Chapter 53: She Might Cry in Fear

The person in his arms stirred slightly, her small head shifting as soft strands of hair brushed against the man’s neck, sending a tingling sensation through him.

The lights in the room were dim, ensuring they wouldn’t disturb the sleeping beauty.

The tall man lay on his side, holding the little beauty tightly in his embrace.

The side light cast a faint glow, leaving half of Pei Heng’s face in the shadowy boundary between light and dark. The interplay of light and shadow made his striking features even more breathtaking, almost divine.

His long lashes lowered slightly, casting a dense shadow beneath his eyes.

Like a celestial deity gazing down upon mortals with compassionate indifference.

Only when his lashes lifted could one glimpse the terrifying possessiveness lurking beneath his jet-black eyes—an obsession as scorching as molten lava.

Spreading.

Boiling.

Jiang Yaoyao slept deeply, without even a single dream.

Except, in the haze of half-consciousness, she kept feeling like someone was kissing her.

Her tongue was being teased, her lips repeatedly licked and tasted.

As if she were a delicate little treat, being savored again and again.

But Jiang Yaoyao was simply too exhausted.

Her mind could barely function, and with all her remaining strength, she managed to lift a small hand, her soft fingers brushing against the thing that was kissing her.

The next second, her wrist was caught in the man’s palm.

Her delicate, smooth wrist was lightly nibbled by sharp teeth, her fingers going limp, like a helpless little prey trapped between a tiger’s jaws.

She whimpered in protest.

At last, he let her go.

After pressing one last kiss to her fingertips, he pulled her tightly into his embrace.

—

Pei Heng did not sleep the entire night.

He had finally obtained the little fairy of his dreams. The overwhelming joy engulfed him, filling the once indifferent man with unrestrained desire and exhilaration.

He simply held the person in his arms.

His gaze, thick with greed and longing, traced every inch of his beloved Yaoyao.

From her soft hair to her smooth forehead, his eyes lingered over her delicate brows and thick lashes resting against her cheeks, skimmed past the gentle curve of her nose, and finally settled on those impossibly soft lips.

With each glance—

The love and possessiveness in his eyes only grew stronger.

How could she be so obedient?

She was adorable when she slept, just as she was when she cried with reddened eyes.

He wished he could keep her locked by his side forever, never letting her go anywhere…

But he had worked so hard to maintain his disguise as a proper man.

If the darkness beneath his skin were to be revealed, she would surely be frightened.

His Yaoyao, with her tiny, timid heart…

Would she cry in fear?

Yet in that situation, even if she cried until her voice turned hoarse, no one would come to save her.

Perhaps—

She would only bury herself deeper into his embrace, eyes red with helplessness, softly pleading for him to be gentle with her…

Pei Heng’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

His pitch-black eyes gleamed dangerously, eerily bright in the dim room.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

When the first hints of dawn appeared on the horizon, the phone discarded on the carpet suddenly vibrated furiously.

With a lazy stretch of his long arm, the man grabbed the phone.

Staring at the flashing caller ID, a cold, ruthless smile curved his lips as he swiped to answer.

“Sir, the house is in chaos.”

The man lazily lifted his eyelids, the eerie glow in his gaze shifting unpredictably.

“Were there a lot of witnesses?”

“A lot.”

The voice on the other end hesitated briefly before continuing.

“After Miss Jiang took you away last night, we knocked out the people Wei Rou sent and placed Pei Linhai in the room they had prepared in advance.”

“Pei Linhai was furious. After a dispute with those women, he returned to his own room.”

“About ten minutes ago, Wei Rou had a miscarriage. The doctor is already there.”

Holding the woman in his arms, Pei Heng’s cold voice carried an unmistakable cruelty. Even when deliberately lowered, his tone dripped with mockery.

“The old bastard really is still going strong.”

“He’s not even afraid of dying in bed.”

“Many guests stayed the night. Some of the closer acquaintances are still in the villa, while a large portion of the younger crowd spent the night partying at the main house.”

“When the ambulance arrived, they all saw it.”

“There are a lot of people gathered at the house now, waiting for you to take charge.”

A soft chuckle echoed through the air.

Pei Heng ended the call.

The cold smile on his lips carried a bloodthirsty edge, sending chills down one’s spine.

How amusing.

When Pei Linhai sobered up and realized he had nearly killed his own unborn son, his expression would be priceless.

But Pei Heng would make sure that child was born into this world.

Only when Pei Linhai threw a grand celebration for his youngest son, only to discover the boy was actually the bastard offspring of his wife and another man, would his expression become even more spectacular.

What a thrilling drama.

The mastermind behind it all gently kissed the forehead of the woman in his arms. After carefully tucking the blanket around her, he reluctantly rose from the bed.

Under the dim light, his broad chest was sculpted with well-defined muscles, his toned abs and sharp Adonis belt exuding an irresistible allure.

A flash of a shirt covered the tantalizing sight.

Now fully dressed, the man returned to the bedside, leaning down to press another lingering kiss on his little beauty’s rosy lips. His voice was soft, low, and tender.

“Wife, wait for me to come back.”

With the sound of the door closing, his tall figure disappeared down the hallway.

The room fell back into silence.

The little beauty on the bed seemed to feel a chill, instinctively burrowing deeper into the blankets like a small animal nesting.

She slept soundly, undisturbed by the chaos outside.

Still lost in her sweet dreams.

—

Outside, the sky was brightening, and the noise grew louder.

By the time Pei Heng arrived, a crowd had already gathered outside the bedroom, layers deep.

As soon as they saw him, many people of his generation bowed respectfully and greeted, “Mr. Pei.”

Pei Heng nodded. “How is it?”

He strode forward, and the doctor followed closely behind.

The spectators outside, eager not to miss a word, strained their ears to listen.

Amidst the woman’s sobs and the man’s drunken ramblings, the doctor’s anxious yet hesitant voice rang out clearly from the room:

“At three months pregnant, it’s already inadvisable to have intercourse, but Mr. Pei insisted, which led to fetal distress. She’s already experiencing bleeding.”

Pei Heng lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

The doctor was his man, and he continued speaking without hesitation.

“Moreover, we just examined Mr. Pei, and it seems… he has contracted something unclean…”

The doctor trailed off, unwilling to say more.

But the onlookers outside had heard everything loud and clear.

With the chaos of the night and the doctor’s words, it didn’t take much deduction to piece the situation together.

Drunk and reckless, Pei Linhai had indulged himself with someone at the villa, then, still high from his debauchery, had returned to torment Wei Rou—nearly causing a tragedy.

The young crowd exchanged glances, all recalling an old scandal from years ago.

It was widely rumored that the current Mrs. Pei had been a mistress Pei Linhai took in while his original wife was pregnant.

Now, the tables had turned. Thirty years of fortune’s wheel spinning, and history repeated itself—Wei Rou was pregnant, and Pei Linhai had already found a new woman.

Everyone scoffed in disdain.

With his wealth and status, Pei Linhai could have had any woman he wanted, yet he was as gluttonous as ever, indiscriminate in his appetite—even catching a disease in the process.

From now on, whenever they saw Pei Linhai and Wei Rou, they’d have to steer clear.

The past hour’s events, coupled with the doctor’s diagnosis, had sealed Pei Linhai’s fate.

His and Wei Rou’s place in the social circle was completely destroyed.

Even with a son who held immense power,

There was no way back in for Pei Linhai.