Chapter 2
The airport T1 entrance was crowded and noisy, with people coming and going constantly passing by.
The world seemed to be muted, the people around him were like a torrent, and Pei Yanhe could only see her.
She tilted her fair, cold face slightly upwards to look at him, her pretty brows slightly furrowed, and her lips opened and closed like a blooming flower as she spoke.
Pei Yanhe's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and instead of answering, he asked, "Are you not happy to see me?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he leaned forward, lowered his head, looked directly at her, and an unruly smile appeared on his lips: “It’s no use if you are not happy, Uncle Shen asked me to pick you up.”
She had only used her father to pressure her since she was little. It might have worked when she was little, but now—
Shen Yizhi folded her hands in front of her chest, and a hint of displeasure appeared on her beautiful face. "It's useless to use my dad to pressure me. Let go. I'll take a taxi back by myself."
Pei Yanhe didn't move, but said calmly: "Uncle Shen said that if you don't come with me, forget about moving out."
Shen Yizhi: “…”
Chinese education, you win.
Shen Yizhi deflated like a balloon, glanced at him, and compromised: "Where is the car?"
Pei Yanhe's eyebrows were stern, and his chin was slightly raised towards the distance.
Shen Yizhi followed her sight and saw the luxurious and high-profile dark Bugatti, with an even more arrogant and eye-catching license plate.
"京A.88888"
It fits the personality of Pei Yanhe, the noble young master.
Shen Yizhi walked straight past him towards the car, and as a matter of course, she said to him, "You push the luggage."
Pei Yanhe looked at her thin and slender back, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and he pushed the luggage cart and followed without complaint.
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Shen Yizhi had several suitcases of various sizes, which could not fit in the Bugatti at all. Pei Yanhe had anticipated this and put the luggage in the business car that followed before getting in.
Shen Yizhi sat in the passenger seat of the Bugatti, fastened his seat belt, and thought about it over and over again. He always felt that something was wrong and couldn't help but speak.
"Pei Yanhe, tell me the truth, did Uncle Pei sell you to my dad to be my child husband?"
Shen Yizhi and Pei Yanhe were childhood sweethearts, and their family elders were old friends. When she was a child, the words she heard most often were "child marriage" and "child-rearing husband", but they were just vague impressions.
Later, perhaps because the two had been incompatible since childhood, they would confront each other as soon as they met and disliked each other, and gradually, such words were rarely heard.
Pei Yanhe steered the wheel with one hand, his fingers were slender and white like jade, his knuckles were sharp and distinct, his wrist bones extended upwards and slightly protruded, with light blue veins winding and climbing faintly visible.
He looked straight ahead and spoke calmly.
"I didn't chase after any athletic students in high school, only to find out they were dating two at a time, and I was almost the third one being a child husband."
“…”
Bringing up old grudges, huh?
Shen Yizhi looked at him with a frown and said meaningfully, "I don't want some person who wet the bed in high school to be my role."
The light turned red, Pei Yanhe stepped on the brakes, looked at her faintly, staring at her with an ambiguous look in his eyes, but he never spoke.
This matter originated from one morning in high school. Shen Yizhi accidentally saw Pei Yanhe drying his bed sheets early in the morning. It was strange that the young master could dry his bed sheets himself. It must be that he was ashamed of wetting the bed and didn't want others to know.
After learning about this rare and shocking secret, Shen Yizhi even ran to Pei Yanhe and mocked him for a week.
Thinking that he was speechless, Shen Yizhi smiled triumphantly, and her moist lychee eyes seemed to ripple with thousands of layers of waves, lively and bright.
"You can't argue with me. Pei Yanhe, I win."
The opening and closing of her lips revealed a gorgeous color, which was inexplicably charming and captivating.
Pei Yanhe was too lazy to explain. After all, he couldn't tell her that the object of his first sexual fantasy in high school was her, and the object of his erotic dream was also her.
He calmly withdrew his gaze, stepped on the accelerator, and chuckled in a lazy tone.
"Should we set off some fireworks to celebrate for you, Miss Shen?"
