Chapter 22: I Want to Hide His Yaoyao

Pei Heng: “???”

There was a moment of silence in the air as Pei Heng thought for a long time, unsure whether the words she said meant what he thought they did.

He repeated the latter part of her sentence, “Older, taste isn’t good?”

His Yaoyao’s thought process seemed a bit peculiar.

After thinking for a moment, Pei Heng decided to focus on the first part of her statement.

“Yaoyao just graduated; she’s still very young.”

Girls are always sensitive about their age, so he thought this approach would be safe.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the little beauty in front of him turned even paler.

Her face, snow-white and fragile, seemed like a delicate layer of snow perched at the top of the highest mountain.

Her voice stuttered a little.

“No… it’s not that…”

“I wear makeup every day, I spray a lot of perfume, and the cosmetics have soaked into me, so my taste is bad…”

Pei Heng: “?”

He felt like he and Jiang Yaoyao weren’t talking about the same thing.

Pei Heng paused for a moment before tentatively asking:

“What do you think I want to do, Yaoyao?”

The little beauty raised her eyelids at the sound of his voice, her long lashes fluttering up.

Her sparkling, watery eyes looked at him, and her delicate lashes trembled, fragile and soft.

Seeing this made his heart soften.

Anyone who was looked at with such delicate eyes would lose control.

Pei Heng swallowed, leaning forward slightly, closing the distance between them.

His voice, lowered deliberately, was soothing, laced with an almost coaxing tone:

“I just want to take Yaoyao out for a meal, after all, I haven’t had the chance to thank you for what happened last night.”

He sounded particularly sincere. Jiang Yaoyao, her fingers curled on her knees, trembled slightly before asking in a soft voice:

“That night, you knew…”

Pei Heng hummed in response, not at all avoiding the topic.

“Yes, I knew.”

The villain boss was known for seeking revenge.

Jiang Yaoyao clutched her fingers tightly, her eyes glistening with tears, looking up at him from beneath her lashes, her voice almost inaudible as she whispered:

“Sorry, Mr. Pei.”

Pei Heng’s large hand gently touched her head, offering silent affection and reassurance.

“Yaoyao saying she admires me, I’m really happy.”

Jiang Yaoyao’s lashes fluttered again.

She felt her cheek lightly touched, the touch so soft, like a fierce tiger gently brushing its paw against delicate petals.

“I like Yaoyao too.”

The little beauty froze, her eyes suddenly widening.

Was the villain boss confessing to her?

The development was beyond her imagination. Her almond-shaped eyes grew wider as she stared blankly at him.

His handsome face loomed in front of her, his deep black eyes looking into hers, his voice gentle:

“If possible, Yaoyao, can you try to like me too? Is that alright?”

Jiang Yaoyao was stunned by this sudden confession.

She fell into a silent silence, which, in Pei Heng’s eyes, appeared as rejection.

Yet, even so, he wasn’t angry.

“It’s okay if you don’t like me, Yaoyao has the right to refuse me.”

His slightly rough fingertips brushed against her cheek, sending a tickling sensation through her skin.

The little beauty’s long lashes quivered, and in the cramped space of the car, she met his gaze.

The man, with his noble and refined appearance, had a polite and courteous demeanor.

Yet, beneath his deep, ink-like eyes, there was a dangerous, bubbling undercurrent.

So obedient.

His Yaoyao.

Every inch, every detail, every little thing was perfectly tailored to his desires.

Pure and clean, with eyes full of innocent naivety, untouched by the world.

He wanted to tarnish her,

His Yaoyao.

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After the confession, the atmosphere between them became a bit strange.

Pei Heng remained calm and composed.

Jiang Yaoyao, however, felt a little helpless.

She watched as Pei Heng, ever the gentleman, pulled out her chair and attended to her meal with complete attentiveness.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his long, well-proportioned arms, the veins beneath the skin like the finest artwork crafted by God.

Even the way he peeled shrimp seemed particularly graceful, imbued with an elegance that seemed ingrained in his bones. His eyes half-closed, his demeanor calm and unhurried.

Occasionally, he would glance at her, his sharp eyes carrying a faint smile.

It was dangerous, yet so alluring.

Jiang Yaoyao’s face flushed slightly. She whispered a soft “Thank you,” looking at the neatly arranged shrimp meat, before adding quietly:

“Mr. Pei, you don’t have to trouble yourself.”

“Peeling shrimp for someone I like, it’s never a trouble.”

His voice, tinged with a light smile, drifted into her ears.

“I’m honored, Yaoyao.”

For some reason, Jiang Yaoyao’s otherwise ordinary name sounded so tender coming from Pei Heng.

Jiang Yaoyao had never been in a relationship before and was somewhat overwhelmed by this.

She obediently focused on her food, watching the mountain of rice in front of her.

After the meal, Pei Heng still elegantly took a napkin and gently wiped her mouth.

Her lips, now reddened and slightly pressed, looked so enticing, almost as if inviting a kiss.

Jiang Yaoyao sat rigidly in her seat, unsure of what to do.

But Pei Heng’s expression remained calm, his actions natural and composed, making it feel entirely appropriate.

If she said anything more, she would seem reserved and petty.

She remained stiff, letting him wipe her mouth, her face turning slightly pink, the flush spreading from her cheeks to her collarbone, and even below the fabric of her clothing.

Her eyelashes trembled, like peach blossoms brushing against the water.

Pei Heng’s gaze was deep.

Once he finished, he gracefully withdrew his hand.

Jiang Yaoyao could only feel a fierce heat on her face, like tiny ants setting fire to her veins, making her feel as though she might burst into flames.

She excused herself to go to the restroom and took the opportunity to wash her face.

In the private room, Pei Heng received a call from Gu Jinling.

He had finished interviewing all the important candidates, but the performance of the people today had been somewhat unsatisfactory, so he needed to reconsider.

During their conversation, the topic shifted back to Jiang Yaoyao.

Her performance today had been so stunning that Gu Jinling couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He had inquired about Jiang Yaoyao, but the version he heard sounded completely different.

Arrogant, shallow, mediocre acting, and always hitching a ride on the coattails of others.

It was a far cry from the humble and talented beauty he saw today.

Gu Jinling, who was familiar with Pei Heng, lamented that rumors should not be trusted, while also praising Jiang Yaoyao enthusiastically.

“I’m not exaggerating, but when this movie is released, Jiang Yaoyao will definitely become a sensation. She’ll have fans all over the world.”

“By then, the entertainment industry’s ‘Zi Wei Star’ will have another addition!”

Gu Jinling chattered endlessly, unable to stop.

Pei Heng’s lips curved into a faint smile, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Even someone like Gu Jinling, who didn’t usually care about appearances, after meeting his Yaoyao once, couldn’t stop praising her.

There was also that dinner party, and his overbearing nephew eyeing her.

His Yaoyao was too exceptional, and many people were coveting her.

Pei Heng’s phoenix eyes lowered slightly, hiding the turbulent dark thoughts beneath them.

He wanted to hide his Yaoyao.

Keep her away from others.