29: The wind is gentle, the night is gentle.

Ever since the shirt incident, Shang Zhi has been like a mouse seeing a cat whenever she sees Pei Yanxiu. She feels that this person is as troublesome as Tang Sanzang, and it's better to avoid him than to mess with him.

But what you fear most is precisely what you are most likely to encounter.

During that period, movies and TV series were booming, and Shang Zhi watched a lot of them and fell in love with motorcycles. She secretly made plans with Xu Shuo to ride them. However, before she could fully demonstrate her superb riding skills, an accident happened first. She accidentally scraped against a car parked on the side of the road, and it just so happened that she crashed into Pei Yanxiu's car.

After he slowly got out of the car and exchanged a glance with Shang Zhi, she knew she was doomed.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Pei."

"Are you alright? I'll take you to the hospital first."

"Don't tell my mom and dad... they won't let me ride my bike..."

Shang Zhi didn't want her parents to know she had been in a car accident, so she went back to Pei Yanxiu's villa to recover first, telling her mother that she had gone abroad with Lu Xingqi.

Pei Yanxiu agreed to keep her secret and wouldn't ask her to pay for the car repairs, on the condition that she deeply reflect on her actions and write a 5,000-word self-criticism.

Shang Zhi thought that this man must have some serious mental illness, or that he had just transmigrated from the late Qing Dynasty and hadn't fully evolved yet. She was extremely unlucky to have bumped into him.

He actually made her write a self-criticism!

But she had no choice but to give in and obediently wrote a self-criticism, which she handed to him. It was five thousand words long, and her hands trembled as she wrote it.

"I hope you will remember this lesson and not do anything dangerous again. If I catch you again, it won't be as simple as a five-thousand-word self-criticism."

He wants a next time? This guy is practically a genius dean of students! Shang Zhi felt like every second she spent with him required someone to make up for her emotional distress.

"I understand, Uncle Pei. I'll definitely be more careful next time." Shang Zhi's smile was almost like crying. She never expected that after being able to walk sideways in Hong Kong for sixteen years, she would be defeated by this old geezer!

She hated it!

But after he finished scolding her, he meticulously applied the medicine and cleaned her according to the doctor's instructions, as if he were treating her as a fine work of art.

The movements were so gentle that they disturbed her mind.

His breath brushed past her ear, and when he wasn't spouting grand principles, the authoritative aura he exuded made her heart race.

Dressed in a suit and tie, upright and serious, he exuded the demeanor of a person in a superior position, which made her panic all the more vivid.

Perhaps she was naturally attracted to people like him; her breathing quickened when he approached her.

Perhaps love has no logic; the moment you realize your heart is fluttering, you're already deeply in love.

At first, Shang Zhi didn't admit that it was love at all.

She felt like she was lying in wait, lurking beside the dangerous man, looking for an opportunity to conquer him.

At that time, she didn't understand that there was a slight difference between wanting to be around him and making him angry, and wanting to conquer him.

To her even greater surprise, he rejected her.

There was no explanation, no comfort, just a direct rejection that left no room for imagination.

"You have no manners." He crossed his long legs to avoid her gaze, and his aloofness only fueled her competitive spirit.

"You dare say you don't like me?" As she frowned and spoke to him earnestly, a wave of emotion stirred within him.

But he still didn't agree. Company matters already occupied all his energy, and he simply couldn't spare any for someone else.

Besides, they are eight years apart in age, and she is so young and naive that she doesn't understand what liking or disliking someone means.

She was just having fun.

“I do like you, but not in that way. You call me uncle, but I only treat you as a junior and have no improper thoughts.” He stood up and said calmly. Shang Zhi sneered inwardly, thinking, “Acting so mature, but I’m only 24 myself.”

"Are you sure?" She raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze.

The moment their eyes met, he stumbled, his heart pounding.

Are you sure?

uncertain.

But I can't bear to disturb your innocent confusion.

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, pale and hazy, it's breathtaking.

It should hang high in the sky, don't you think?

"Uncle Pei, you'll regret this." In the moonlight, her skin was radiant and glowing.

He thought to himself, "He's not very old, but he's very arrogant."

He stopped his hand from patting her head and instead patted her shoulder.

"It's getting late, let's go home."

-

When Pei Yanxiu mentioned going home last night, Shang Zhi was furious, as her trip to Koh Samui was less than halfway over.

She just wanted to get some fresh air, but he wouldn't allow it. Men's hearts are so unpredictable; one minute he'd say he loved her, and the next he'd be furious.

An emotionally unstable creature.

"well."

On the plane back to Hong Kong, she sighed repeatedly. When he didn't react, she leaned close to his ear and sighed again.

"What's wrong?"

His profile was very handsome. This man had a lot of flaws that she couldn't stand, but his modeling skills were top-notch. Whenever she looked at him, she would always find herself falling in love without realizing it.

"It's nothing. I just feel a little pathetic. I was dragged home like this, and I lost all my dignity."

"You can't even go out for a few days."

"Or... you could buy me a few bags to make up for my broken heart?" Shang Zhi sent Pei Yanxiu several payment links on WeChat.

"I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, and you still have the nerve to ask for compensation." He raised an eyebrow and patted her leg, a warning that wasn't too harsh.

"If you don't want to buy it, then don't buy it. You're being stingy."

Shang Zhi turned around, and half a minute later, her phone rang. When she looked at it again, all four bags she had sent him were now in the "paid" status.

"This is the last time." He gently rubbed her head.

When Shang Zhi got home, she sensed something was wrong. He had locked the door and told the servants that she couldn't leave the house without his permission. He controlled everything she did and used throughout the day. What was the difference between her and a prisoner?

"You can't do this, I still have to go to the company!"

"Here's your computer. Just finish the work you need in the video conference. I'll have my assistant bring it back for the signatures. Is there anything else you need?"

"I'm going out," Shang Zhi said through gritted teeth.

“I already told you this when we were in Thailand, Xixi. Give me a reason that can convince me, otherwise you can only stay at home and reflect on your actions.”

"How long?" At first, Shang Zhi was trying to keep her temper in check and speak politely.

"Until I feel you've learned your lesson."

"You old fool, are you out of your mind! Do you know what you're doing?! Even if I married you, you can't treat me like this!"

"How did I treat you? I was just telling you not to be fickle and not to leave without saying goodbye. You went too far, didn't you? Instead of shouting here, you should reflect on your actions and show me your remorse! Xixi, I spent so much time and energy on you not so you could challenge me."

After saying that, Pei Yanxiu left the house and went back to the company, deliberately giving her the cold shoulder. He was also worried that she might be overthinking things at home alone, so he kept checking his phone for messages from her.

He looked out the window. It was late at night, and there were very few people on the street. The moonlight was faint.