Pei Siyu not only did not let go, but instead increased the force in his hand.

The pain in her wrist made Mingyao frown.

She twisted her wrist, trying to break free from his grasp.

The more she twisted, the stronger Pei Siyu's grip became, almost crushing her wrist bones.

"Oh."

Mingyao groaned softly in pain, her eyebrows furrowed in a knot.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her clear pupils were covered with a layer of moisture. "President Pei, it hurts so much."

Her voice trembled as she murmured, a sound that no one could resist.

Pei Siyu didn't even turn his head, and pulled her straight to the fire escape.

"President Pei, is there something you want to say to me?"

Mingyao looked fearfully at the man whose back was to her with her watery eyes.

Pei Siyu turned around, the cold glint in his eyes like a sharp blade, as if he wanted to scrape the flesh off her face.

When their eyes met, Mingyao's face turned deathly pale.

She stiffened her neck, like a startled rabbit.

Pei Siyu narrowed his eyes, a mocking smile playing on his taut lips. "You think you can get away with playing the victim?"

He suddenly exerted force, and Mingyao cried out in pain, her wrist bones almost crushed.

"President Pei, I'm not pretending to be pitiful."

Tears streamed down her face, and in a moment she was crying so hard that her face was streaked with tears, making her look pitiful.

Mingyao looked at Pei Siyu pitifully and pleaded weakly, "President Pei, can you let me go?"

"It hurts so much."

Her tearful voice was like a kitten's paw, gently scratching at Pei Siyu's heart.

Pei Siyu loosened his grip, but then, remembering how she and Wang Zhouheng were chatting and laughing, he tightened his grip again.

"Su Xueya, why are you in such a hurry to go find him?"

With a slight exertion, Mingyao stumbled two steps toward his chest, caught off guard.

She was just a fist's distance away from falling into Pei Siyu's arms.

Pei Siyu's gaze grew colder and sharper, and Mingyao felt very impatient.

What's wrong with you, you scoundrel!

Meeting his eyes, which were burning with fierce anger, Mingyao blinked and asked innocently, "President Pei, I really don't know what you mean."

"Still pretending to be stupid?"

Pei Siyu's eyes swirled with anger, his gaze seeming as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Why is he acting so strangely today?

Mingyao was very confused.

Especially after seeing Wang Zhouheng, Pei Siyu was like a cat with its fur standing on end, constantly hissing at her.

Looking at Pei Siyu's gloomy face, a bold idea popped into my mind.

This idea surprised Mingyao.

Isn't that a bit too narcissistic?

And how could Pei Siyu possibly...?

Seeing that Mingyao remained silent, Pei Siyu smiled coldly, his expression a mix of mockery and sarcasm: "Feeling guilty?"

Mingyao stared into Pei Siyu's deep eyes and said, almost as if possessed, "President Pei, are you jealous?"

Pei Siyu: "..."

After saying that, Mingyao regretted it.

She wanted to slap herself right then and there. How could she have asked such a stupid question?

How could Pei Siyu possibly be jealous of her?

But if it weren't for jealousy, she really couldn't explain why Pei Siyu had become so strange!

Pei Siyu hadn't expected Mingyao to ask this question.

He froze, his brows furrowing deeply. "What?"

Mingyao swallowed nervously, about to explain, when Pei Siyu sneered and retorted sarcastically, "Su Xueya, you're ridiculous. You like to make a scene for yourself so much?"

He said that, but he felt inexplicably guilty.

"Su Xueya!" He said, each word almost squeezed out from between his teeth, his face clouded with gloom.

Meeting his blazing gaze, Mingyao's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them.

"President Pei, I... I didn't."

Her soft, almost inaudible sobs and the tear-streaked face of her touched the depths of Pei Siyu's heart.

A pang of reluctance arose in his heart, and after a moment's hesitation, he loosened his grip slightly.

Mingyao pulled her wrist away, and a terrifying purplish-red ring immediately appeared around it.

What a cruel man! He has no sense of tenderness or compassion for women.

With tears streaming down her face, Mingyao looked weak and pitiful, but in her heart she was cursing Pei Siyu to the core.

She only mentioned being jealous, why is she so angry?

Mingyao felt extremely resentful and kept complaining.

A gaze as cold as a knife shot over her again. Mingyao snapped back to reality and looked at Pei Siyu with a wronged expression.

Pei Siyu's face hardened, and his voice turned even colder, "Su Xueya, I'm warning you!"

He took a step closer, startling Mingyao so much that she retreated to stand close to the wall.

With a thud, Pei Siyu's fist grazed past her ear and slammed against the wall.

Mingyao's face turned ashen, her almond-shaped eyes filled with terror.

What's wrong with him now?

Just as her heart was pounding, the man's handsome features suddenly magnified several times.

This almost perfect, flawless face captured Mingyao's entire gaze.

Mingyao held her breath, her heart skipped a beat, "President Pei, what's wrong with me now?"

"Behave yourself from now on, and don't cause any trouble."

Am I not being honest?

Mingyao looked into his eyes with feigned fear and asked, her voice choked with sobs.

Pei Siyu narrowed his eyes, a storm brewing within his deep, unfathomable black pupils. "Still dare to talk back?"

Mingyao quickly lowered her head, shaking it like a rattle-drum, and stammered, "I dare not."

"I really hope you don't dare."

Pei Siyu glared at Ming Yao and said coldly, "I'll give you fifteen minutes to leave the hospital immediately."

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