Chapter 21: What Does Yaoyao Want to Eat?

Wei Changze was as angry as a dog discarded by its owner.

Grinning and baring his teeth, he barked at the new “dog” that stood behind his master, clearly showing his displeasure.

Pei Heng, his eyelids half-closed, gazed at his precious Yaoyao with an unusually gentle expression.

It was still the ever-impulsive Gu Jinling who quickly intervened, pulling the three of them back.

He was very pleased with the male and female leads.

Especially Jiang Yaoyao—though she had been recommended through Pei Heng’s connections, she still gave him a huge surprise.

Gu Jinling smiled broadly and praised Jiang Yaoyao non-stop, immediately finalizing the contract.

“Miss Jiang, if it’s convenient for you, let’s sign the contract now!”

Jiang Yaoyao’s eyes sparkled, and with a flourish, she signed her name on the dotted line.

The male lead was also confirmed as Wei Changze.

Wei Changze had another event to attend, so after signing the contract, his agent called him, and he left, looking back every few steps.

Before he left, he ran back to stand in front of Jiang Yaoyao, his voice low as he tried to plant some doubt in her mind.

“Yaoyao, stop being mad at me. Pei Heng is really not a good person. Don’t get too close to him, okay?”

Jiang Yaoyao had long since wanted to distance herself from him, so she completely ignored Wei Changze’s words, almost covering her ears.

“We’ve already distanced ourselves. Please stop meddling in my affairs.”

Pei Heng, standing off to the side and observing the entire exchange, crossed his arms with a slight, noble smile on his lips.

Under Wei Changze’s furious glare, he looked at the little beauty before him, his voice deep and full of enduring tenderness.

“Yaoyao, do you have any plans for lunch?”

“If not, may I take you out for a meal and talk about last night’s events?”

His tone was polite and solicitous, his smile refined, making him seem even more gentlemanly.

However, the mention of “last night” instantly stung Wei Changze.

Wei Changze furrowed his brows, almost ready to lunge at Pei Heng and tear him apart.

“Last night?”

With so many people around, he lowered his voice, almost hissing.

“What did you do to her last night?”

“Pei Heng, you bastard, you’re an old cow eating young grass!”

Of course, nothing had happened the previous night. Jiang Yaoyao felt a bit embarrassed. She glared at Wei Changze with her teary eyes, threatening him in a sharp tone.

“What does it have to do with you, Wei Changze? Can you stop bothering me?”

She hadn’t expected that after she entered the story and altered the plot, Wei Changze would become so annoying.

Always trying to teach her what he thought was right.

Who did he think he was?

If it weren’t for him, the original host wouldn’t have died.

Now he was back, trying to manipulate her again.

The little beauty wore a cold expression, her face as stunning as a peach blossom.

She wanted to walk away, but Wei Changze blocked her path and wouldn’t relent.

In the next moment, a large hand intervened, placing itself firmly between her and Wei Changze.

Pei Heng’s clear voice rang out, carrying a subtle coldness.

“Yaoyao said she admires me, and I like Yaoyao too. So, why can’t an old cow eat young grass?”

Wei Changze gritted his teeth, his hands clenched tightly. Fearing that others might hear, he lowered his voice.

“She admires you? How could she possibly admire you?”

Jiang Yaoyao was madly in love with him, so how could she like Pei Heng?

“Stop dreaming, Pei Heng—”

A low laugh filled the air.

Jiang Yaoyao’s shoulder was gripped by a large hand, and Pei Heng gently pulled her back, putting some distance between her and Wei Changze.

She could feel his strong heartbeat and the firm chest behind her.

They were so close that, when her face brushed against his chest, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her lashes trembled, forming a graceful arc in the air.

She heard Pei Heng’s voice, lazy and pleasant.

“That night you had someone take secret photos, Yaoyao said she admired me.”

Wei Changze’s pupils widened in shock.

Pei Heng smiled faintly, “It seems like my nephew isn’t entirely oblivious.”

The little beauty, whose face was still flushed, felt the heat quickly drain away once she understood Pei Heng’s implication.

It was their unspoken secret.

She had been manipulated by Wei Changze to seduce Pei Heng, but it had failed.

Pei Heng had always known.

Now that he was bringing it up, what did it mean? Was he going to settle the score with her?

Jiang Yaoyao’s body was a little stiff.

A hand gently stroked her head, and Pei Heng looked down at her, his voice still gentle.

“Yaoyao, go put away the contract. We’ll talk more over lunch later.”

Jiang Yaoyao felt like she was walking on eggshells.

In these past few days, she had nearly been charmed by Pei Heng, forgetting that he was the ruthless, bloodthirsty villain who would chop off hands and feet without hesitation.

She had also forgotten what her intentions were when she first approached him after transmigrating into this world.

So…

Had Pei Heng seen enough drama these past days? Was he now planning to make a move on her?

Her heart was in turmoil, and even as she was organizing the contract, she could feel herself trembling slightly.

Not far away, Pei Heng’s gentle expression faded, replaced by a deep, cold, almost oppressive gaze.

He took a lazy step forward and leaned toward Wei Changze’s ear, lowering his voice.

“How does it feel to hand your girlfriend over to your uncle, huh?”

Wei Changze clenched his fists.

“Don’t even think about it! Yaoyao will never like you!”

Pei Heng’s eyes glinted with a cold amusement, like a handsome demon emerging from hell—cruel and unyielding.

“Only children would shout like that.”

With that, he turned away from Wei Changze, whose face had turned an unhealthy shade of grey, and walked toward Jiang Yaoyao. He took her bag from her.

“Let’s go.”

His deep, dark eyes fixed on the little beauty, intense and focused. He softly asked.

“Yaoyao, what do you want to eat? Italian, French, Chinese, or Japanese?”

Seeing that her bag had been taken, Jiang Yaoyao became even more nervous.

The contract she had just signed was inside. The contract was important.

She now felt like Pei Heng was a ruthless figure, using his power to control everything like Cao Cao in ancient times.

Feeling a bit pathetic, Jiang Yaoyao lowered her head and responded in a small voice.

“Anything is fine…”

She knew this meal was just an excuse—Pei Heng would definitely settle scores with her.

Would he chop off her hands during Chinese cuisine? Or maybe turn her into truffle salt-baked feet during French food?

Or a Wellington beef steak? Or would she end up as sashimi?

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, her scalp tingling in fear.

She felt like this meal might be her last.

She followed Pei Heng, head lowered, walking outside.

She didn’t notice the shocked gazes of the people in the waiting area.

As they were descending the stairs, Jiang Yaoyao, lost in her thoughts, missed a step and almost fell.

In the next moment, a large hand firmly caught her.

Startled, Jiang Yaoyao looked up, meeting the worried expression of Pei Heng.

Her bag was handed to the bodyguard, and Pei Heng bent down, lifting her effortlessly and steadily heading toward the car.

With her little face alternately pale and flushed, she gathered enough courage to speak softly when the car door closed.

“Mr. Pei…”

He responded with a low hum, his handsome face focused on her.

In a voice as soft as a whisper, she said, “Mr. Pei, I’m getting older, and my taste isn’t as good…”