Nightmare

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did I guess right?"

After Chen Peiyuan finished speaking, he saw your strong reaction and couldn't help but chuckle. He knew you were too easy to understand, and all your emotions were written on your face.

So I always lost to him whenever we argued before.

However, I definitely can't say that, otherwise someone will get angry again.

With a smile, Chen Peiyuan took the bouquet off his hands, picked up the scissors, and prepared to trim the flower branches. Recently, he has been going to the flower shop to choose beautiful bouquets himself. When he comes to have lunch with Chen Yulan, he will replace the flowers that were arranged the day before with new, fresh flowers.

"No, how could that be! You must be overthinking it." You quickly denied it, giving an awkward smile.

Chen Peiyuan clapped his hands, stood up, glanced at her, chuckled, and then took out the food he had prepared to invite her to eat.

He would cook several dishes every morning, pack them in a box and take them to the company. At noon, he would heat them up and come to have lunch with you. The first time he came, you were a little confused. Then you saw him holding a box, sitting on the sofa and quickly setting out three dishes and a soup neatly on the table, and then calling you over to eat.

You ask him in surprise how he managed to prepare so much food. The food is packed in a thermal container, clearly not takeout or something made outside. He takes a bowl and spoon, puts the rice in your hand, and says with a smile that he made it before leaving home this morning and then packed it in a thermal container. He says that Assistant Li mentioned you sometimes miss lunch because you're busy, so he took the liberty of preparing this food for you. It's already 12 o'clock, time to eat.

You smelled the aroma of the food and checked the time; sure enough, it was 12:30, lunch break time. Your stomach rumbled in protest. With Chen Peiyuan arriving, you couldn't continue working, so you simply sat down, ate a hot meal, and felt completely comfortable. "I feel like you wouldn't starve to death even if you went to a desert island to survive," you said. You really thought so. Chen Peiyuan was just taken aback and chuckled, not understanding why you suddenly said such things.

From then on, Chen Peiyuan would always appear in your office at noon with a thermos to have lunch with you, as regularly as an NPC refreshing the map.

"Come and eat, the food will get cold."

"Oh, okay." Seeing that Chen Peiyuan didn't seem to care, you breathed a sigh of relief.

After dinner, you lay comfortably on the sofa. To be honest, ever since you started living with Chen Peiyuan and got used to his cooking, you've become less inclined to order takeout. You always feel that it's not as delicious as Chen Peiyuan's cooking. If Chen Peiyuan stopped cooking one day, you feel like you wouldn't be able to survive. This guy can cook, clean, and is also good-looking. Thinking about it this way, there are quite a few advantages to marrying Chen Peiyuan.

Perhaps you ate too much; your head feels dizzy, your eyelids feel heavy, and you feel drowsy.

When Chen Peiyuan finally finished washing the dishes and tidying up, he saw Chen Yulan leaning against the sofa, eyes closed, asleep.

He slowed his movements, gently draped the clothes over your body, then picked up the insulated food container from the table. As he left, he held the door in his hand, quietly opening and then quietly closing it.

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"Cough, cough, cough"

Suddenly, you open your eyes, panting, struggling to sit up, coughing through your throat. You touch your neck, wiping away the cold sweat, as if the sensation is still there. Your panicked eyes look around, fearing that the monster will appear from some corner.

You just had a dream. In the dream, you went to Chen Peiyuan's company, excitedly preparing to discuss cooperation with him. You enthusiastically talked about your plans, and only after you finished did you realize you were thirsty. You sat down, grabbed the teacup on the table, and drank it all in one gulp. Chen Peiyuan, who hadn't said a word, suddenly burst into laughter, put his hands on his hips, looked down at you, and started dancing in the office. You were startled and looked at him spinning around in confusion, not understanding what he meant. You tried to pull him away to stop him from dancing, but he shook off your hand, laughed loudly, and spun around you. You were pushed to the ground by him, staring at him blankly. He kept spinning and spinning until you were dizzy, his laughter sharp and piercing.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped and squatted down in front of you. You finally saw his face clearly, and the sight sent chills down your spine. Your body instinctively recoiled. This person was clearly not Chen Peiyuan. He had a round head and big ears, a fat face with two small eyes, and below those small eyes hung a swollen eye bag. His large nostrils snorted, emitting a foul stench that assaulted your nostrils, forcing you to hold your breath and not dare to smell it. His sausage-like mouth was still opening and closing as he spoke.

"Hahahaha, Chen Yulan, take a closer look at who I am. I already know all your plans. I'm going to ruin them all. Who told you to win the bid? Since you've ruined my plans, I won't let you get away with it." The man's face was contorted with rage, and he became more and more agitated as he spoke.

You dodged his verbal attack and remained silent for a while. Just when the man thought you were scared and was feeling smug, you spoke up.

"Your guy? I know him?" You scratched your head, confirming that you didn't recall him. "Say what, but don't suddenly attack people. You're really immoral." You immediately dodged, but the man suddenly grinned and pounced on you. If you hadn't been quick-witted, you'd probably be lying on the ground by now.

The man blushed furiously at your words, his face visibly bulging even larger. "Ahhh, Chen Yulan, you filthy woman!" He lunged at her, trying to grab her and tear her mouth apart, but his obese body lacked agility, and she dodged him. The man grew even angrier, his face swelling and greasy, making him look like a monster, quite frightening.

Your instinct is to run. You rush to the door, trying to open it, but as soon as your hand touches the handle, a force pulls you backward. The man grabs you, his large, fat hand gripping your neck, forcing you to the ground. He grins menacingly as he sits on top of you, pressing down heavily. "No, don't." In an instant, everything goes black. You feel like the world is spinning, and all your organs—heart, liver, spleen, stomach, lungs—are being squeezed violently. You can't swallow. You can't pry the man's hands off. Suddenly, your other hand touches something hard. Without thinking, you grab it and slam it down on him. The next moment, you sit up with a start, awake in your office.

You clutched your throat and coughed desperately, trying to breathe in the fresh air in the room. The suffocating and burning sensation that man had given you still seemed to linger in your throat. It all felt too real, almost like a dream.

The distorted face in the dream was so terrifying that it left a lingering fear in your heart. Your hand unconsciously gripped something, and you felt as if you touched something soft fabric. You looked down.

It was a black suit jacket, casually lying beside you, the cuffs wrinkled, probably from when you were holding it. You stared blankly at it; it was Chen Peiyuan's jacket.