Chapter 54 – Wife Flees in Panic

Jiang Yaoyao woke up from thirst.

She had probably cried too much the night before, leaving her body dehydrated. In her drowsy state, her throat felt dry and hoarse, with a faint stinging sensation.

Following her usual habit, she reached out a small hand from under the covers to grab her water cup.

However, after fumbling around in the familiar spot for a while, she couldn’t find it.

She opened her eyes, her vision still hazy.

The room before her was completely unfamiliar.

She blinked slowly, dazed and confused, taking a long moment before finally coming to her senses.

At the same time, a soreness spread through her body, as if she had been run over by a truck. Every part of her ached.

Especially certain areas that had been overused. The lingering sensations hadn’t completely faded yet.

The still-dazed little beauty blushed as memories of last night came flooding back.

She and Pei Heng…

A drunken mistake.

Ah—!

Her round, doe-like eyes widened in horror. She looked utterly shocked, like a kitten whose tail had just been stepped on, panicking and at a complete loss.

She had actually slept with the villainous overlord?!

How reckless!

How terrifying!

She had already been scared stiff when she encountered it last night, yet she still let herself be seduced by Pei Heng’s face and indulged in complete recklessness.

Truly, desire was a blade above one’s head.

Would she be broken beyond repair?

Wuwuwuwu…

Jiang Yaoyao was on the verge of tears.

As her consciousness returned, she vaguely recalled Pei Heng forcing her to call him “husband” last night, even asking if her “husband” was good to her, whether she wanted to be with her “husband,” whether she wanted to marry him…

Who the hell would marry him?!

At this rate, she’d be played to death sooner or later.

The frightened little beauty glanced around, making sure Pei Heng wasn’t in the room. Then, she hurriedly dragged her sore body out of bed.

Her fair, jade-like toes touched the handwoven carpet. But as soon as she took a step, her expression became strange.

Pei Heng…

That damn man!

Her delicate face turned bright red, her eyes welling up with moisture, as if she had been completely bullied.

She glanced down.

As expected, there was a dark stain on the carpet, soaked through.

Jiang Yaoyao felt so embarrassed she could die, her ears heating up until they were practically steaming.

Step by step, she struggled to move toward the door.

Even the mere few meters felt agonizingly long, dragging on for minutes.

Once she was finally dressed, she didn’t even have the courage to take another look at the room.

She pushed open the door—

And fled in panic.

—

By the time Pei Heng finished handling everything, it was still early.

He had made his rounds, shown his face, and ensured the guests were settled before rushing back in a hurry.

He still remembered the obedient little baby curled up under the covers.

Pei Heng walked with long, urgent strides, eager to return.

However, just as he stepped into the corridor, a servant who had been waiting there quickly approached him, calling out, “Mr. Pei.”

Pei Heng, in a good mood, nodded at him and continued toward the bedroom.

But today, the servant seemed particularly clueless. His footsteps followed persistently behind, his voice echoing like a haunting spirit—

“Sir, Mr. Pei, Young Master—”

Pei Heng’s fingers paused on the doorknob.

Worried that the noise might disturb the person inside, he lowered his voice, his thick eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“What is it?”

His gaze was sharp as a blade, making the servant gather his courage before speaking clearly—

“Young Master, that lady has already left.”

“Left?”

The man’s hand on the doorknob stiffened.

The warmth in his eyes seemed to be swallowed by ice and snow, and his handsome face was momentarily filled with disbelief.

“When?”

“Just now, less than half an hour ago!”

Pei Heng’s face darkened. “Why didn’t you stop her?”

The servant dared not speak.

What could he say?

Should he tell him that Miss Jiang had bolted out of here like a big dog was chasing her?

He anxiously waited for a scolding, but Mr. Pei, despite his stormy expression, said nothing to him. Instead, he pushed the door open—

And with a sharp “Bang!” shut it in his face.

Pei Heng’s jaw tightened as his gaze swept across the room.

The air was still thick with last night’s lingering intimacy, and memories of their entanglement surfaced vividly before his eyes.

Just last night, she had nestled so sweetly in his arms. So why did she wake up and run off without a word?

Was she… dissatisfied with him?

His brows furrowed deeply in confusion.

But last night—hadn’t she been so happy she cried?

Or… did she figure out that he had deliberately drunk that glass of wine?

Impossible.

His little fool, his precious Yaoyao, didn’t have the brainpower to put that together.

Then what was it?

Was it something urgent?

His eyes darkened as he dialed a number.

The moment the call connected and he said the words “Gu Jinling,” the voice on the other end cut him off with a chuckle.

“Well, well, such a short spring night. How could little Pei Heng bear to call me at a time like this?”

Pei Heng was silent for two seconds. “Did you tell Yaoyao she had to go to the set for filming?”

“What? Of course not!”

A sharp rebuttal came from the other side. “I messaged little Yaoyao last night, telling her she had the day off today—no filming for her.”

“Wait… she disappeared?”

A long silence followed.

Then Gu Jinling burst into laughter.

After all these years, he had finally found Pei Heng’s weak spot. His voice was dripping with mischief.

“Pei Heng, did you hold it in for too long? Are you… not capable?”

Pei Heng’s lips pressed into a firm line, his entire demeanor exuding an icy detachment as he emphasized—

“I am capable.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

The sound of Gu Jinling gulping down water came through the phone. He set his cup down, his voice filled with amusement.

“If you were capable, why did she leave you?”

“See? That’s what you get for always acting so aloof. The wife you had in your grasp ran away, Pei Heng.”

A faint rustling sound came through the receiver.

Gu Jinling asked, “What are you doing?”

Before the call disconnected, a cold, resolute voice rang out—

“Chasing my wife.”