Chapter 65
Shen Yizhi himself was shocked by Pei Yanhe's appearance.
She made the bold statement because she didn't expect him to find it, and she was even prepared to let him down.
He Qingyu saw a hint of surprise in her eyes, and turned his head towards the sound with curiosity.
He saw a man in a white shirt and black trousers, with broad shoulders and long legs. Two buttons on his collar were undone, and his dark brown eyes looked at him in an unfathomable way.
There is an oppression that cannot be ignored.
"Pei Yanhe?" He Qingyu raised an eyebrow, obviously recognizing him at a glance, "Long time no see."
Pei Yanhe seemed to be deaf to his greeting, his eyes fixed on Shen Yizhi behind him, "Are you leaving or not?"
Shen Yizhi said decisively: "Let's go."
"Are you two still playing together?" He Qingyu's playful eyes wandered over the two of them.
No one paid any attention to him. Shen Yizhi, holding Shu Xinyu's hand, walked straight past him and walked to Pei Yanhe's side.
If people are subjected to too much cold words, they will also be driven to despair. He Qingyu sneered: "Playing ambiguously in the name of friends should be quite exciting."
"Pei Yanhe, to be honest, I envy you. Not only do you have a childhood sweetheart to sleep with, but you also have countless women chasing after you. Your life must be pretty good, right?"
Pei Yanhe paused, and before he turned around, the figure that was originally following him was gone.
Immediately afterwards, a crisp "pop" sound was heard behind him.
Shen Yizhi slapped He Qingyu in the face, and his palm burned with pain.
Her eyes were as cold as ice: "Is it interesting to create a human Huang Yao?"
Sometimes people speak without restraint and make malicious speculations, and can easily destroy a person with just a few words.
This is the kind of person she hates the most.
"Did I say something wrong?" He Qingyu tilted his head, covering his increasingly red and swollen cheeks with his hands, looking completely exasperated. The scent of the perfume she brought lingered in his nostrils, refreshing his heart.
He suddenly smiled evilly, "Miss Shen, how about you sleep with me for one night? My price is——"
A gust of wind passed by my ears, swallowing up all the unfinished words.
Before Shen Yizhi could react, Pei Yanhe had already punched He Qingyu hard in the face.
It was so powerful and so fast that people had no time to stop it, leaving only a black shadow.
He Qingyu was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a thud.
The restless crowd finally noticed the commotion and made way.
It was visible to the naked eye that the other side of He Qingyu's face, which was intact, quickly became red and swollen, and the skin broke, and red liquid flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Pei Yanhe turned his wrist slowly, his noble brows and eyes showing glacial coldness, looking down at him with condescending contempt.
The crowd was restless and discussions ensued.
"What's going on? Why did a fight break out in Huangyan?"
"Everyone in Kyoto knows that Huangyan prohibits pornography, gambling, and fighting. Violators will be expelled and permanently blacklisted. Why don't you quickly ask the boss of Huangyan to take care of it?"
"Don't say anything. It was Pei Yanhe who beat people up. Even if the mayor of Kyoto City came, he would have to wait until he finished beating people up."
…
The more people watch, the more disadvantageous it is for Pei Yanhe.
The Pei family has always valued reputation.
Shen Yizhi turned his head and whispered to Shu Xinyu, "Call Shang Kuoheng over, and then help me find the boss of Huangyan and ask him to clear the place."
She couldn't leave in the current situation, so Shu Xinyu responded and retreated outside the crowd.
He Qingyu staggered to his feet, wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and stared at him fiercely, "I hadn't even had time to pay you back that time in high school, and you still dared to hit me?"
Pei Yanhe raised his eyes lazily, his face expressionless, "It seems you haven't fought enough yet."
Shen Yizhi frowned aside.
When did Pei Yanhe hit He Qingyu?
How come she doesn't know?
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Police station, conference room.
"He said his last name was He, from the He family in the south of Kyoto." Shang Kuoheng folded his hands and leaned against the door. "He also said he didn't intend to let it go peacefully."
Pei Yanhe leaned back on the soft leather sofa, raised his head slightly and nodded, his voice cold: "Did I give him a choice?"
Shang Kuoheng pursed his lips and nodded. "That's easy to say. The problem is that there were a lot of people in the bar at the time, and there's no guarantee that the news would reach Uncle Pei's ears. Are you ready?"
There was silence for two seconds.
Before Pei Yanhe could say anything, Shen Yizhi walked in from outside, past Shang Kuoheng, and answered.
"I'll take care of Uncle Pei."
Since he has a backup plan, he has nothing to worry about.
"Okay," Shang Kuoheng held the door handle, "then you two can chat."
After closing the door for them, he turned around and saw the girl waiting at the end of the corridor with her head down.
Shu Xinyu was so bored that she was about to count the tiles in front of her when suddenly a shadow fell in front of her.
She looked up and curled her lips, "Are you done?"
Shang Kuoheng's jade-like face showed a hint of coldness, an expression that Shu Xinyu had never seen before.
He vaguely heard a sigh before he spoke: "Are you hurt?"
Shu Xinyu shook her head slowly, "I'm fine."
This was in the corridor, with surveillance cameras above, and police officers kept passing by, respectfully calling him "caravan", and then leaving with gossipy expressions.
Shang Kuoheng frowned and said, "Go to my office."
Shu Xinyu followed him into the office, and the door was locked right after she entered. Naturally, she was carried to his lap and sat there.
Shang Kuoheng's eyes gradually darkened, but he spoke gently, "Do you often go to Huangyan with Zhi?"
Suddenly, a large hand appeared behind her waist, and Shu Xinyu couldn't help but feel her hair stand on end. "Occasionally."
Thinking of the fact that she used to believe the outside world's evaluation of Shang Kuoheng as gentle as jade, elegant but not romantic, Shu Xinyu can only smile and say nothing.
He is not as abstinent as the rumors say, with no desires or requests, and he is not gentle to everything.
For example, now.
"Yeah." Shang Kuoheng looked at her, the temperature in his eyes gradually cooling down: "The wedding room has been renovated. When are we going to move in?"
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The conference room was silent for at least three minutes.
No one spoke first.
Shen Yizhi slowly walked around in the enclosed space, stopping from time to time to stare at the outstanding commendations on the wall.
After a long while, she asked the first question.
"How did you find Huangyan?"
Pei Yanhe's eyes were always on her back. "You only go to those few places often. For me, it's not difficult to guess."
"Oh." Shen Yizhi turned her head and met his inky black eyes, "When did you fight with him in high school?"
Even if she didn't know everything about him over the years, she had heard a thing or two about him.
But she had no recollection of this matter at all.
Pei Yanhe leaned his neck against the bent back of the sofa and stared at her for a long time, so long that Shen Yizhi was about to ask again.
She heard him say.
"The day before you knew his true face."
She had discovered that He Qingyu was having three affairs at the same time and had long suspected that it was Pei Yanhe's doing.
She never exposed him because she thought it was a good thing to recognize the scumbag as soon as possible.
only--
"Why did you hit him?" Shen Yizhi looked down at him, "Are you an enthusiastic citizen with an overflowing sense of responsibility again?"
Hearing this, Pei Yanhe raised his lower lip, a soreness rising in his chest, and he just felt funny, "Chen Yizhi."
He straightened his neck and slowly looked at her. His voice was uncontrollably hoarse as he asked word by word, "Don't you understand yet?"
"I like you."
"I've liked you for many years."
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