached out to seize the restless little hand, but the owner of the hand merely pursed her lips, letting out a small, displeased hum—clearly unhappy about being interrupted.

Pei Heng had no choice but to gently enclose that mischievous hand in his own, wrapping each delicate finger in his palm.

His voice, deliberately low and laced with helpless indulgence, murmured softly,

“Yaoyao, be good. No more touching.”

Otherwise, when his timid little Jiang Yaoyao woke up, she would surely turn red with embarrassment and hastily distance herself from him.

Worse, with that simple-minded head of hers, she might even believe he had taken advantage of her.

Pei Heng shook his head helplessly, a faint smile lingering on his lips as his reflection flickered in the car window.

The driver, who had been sneaking glances through the rearview mirror, nearly ran a red light in shock.

They always said that when an old house catches fire, the flames are impossible to contain.

And their Pei Heng, a man who had never shown interest in women, was now utterly unlike his usual abstinent and indifferent self after encountering the one he liked.

At this rate, the driver even suspected that if Miss Jiang ever truly asked to touch Pei Heng, the man might very well unbutton his shirt himself and let her do whatever she pleased!

A cold gaze shot from the back seat, and the driver instantly sobered, coughing awkwardly as he stepped on the accelerator when the light turned green.

The partition quietly rose, cutting off his nosy view.

Only the occasional murmurs from behind drifted through, a deep and helpless male voice,

“Yaoyao, be good, I’m not hot…”

“You can’t take off your clothes, Yaoyao is a girl…”

“Baby, be good, we’ll be home soon…”

Each word softer than the last, each tone filled with more indulgence.

By the time the car finally stopped, the driver wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He didn’t even need to get out and open the door—Pei Heng was already carrying his little beauty out of the car, steady and firm.

But if his eyes hadn’t deceived him, just before the partition went up, he could’ve sworn he caught a glimpse of Pei Heng’s disheveled shirt and wide-open collar…

—

Pei Heng carefully placed her on the bed, but she slowly blinked her eyes open.

Her gaze remained dazed, unfocused, a thin layer of shimmering moisture pooling in her eyes, resembling the misty ripples of West Lake.

His Yaoyao blinked at him, her soft, sweet voice carrying an invisible hook, curving through the air before landing directly on his heart.

“Pei Heng…”

Pei Heng bent down, as if afraid of startling the little beauty on the bed, and gently responded,

“It’s me.”

She stared at him for several moments before her nose scrunched up in grievance, her delicate voice tinged with a sob.

“I don’t know how to drink, Pei Heng…”

His heart twisted painfully, and he immediately reached out, his large hand gently patting her back like coaxing a child. No matter what she said, he agreed without hesitation.

“You won’t have to anymore. No one will ever dare force Yaoyao to drink again.”

Drunk and muddled, Jiang Yaoyao slowly, little by little, nuzzled her way into Pei Heng’s arms.

“I was so scared, Pei Heng…”

His strong arms wrapped around her again, securing her in his embrace.

Like a mighty lion claiming its prey, pulling it into the safety of its territory.

“Don’t be scared, Yaoyao.”

“Our Yaoyao is safe now.”

The small head nestled in his chest gave a faint nod before she murmured a soft reply.

Only the warm breath of alcohol seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt, landing against his skin.

Her delicate strands of hair brushed across his chest, and her whispered words sounded like the softest plea.

Each breathy “Pei Heng” was so sweet it nearly sent him over the edge.

The little one in his arms stirred, seemingly uncomfortable, shifting slightly.

Her gentle breath feathered against his neck, and her petal-soft lips accidentally grazed his collarbone.

Pei Heng’s breathing hitched, his Adam’s apple bobbing swiftly.

His body reacted far too honestly.

He didn’t dare hold her any longer—his movements hurried as he placed her onto the bed.

As if, if he hesitated even a second longer, he might just lose control and do something utterly reckless to his little fairy.