Chapter 51: Yaoyao, My Head Feels Heavy

Jiang Yaoyao’s mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Those slender fingers grasped the glass, wrist lifting slightly—he downed it in one go.

Watching closely from a distance, Wei Rou let out a breath of relief.

Her expression shifted into one of amusement as she signaled her subordinate to start filming—capturing a scandalous video of Pei Heng’s “debauched banquet.”

Even though the little unknown actress beside him hadn’t drunk the spiked wine, there were plenty of women at this party eager to latch onto Pei Heng.

All she had to do was let a little rumor slip, and countless people would swarm to him.

And since she wanted to utterly disgust Pei Heng and ruin his reputation…

How could she possibly arrange for him to be with a proper young lady?

Besides this little actress, she had also arranged for a few women with dirty conditions. If this actress wouldn’t do the job, those women certainly would…

Wei Rou was genuinely curious.

If word got out about Pei Heng’s wild, indulgent night, and he unfortunately contracted a disease—

What kind of expression would that cold face of his show then?

A sneer tugged at Wei Rou’s lips as she shifted her gaze away.

Beside her, Pei Linhai also set down his wine glass.

But in the dim light, the remaining drops at the bottom of his glass reflected an eerie hue beneath the massive chandelier…

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Pei Heng placed his empty glass back on the tray.

The little beauty before him blinked her long lashes.

Like a wary little animal, she suddenly seemed to grasp what had just happened. Her delicate face paled.

“Mr. Pei…”

Her soft, syrupy voice lowered in concern as she whispered,

“Was there something wrong with that wine, Mr. Pei?”

The handsome man lowered his gaze to look at her. The sharp, chiseled lines of his face were softened by the lighting, muting the coldness in his expression, replacing it with something more languid, more indulgent.

“I’m not sure.”

The little beauty’s pupils dilated in shock.

Her full, rosy lips pursed slightly as she muttered under her breath,

“If you weren’t sure, why did you drink it?”

Her exquisite little face carried obvious worry. She glanced around the crowd anxiously before turning back to scold him in hushed whispers,

“You can’t do this again, Pei Heng. It’s way too risky.”

“Did those two make you so angry that you weren’t thinking straight? Is that why you drank it—out of spite?”

The man listened to her soft, nagging complaints and lightly denied it,

“No.”

“Wasn’t it Yaoyao who wanted to know what it tasted like?”

He rested a hand on the little beauty’s shoulder, his tall frame leaning in slightly, his breath brushing against her temple and brow.

“It’s a little sweet, with a lingering aftertaste. Yaoyao, do you want to try?”

Jiang Yaoyao had no time for jokes.

Wei Rou and Pei Linhai were both despicable people.

Her fingers clenched onto the man’s sleeve, the cool metal of his cufflink pressing against her palm, snapping her back to her senses.

“We need to go. I’m taking you to a doctor right now!”

“Director Gu is here too, we can—”

The anxious little beauty turned to look in the direction they had been before—

Only to realize that Sheng Yujing and Gu Jinling had disappeared at some point.

She froze for a second.

The amusement in Pei Heng’s eyes deepened.

His arm, still draped over her delicate shoulder, was reluctant to apply any real weight. Instead, his fingers playfully grazed the tip of her reddened ear, his warm breath, laced with alcohol, teasing the sensitive skin at the side of her face.

His voice, deliberately lowered, was husky and intoxicating.

“Yaoyao, I feel so hot.”

Jiang Yaoyao’s pupils widened in shock once again.

The man’s arm, which had been resting on her shoulder, slipped slightly—seemingly weakened by the effects of the alcohol or perhaps something even stronger.

Jiang Yaoyao quickly caught his arm and placed it firmly back on her shoulder, then reached out to support his body with effort.

Her delicate, beautiful face turned serious as she earnestly lectured Pei Heng,

“Mr. Pei, I think someone drugged you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you out of here first.”

“Do you still recognize me, Pei Heng?”

She tilted her flawless, petite face up at him, her dark lashes trembling slightly.

“Pei Heng, whatever you do, don’t follow anyone else.”

“I’ll take you away from here—we’re leaving right now.”

Pei Heng seemed somewhat intoxicated, half his weight already leaning against the slender figure of the little beauty beside him.

Several people in the crowd, hoping to take advantage of the situation and get close to Pei Heng, began stepping forward.

But before they could get any closer, a chilling gaze froze them in place.

The man, who had just appeared drunk moments ago, lifted his eyes coldly. His sharp gaze cut through the air like a blade, exuding an icy menace.

He looked like a lion guarding its prey—his predatory gaze was piercing and aggressive, fiercely protecting the little beauty in his arms.

Not a trace of his earlier drunkenness remained.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he lowered his head again.

This time, no one dared to step forward.

Only the anxious little beauty beside him remained, her ears catching his low, hoarse voice, deliberately softened with just the right amount of vulnerability—

“Yaoyao, my head feels so heavy.”

As he tilted his face slightly, his lips brushed against the soft skin of her neck, just barely touching.

A tingling sensation spread through her, sending a wave of heat up her cheeks.

Her voice faltered slightly, but she forced herself to speak firmly,

“O-okay… We’ll leave right away.”

With the butler’s guidance, Jiang Yaoyao successfully brought Pei Heng back to his room.

She stumbled slightly as she helped him onto the bed, then straightened up, stretching her waist and patting it as if to shake off the exhaustion. Her bright eyes sparkled as she said,

“Pei Heng, wait here. I’ll find a doctor for you right away.”

Sitting on the bed, Pei Heng was still nearly at eye level with her due to his tall frame.

The little beauty pursed her rosy lips, her soft voice carrying a hint of concern as she reminded him,

“While I’m gone, don’t open the door for anyone but me, okay?”

The man’s deep, unreadable gaze locked onto her. His long fingers adjusted his tie slightly before pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.

He didn’t say “okay” or “not okay.” Instead, his thin lips parted to utter a single word—

“Hot.”

Pei Heng was probably too drugged to think straight.

Jiang Yaoyao thought for a moment, then reached out and poked his face.

“Pei Heng, did you hear what I just said?”

The man let out a faint “Mm.”

Jiang Yaoyao sighed in relief. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard his voice again, slightly slurred with a drunken haze—

“Phone.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, right! I can call someone!”

If she made a call, she could stay with Pei Heng and make sure no one took advantage of him.

But then she realized—she was wearing a dress and had no pockets. Her phone had been in her handbag, which had gotten lost somewhere along the way.

She turned to Pei Heng. “Where’s your phone, Mr. Pei?”

His dark, narrow eyes fixed on her, and his voice dropped to a dangerously low register.

“Pocket.”

The little beauty obediently let out an “Oh” and reached into his pants pocket, following her usual habit.

She felt around the left side—nothing.

So she switched to the right.

The handsome man’s facial muscles tensed slightly, as if he was struggling to endure something.