Chapter 3 I Don't Want to Do It

Zhou Yusu's heart skipped a beat.

She was very satisfied with the marriage and naturally did not want Pei Muye to interfere.

But she didn't dare to confront Pei Muyi head-on, so she pretended not to see his cold face and asked Pei Yaohai with a smile, "How about this weekend? Let Yun Qing take the gifts to Qing Wan's house first, and then the two families can have dinner together."

Just as Pei Yaohai nodded, Lin Xiyin's phone rang.

She quickly answered the call, then stood up and waved to the people at the table, indicating that she was excused: "Yunxi, what's wrong?"

Her tone was gentle, and her features were beautiful.

He walked away while answering the phone.

Upon hearing this, Pei Muyi looked at Lin Xiyin with a puzzled expression.

Zhou Yusu muttered, "She's probably too busy."

Ming Qingwan said, "Let's have dinner together then, Brother Muye, you should come too."

Pei Muye nodded, took a towel to wipe his hands, then stood up without saying a word and strode out.

Pei Yaohai called out to him, "Where are you going? You haven't finished your meal!"

Ming Qingwan called him again, "Brother Muye!"

Pei Muyi then turned around and said, "It's alright, you guys eat."

When Lin Xiyin returned after hanging up the phone, she found that Pei Muye was gone.

With red eyes, Ming Qingwan asked, "Did Brother Muye not approve of this marriage, which is why he got angry and left?"

Yes, it's no wonder he has objections when his beloved is going to marry his younger brother.

Lin Xiyin felt an even greater pain in her heart, and her vision blurred as she looked at the food on the table.

Pei Yunqing said, "How could that be? Besides, it's not his place to decide my marriage."

The people at the table took turns comforting Ming Qingwan.

After they finished talking, Lin Xiyin said, "You all enjoy your meal. I'm going back now. Let me know when the engagement is, and I'll prepare a gift."

Ming Qingwan looked at her gently, her eyes filled with the smile of a victor: "Thank you, Sister Xiyin."

Lin Xiyin looked at her for a few seconds, then turned and left.

There was a problem with some data just now, and Lin Xiyin was in a state of panic, so she simply went back to the research institute.

There was something wrong with the data, and she instinctively wanted to ask Li Yunxi.

It took him a second to realize that he had already been transferred yesterday.

By the time I finished, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Lin Xiyin was still thinking about that complicated formula when she wasn't paying attention as she went down the stairs. She twisted her ankle and almost fell.

She was limping, and her feet hurt as soon as they touched the ground, so she had to take a taxi home.

After their marriage, she and Pei Muye lived in Yunhai House, only returning to the Pei family's old house on weekends.

One of the most expensive residential complexes in Haicheng, where every inch of land is incredibly valuable.

They live in a villa area, which is quiet and has a wide view.

Therefore, Pei Muyi, who was drinking by the French windows, saw Lin Xiyin at the door at a glance.

It was almost midnight.

After a while, Lin Xiyin's pain was not so obvious, and she slowly got down to test herself and was able to walk.

She walked slowly, her twisted ankle barely visible, and entered the courtyard, opening the door to her house.

As soon as she entered, her wrist was grabbed, and she was then pinned against the entrance.

Pei Muyi, reeking of alcohol, didn't say a word, but lowered his head and kissed him.

Lin Xiyin pushed him away with both hands, but both of her hands were also restrained above her head.

In terms of strength, the disparity between men and women is quite obvious.

Lin Xiyin was ultimately defeated.

I don't know how much time passed before the man finally stopped kissing me.

He straightened his back and looked down at Lin Xiyin.

After being kissed like that, Lin Xiyin's hair was disheveled, her eyes were watery, but her gaze was cold.

Pei Muye spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, yet lacking warmth: "Why are you back so late?"

Looking into Pei Muye's cold eyes, her lips and tongue felt as if they were stuck with bitter and astringent Chinese medicine juice, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Yes, Pei Muye's beloved is getting engaged, he must be feeling terrible.

But why take it out on her and use it as an excuse to vent your anger on her?

She pushed the person away and started to walk away. With each step, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

She gasped and staggered, but Pei Muye caught her by the waist.

His voice held a hint of concern: "What happened to your foot?"

She gasped as Pei Muye lifted her up in his arms.

"Don't try to be brave if you're injured!"

Pei Muye, with a stern face, carried her to the bedroom.

He put the person in the bedroom, then turned around and went out to answer a phone call.

Lin Xiyin took a deep breath and gave a bitter smile.

She got out of bed, walked slowly to the kitchen, took out ice, and then went to the bathroom to find a towel.

The new towels seem to be in the closet, but I can't find them no matter how hard I look.

She endured the pain and searched everywhere, but still couldn't find it. Lin Xiyin had no choice but to wrap ice in an old towel and apply it to the injured area.

The bedroom door was not closed, and after a few minutes, she heard someone knocking on the door.

Pei Muye brought in a doctor and said, "Check if she has broken any bones."

Fortunately, no bones were broken, just a sprain. After applying a cold compress and putting on a medicated plaster, it should be fine by tomorrow.

After seeing the doctor off, Pei Muye's phone rang again, the voice gentle: "Qingwan, what you just did..."

Her footsteps faded into the distance, and her voice grew so faint that she could no longer hear them.

Lin Xiyin realized that Pei Muyi had just been on the phone with Ming Qingwan.

A sharp stab pierced a part of her heart.

Pei Muye listened to the conversation on the other end of the line, his eyes fixed on the bedroom, and said, "Okay."

The next day, Lin Xiyin sat in the research institute all day. When she stood up to go home, she realized that her ankle was still uncomfortable.

She walked slowly for a while, and after she recovered somewhat, she drove home.

It was almost eleven o'clock when I got home.

Lin Xiyin took a shower and went to bed. Her mind was a mess, and she forced herself to close her eyes.

I have a lot to do tomorrow.

Footsteps approached, but Lin Xiyin remained motionless.

The mattress next to me shifted, and then a hot chest pressed against my back.

The man put his arm around her shoulder, his large hand sliding down her arm to grasp her slender waist.

Lin Xiyin grabbed his hand: "I don't want to today..."

Pei Muye frowned: "Menstrual period? Isn't it the end of the month?"

"It's not my period." Lin Xiyin closed her eyes. "I don't want to do it."

"But I want to."