Chapter 50: Yaoyao Wants Me to Drink?

The breathtakingly handsome face magnified before her, and the deep, gentle voice carried a hint of indulgence, making Jiang Yaoyao’s heart race wildly.

She didn’t even dare to nod.

All she could do was delicately lift her slender chin, tilting up her flawless, beautiful face. Her feather-like lashes quivered, making her fair cheeks flush pink,

Like a peach blossom freshly blooming on a branch in March—stunning beyond words.

Gu Jinling chimed in from the side, “Exactly, exactly! Yaoyao, whatever you want, just ask him for it. This guy is loaded!”

“Even if it’s just for hype, go to him! He’s the elite of the elite—the top tycoon, the legend of the business world! His status is off the charts! In the entire entertainment industry, he’s like an unstoppable force, crushing everyone in his wake!”

“You can’t go wrong with him!”

Pei Heng’s usually indifferent eyes curved slightly as he turned his gaze toward Jiang Yaoyao.

If his Yaoyao wanted something, there was no reason for him to refuse.

Jiang Yaoyao’s ears were flushed pink. Her soft voice, like melted cotton candy, carried a hint of shyness, even when turning someone down,

“No need… I actually don’t want to create hype.”

“I just… I just want my work to speak for itself.”

Gu Jinling clicked his tongue and muttered under his breath,

“If certain people heard that, I bet their hearts would break into pieces.”

Jiang Yaoyao’s ears burned even redder. Pretending not to hear, she reached out and casually grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray to change the subject.

But before the glass even touched her lips, a slender, well-defined hand reached over and took it from her.

Pei Heng’s deep gaze fell on the golden liquid inside the glass, a flicker of distaste flashing through his eyes.

Without a word, he replaced it with another glass.

“This one tastes better—it’s cherry wine, sweet.”

“Really?”

The little beauty’s eyes lit up as she accepted the glass, bringing it to her lips for a gentle sip. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with delight.

“Pei Heng, it really is!”

On the other side of the room, the host of tonight’s banquet finally made her grand entrance.

Wei Rou stepped onto the stage, dressed in a pure white evening gown. Her fingers remained elegantly placed over her abdomen as she held onto Pei Linhai’s arm.

Seeing that they had something to announce, the surrounding guests took a few steps back and turned their attention toward them.

Jiang Yaoyao’s slender fingers wrapped around her glass, her round, beautiful eyes gleaming as she looked toward the two standing on the steps.

Pei Heng’s expression remained cold, not even sparing them a glance.

Gu Jinling stayed silent, but Sheng Yujing had a faintly amused smile playing at his lips.

The eldest young master of the Sheng family glanced at the couple onstage, their speech full of insincere pleasantries, then leaned slightly toward Pei Heng, lowering his voice.

“That brat from the Wei family—if you’re not in a position to handle him, I can take care of it for you.”

Pei Heng, half-lidded eyes calm and unreadable, cast a sidelong glance at him, his indifferent gaze unwavering.

“No rush.”

Sheng Yujing chuckled softly, instantly understanding the underlying meaning.

On stage, the couple had officially announced that Wei Rou was pregnant. The hall erupted in thunderous applause, congratulating them.

Wei Rou covered her mouth, her eyes carrying a shy glimmer.

“In the past, Linhai thought the young master was still too young and might not want younger siblings, so we never had children.”

“But now that he’s grown, independent, and capable, I don’t think he’d get jealous of a younger brother or sister anymore.”

Wei Rou’s crimson lips curved into a subtle smile. Under everyone’s gaze, she deliberately directed the conversation toward Pei Heng.

“Young Master, I have been married into the Pei family for so many years, and now I can finally bear a son or daughter for your father. This fulfills a lifelong wish for both of us.”

“We will raise this child well—he won’t become a burden to you. On the contrary, when he grows up, he might even be able to help you. The two of you, as brothers, could stand side by side, and it would be a beautiful story in our circle.”

“Young Master, what do you think?”

The once lively chatter and scattered applause came to an abrupt halt at his question.

All eyes simultaneously fell on Pei Heng.

Everyone understood that Wei Rou’s words were nothing short of a power play.

She was publicly forcing Pei Heng to acknowledge the status of the child in her womb, making sure he knew he couldn’t harm his child.

But her final remarks—those were too ambitious.

She dared to suggest that her child would assist Pei Heng, as if they could craft some heartwarming tale of brotherly unity.

Even in ordinary families, children of different mothers rarely coexist peacefully when it comes to dividing inheritance.

Let alone in the Pei family?

Over the years, Pei Heng had single-handedly elevated the Pei family to greater heights, securing immense power and wealth.

Power and money—nothing intoxicates more.

One does not allow others to sleep soundly beside the throne.

Who would willingly share their fortune with their stepmother’s child?

Wei Rou had just walked straight into a disaster.

Many onlookers were now watching with anticipation, waiting to see what the notoriously cold and ruthless Pei Heng would do next.

Even Jiang Yaoyao, standing to the side, bit her red lips, feeling a pang of sympathy for Pei Heng.

All these years, Pei Heng had never known familial love.

He grew up surrounded by exclusion, suppression, loneliness, and darkness. And now, after reviving his family’s business through his own efforts, his wretched stepmother wanted a piece of it.

Pei Heng had never had it easy.

A dull ache spread in Jiang Yaoyao’s heart.

Given his background, she shouldn’t judge Pei Heng as a villain just because he hadn’t grown into a kind and upright person.

Even if his actions were extreme, even if he had done wrong—wasn’t there still a chance for change?

Her dark lashes trembled slightly as she saw the tall, handsome man curve his lips into a faint, chilly smile. His voice was cool as snow, carrying a deceptive warmth that only made it more terrifying.

“Of course.”

“I’m looking forward to having a little brother or sister.”

Wei Rou’s smile froze.

She hadn’t expected Pei Heng to agree so easily.

Her tongue hesitated over her next words as she pressed her fingers slightly against her lower abdomen, forcing a smile while raising her glass.

“That’s wonderful, that’s wonderful.”

“To celebrate, let’s all raise a toast!”

Waiters in uniform weaved through the crowd, carrying trays laden with wine, waiting for guests to make their selections.

Pei Heng’s gaze landed on a nearby glass of wine, a dark glint flashing through his eyes.

Idiots will always be idiots.

Always resorting to the same underhanded tricks.

He elegantly picked up a glass, his peripheral vision catching the waiter’s body tensing slightly.

The deep red liquid swirled against the fine crystal, rich and blood-like.

He held the glass delicately, lowering his head to take a sniff.

Across the room, he felt a burning gaze on him—Wei Rou’s.

Pei Heng sneered coldly.

Just then, a soft, fluffy head suddenly popped into his line of sight.

Jiang Yaoyao’s cheeks were tinged with pink, her dewy eyes full of curiosity, her long lashes fluttering.

“What does it taste like?”

Pei Heng’s gaze deepened. “Yaoyao wants to drink?”

That delicate, charming face looked particularly innocent, her big eyes staring longingly at the glass in his hand as she let out a soft “Mm.”

Pei Heng pinched her small face and gently refused,

“Little girls shouldn’t drink too much. Mixing different wines will make you drunk.”

His precious Yaoyao’s voice was sweet and soft, like a kitten’s paw scratching at his heart,

“Then… can you taste it and tell me what it’s like?”

The stunningly handsome man lifted his eyelids, locking eyes with her for a brief moment.

A faint smirk played on his lips.

“Yaoyao wants me to drink?”