When Pei Siyu stood up straight, Mingyao was still in a daze.

"Let's go."

"ah?"

Before Mingyao could react, Pei Siyu had already grabbed her hand and strode forward.

Mingyao followed him as if in a trance, acting like a puppet the whole time.

The restaurant's dazzling lights shone into Mingyao's eyes. She steadied herself, and her body immediately felt burning up.

This is insane, absolutely insane!

Pei Siyu's actions flashed through Mingyao's mind like a fleeting glance, and the blood in her body boiled.

She covered her neck, where Pei Siyu's warmth still lingered.

Looking back, Mingyao felt a sense of unreality.

It felt like everything that had just happened was a dream.

If she hadn't witnessed it firsthand, Mingyao would never have imagined that Pei Siyu would do something so outrageous, even if she lived both her lives.

He always had a stern face, as if God owed him hundreds of millions.

For such a cold-faced devil to do something so outrageous to her can only mean one thing.

That is—Pei Siyu has fallen in love with her!

Mingyao was overjoyed; she had succeeded!

Back in the private room, Pei Zhao stared blankly at Ming Yao and Pei Siyu's hands clasped together.

He looked at their hands, then at Pei Zhao and Ming Yao's faces, and after a long while asked, "What's going on between you two?"

Before Pei Siyu could answer, Pei Zhao's face darkened.

He approached Mingyao and Pei Siyu, sighed, and then said with a solemn expression, "Feelings are irrational, but Uncle."

He looked at Pei Siyu with genuine affection and a serious expression: "You can't force someone to do something they don't want to do. Sister Su is already married."

"It's immoral for you two to be together!"