Their eyes met, and Mingyao smiled, pursing her lips, "Mr. Pei, is there something you need from me?"

"without."

Pei Zhao shifted his gaze from Ming Yao's dress and subconsciously hid the bag he was carrying behind his back. "The party is about to start, why are you still here?"

"Oh, I just went to change into my dress."

Pei Zhao couldn't hide his disappointment, but facing Ming Yao, he still forced a smile and asked, "Did your husband prepare this?"

"Yes, he just delivered it."

"very beautiful."

Wearing a formal dress, Mingyao's skin was so white it seemed to glow, and her temperament was even more elegant, like a noble lady in a classical painting.

Mingyao noticed the bag Pei Zhao was carrying and roughly understood why he had come to find her.

Unfortunately, he was too late.

Even if it weren't late, she wouldn't have accepted the dress Pei Zhao offered.

"Right? My husband bought it especially for me."

Some feelings are better nipped in the bud.

Pei Zhao chuckled dryly and strode ahead.

His expression must be terrible right now, and he didn't want Mingyao to see it, so he walked very fast.

Pei Zhao's lips twitched twice, and his smile was mocking.

He's such a bastard.

Even though he knew Mingyao was already married, he still couldn't help but fall for her.

Pei Zhao had never been so heartbroken because of a woman in his entire life.

In the past, women would go to great lengths to please him, but this time he was genuinely sincere, even developing feelings for a woman who was already married.

Pei Zhao's thoughts were in complete disarray, and his mood was heavy. Even the bag he was carrying felt as heavy as if it were weighed down by a weight.