Chapter 7
When something like this happened where the gang leader's position was in jeopardy, Shen Yizhi said resolutely, "Go!"
"Give me three minutes."
She turned around and hurried back home.
The sun was scorching overhead, a wave of heat hit my face, the cicadas were chirping restlessly, and the stuffiness was so oppressive that it seemed as if the air was frozen.
Pei Yanhe frowned and stared at her back as she walked further and further away until she disappeared. The heat seemed to steam him through, and even his confused and upset emotions were exposed to the sun.
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Bamboo Court Club.
Shen Yizhi opened the door with her bag and got out of the car. An incomprehensible expression appeared on her face, and she turned her head to look at Pei Yanhe who got out of the main car.
"Are you guys coming to the bamboo garden for dinner?"
What she hated most was the food at Zhuting. It wasn't that it was bad, it was just that she was picky.
The sun was glaring. Pei Yanhe stood beside her, covering her with his long shadow, and replied nonchalantly, "The chef has changed."
"When was it changed?" Chen Yizhi was completely unaware and continued walking towards the bamboo garden.
Pei Yanhe took two steps behind her and said calmly, "I don't know."
"Why don't you know?"
After a moment of silence, Pei Yanhe spoke: "I'm not an encyclopedia. I don't know everything."
"Oh, I thought you knew everything."
Shen Yizhi turned around to look at him, held out her handbag in front of him, and said very naturally, "Here, carry it."
Pei Yanhe lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly, "You thought of me when you were picking up the bag."
Shen Yizhi is a very delicate person. She never carries heavy objects with her hands and rarely buys handbags. If there is a job that requires carrying bags or heavy objects, it will definitely fall on Pei Yanhe.
If Pei Yanhe showed any reluctance, he would receive Chen Yizhi's shameless package, which would keep nagging in his ear like a mosquito until he agreed.
For example, at this moment——
"Pei Shanshan, it's an honor for you to carry the bag for this gang leader. Chen Jinyang and Shang Kuoheng don't even want it."
Shen Yizhi brainwashed him, “Besides, in order to sympathize with you for not being able to carry it, I specially carried a small bag when I went out. This bag is not heavy, so you can carry it with confidence.”
"There's no need to say thank you. I know you're willing."
Pei Yanhe remained silent throughout the entire conversation, a familiar feeling returning. His brows relaxed slightly, a slight curve forming on his lips.
"I'm truly honored."
He took her handbag, which was as light as a cotton doll, as if he hadn't even carried it.
"This is the blessing you've cultivated for eight lifetimes," Shen Yizhi curled his lips, "Let's go, carry the bag, little brother."
Pei Yanhe, the bag-carrying boy: "..."
There was still some time before dinner, so everyone gathered in the entertainment box. Shen Yizhi and Pei Yanhe walked in one after another.
Chen Jinyang and Shang Kuoheng, who were standing by the pool table, looked over and saw Shen Yizhi approaching aggressively, a sign of a coming storm.
"Okay, okay, you three are having a party and you didn't invite me!" Shen Yizhi crossed his arms in front of his chest, "We agreed to form a gang of four, don't you take me, the gang leader, seriously?"
Chen Jinyang sincerely held up three fingers on his right hand and said, "I swear to God, we've asked Pei Yanhe to call you."
Shen Yizhi was half-believing and half-doubting, and looked at Shang Kuoheng with a questioning look.
Shang Kuoheng is a calm person who never tells lies. Compared with Pei Yanhe and Chen Jinyang, he has more say and credibility.
Shang Kuoheng rubbed the chocolate powder and nodded, "Well, he didn't lie."
Shen Yizhi snorted lightly, “In that case, I’ll spare you.”
Her anger came and went quickly.
Chen Jinyang said earnestly, "Thank you so much, Master Shen, for being so magnanimous and letting us go."
"Who is this?" A girl suddenly appeared on the side. Her face was pretty and clear, as clean as the cold moon in the sky, and her words were very polite.
Chen Jinyang introduced: "This is Shen Yizhi."
In Kyoto, the surname Shen should have a complicated background.
