With a snap, Pei Zhao and Pei Siyu both looked at Ming Yao.

Mingyao slammed the cup on the table, coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice, "Excuse me, my throat is a little sore."

"I need to go to the restroom first."

As soon as she stood up, her wrist tightened suddenly, enveloped in a layer of heat.

Mingyao pursed her lips tightly, stiffly turned around, and met Pei Siyu's ambiguous smile.

Pei Zhao was stunned when he saw the two holding hands.

"Sister Su, you and my uncle are..."

Pei Siyu held Mingyao's hand, his cold gaze sweeping back and forth across her face, as if he wanted to scrape off two pieces of flesh.

Mingyao stood frozen in place, a buzzing sound exploding in her ears.

Is Pei Siyu acknowledging the reality of their marriage?

Time seemed to drag on, and a single minute felt like an eternity.

Pei Siyu didn't say anything. Mingyao guessed that he might have misunderstood her relationship with Pei Zhao and was unhappy, which was why he organized this dinner.

After Mingyao understood, she smiled slightly and broke free from Pei Siyu's grasp, saying awkwardly, "Don't misunderstand."

"I had dinner with Mr. Pei to discuss business."

"Master Pei pulled me up because I almost fell down just now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mingyao felt a cold and fierce gaze.

She was sweating profusely.

Pei Siyu didn't explicitly state their relationship; she didn't dare to bring it up.

"Feel sorry."

Mingyao ran to the bathroom as fast as she could. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding.

That's scary.

Pei Siyu doesn't want to acknowledge their relationship, so why is she being asked to meet Pei Zhao?

Was this a warning to her, to put her in a bad light, and to keep her away from Pei Zhao?

Mingyao's thoughts were in disarray. She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on, unsure how to face Pei Zhao and Pei Siyu.