Shen Yizhi was very much attracted by his flattery. Although there might be some sarcasm in his words, she was content and waved her hand awkwardly.
"No need, winning against you is a piece of cake."
She has been winning since she was a child and has never lost, and Pei Yanhe has always been defeated by her.
Pei Yanhe chuckled lightly, and the mist in his eyes, as deep as a dark pool, gradually dissipated.
The phone vibrated twice, but Shen Yizhi didn't talk to him anymore and lowered his head to read the message.
The car fell into silence, with only the cool air conditioning blowing slowly, mixed with the light and sweet scent of jasmine that penetrated his nostrils, lingering around him and swallowing him whole.
Pei Yanhe felt a little stuffy in his chest for no reason. He raised his head and turned up the air conditioner.
Shen Yizhi caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of her eye and said subconsciously, "I'm not cold."
"Oh," Pei Yanhe glanced at her, "I'm cold."
"..." Shen Yizhi glanced at his clean black T-shirt. He was not as exposed as her. He was indeed a precious and difficult to serve young master.
Two messages popped up again on the other side of the screen, and Shen Yizhi withdrew his gaze.
Shu Xinyu: [Baby, have you landed?]
Shu Xinyu: [Would you like to go to the bamboo garden for a get-together?]
Is it a day today? [Wait for me, I’ll be there soon]
Shen Yizhi looked up from the phone, “I’m not going home, take me to the bamboo garden first.”
There was silence in the car for a while. Just when Shen Yizhi thought he didn't hear her and turned his head to look, he heard him speak slowly.
"Do you really think of me as a driver?"
Pei Yanhe's voice was as cold as usual, and no specific emotion could be heard.
It was just a rhetorical question, and Shen Yizhi didn't find it very pleasant to listen to. He said unhappily, "If you don't want to open it, let me do it."
"Where are you coming from?"
The scorching sun outside the window hit half of his shoulder. Pei Yanhe said jokingly, "Have you forgotten about driving your car into the ditch six months ago?"
How can a mouth with a temperature of 36 degrees utter such cold words?
Shen Yizhi simply gave up and said, "Just tell me whether you want to give it to me or not."
She looked like she would step forward and grab the steering wheel if Pei Yanhe said he wouldn't give her a ride.
The sunlight shone through the glass window with warmth. Pei Yanhe turned the steering wheel expressionlessly and was defeated silently.
"Pei Shanshan, you finally did something human."
Taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't drive, Shen Yizhi unscrupulously reached out and rubbed his soft and fluffy hair, as if to praise him.
After finishing, she did not forget to express her feelings: "Pei Shanshan, your hair is still as nice to touch as always."
Just like dog's hair, soft and comfortable.
"Don't touch my head, and--"
Pei Yanhe smelled the jasmine scent that suddenly approached him. It lasted only a moment before his throat tightened and his voice became hoarse, as if it had been pounded by gravel. "Don't call me that."
Shen Yizhi likes to provoke him, "Why can't I call you Pei Shanshan."
"Pei Xiaoshan."
“Pei Xiaoshanshan.”
"Chen Yizhi." Pei Yanhe called her in a low, threatening voice, his tone cold and hard, "If you scream again, I'll throw you down."
When you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Shen Yizhi suppressed his smile, a cunning flash in his eyes, "I know. Pei, Shan, Shan, just don't call me that."
The more she is told not to scream, the more she screams.
The nickname Pei Shanshan was given to Pei Yanhe by Mr. Pei, hoping that he would be as strong and vigorous as a mountain.
It's just that the Pei family all thought it was unpleasant and few people called him that. Instead, Shen Yizhi called him that for no reason to annoy him.
Pei Yanhe glanced at her and saw that Chen Yizhi had stopped talking and lowered her head to look at her phone. Her black hair was tucked behind her ears, a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, and there was still a lingering smile at the corners of her eyes.
She has thin shoulders, a slender neck, and skin as white as snow, like a noble and arrogant swan on the lake.
Pei Yanhe covered his eyes with his dark eyelashes, suppressed his restless heartbeat, and sighed almost inaudibly.
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