Cheng Zhuhan looked at her calmly and said with a smile: "My name is Cheng Zhuhan. Why haven't I seen you before?"
It turns out that she is Cheng Zhuhan.
Shen Yizhi looked her up and down, without any hostility or distractions, "I used to study in the UK and just returned to China recently."
"So that's how it is." Cheng Zhuhan answered absentmindedly, her eyes wandering around.
Finally, she stopped at Pei Yanhe, who was sitting lazily on the long sofa, and the incongruous and exquisite handbag beside him. Her heart tightened inexplicably. She had never seen any women's belongings around him, and this was the first time. She pretended to be calm and walked over.
Shen Yizhi guessed the target she was looking for and asked Chen Jinyang in a low voice, "I've been chasing him for a month, where are you now?"
Chen Jinyang replied: "You know Pei Yanhe's character, he's an iron tree, a dull tree, a dead tree, he can't bloom."
Shen Yizhi patted his shoulder and said, "You are becoming more and more cultured, Erhuo. You can name three kinds of trees in one breath."
Chen Jinyang: “…”
Erhuo, the nickname given to Chen Jinyang by Chen Yizhi, sounds like "Erhuo" in the same pronunciation, so Chen Jinyang himself dislikes it very much.
Shang Kuoheng laughed out loud, and when he had finished laughing, he asked Chen Yizhi, "It's been a long time since I played snooker with you. Want a round?"
Shen Yizhi took the club he handed over, her red lips curled up in a flamboyant arc, "Come."
On this side, Cheng Zhuhan sat down at a distance from Pei Yanhe, clutching the hem of her clothes with her fingertips and a gentle smile on her face.
"I'm sorry, I asked Chen Jinyang for your number without your permission."
Pei Yanhe didn't look at her. His gaze lingered on the figure of the girl on the billiard table in the distance for two seconds, then he retracted his gaze, avoided the topic, and went straight to the point.
"You want to discuss investment in an art exhibition with me?"
Cheng Zhuhan breathed a sigh of relief, but the smile on her lips became a little stiff, "Yes."
Only then did Pei Yanhe's gaze shift to her, his expression still indifferent. "Tell me about it."
Although she had been pursuing Pei Yanhe for a month, Cheng Zhuhan had never spent time with him in private. Everyone in the circle knew that she was pursuing him, but he turned a deaf ear to it, as if it had nothing to do with him.
The thing Pei Yanhe has the most of besides money is suitors, but he has rejected every one of them ruthlessly and politely.
Cheng Zhuhan was able to stay in front of him for a month by not pointing out or explaining anything, but the result seemed to be even less progress.
Today, I finally found Chen Jinyang and got his number. I wanted to use the excuse of seeking funding for the art exhibition to ask him out alone.
In the end, the call was hung up after just a few words.
Cheng Zhuhan took a deep breath. "The theme is the group exhibition of the New York gallery Vilian. The design and planning are currently coming to an end. I can't guarantee the revenue, but I can guarantee that the crowds on the day of the exhibition will be good."
After a moment of silence, Pei Yanhe said casually, "Tell me the number."
Cheng Zhuhan felt a pang in her heart at his cold tone, and pretended to be calm while reporting her ideal budget.
"I don't do business at a loss," Pei Yanhe said, his eyes twitching as he crossed his fingers in his lap. "For further cooperation, please contact my secretary."
Suddenly, a cheer came from the box. Shen Yizhi waved his hands, his lychee eyes curved into bright crescents, and he looked like a happy deer, full of energy and vitality.
"I win! Erhuo, Shang Kuoheng, remember to send the bag I like to my house later."
Cheng Zhuhan's attention was drawn to the sound and she stared for two seconds.
Only then did I realize that everyone was desperately trying to fit into the circle at the top of the pyramid, and the girl named Shen Yizhi was born there.
Her pupils suddenly shrank and she looked away, suddenly realizing that Pei Yanhe's gaze was fixed on a certain place. His inky eyes softened and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Her fingertips gripping the hem of her clothes turned pale, and her face looked a little confused.
She had never seen such an expression on Pei Yanhe's face.
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