Chapter 30: Finding Inspiration



Pei Zhiting smiled at her and said, "My wife is quite delicate. If I don't treat her well, she won't let me get in bed."

Song Xijiao: ...

If there weren't other people around, she would have wanted to sew Pei Zhiting's mouth shut. How could this guy make such dirty jokes in public?

"Boss Pei, we've arrived at the construction site."

Pei Zhiting pulled Song Xijiao out of the car. They came here mainly to discuss the project with the partner. Song Xijiao thought that Pei Zhiting was just here to go through the motions. After all, he was a big boss and didn't have to do everything himself. However, Pei Zhiting not only came in person, but also made many suggestions.

"Boss Pei, we've received your feedback. I'll report it to my superiors and try to give you a satisfactory response as quickly as possible."

Pei Zhiting nodded and said, "Then I will wait for good news from your company."

"Of course, of course."

After leaving the construction site, Pei Zhiting took them for a walk on the streets of Bangkok. When they returned to the hotel, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Bangkok is a prosperous international metropolis and a trading center for precious metals and gemstones.

Song Xijiao was not interested in Pei Zhiting's work, but had a special liking for rare metals and gems. On the third day in Bangkok, Pei Zhiting went to the construction site, and she went shopping with her sketchbook on her back.

Pei Zhiting wanted to send her off, but she refused.

"Go back to work! Don't forget I have a job too. If you keep delaying like this, I won't be able to finish my paintings this year and won't be able to start next year. If I can't start next year, I won't be able to become the most famous painter of our time the year after."

But she was destined to disappoint Pei Zhiting's expectations.

She threw her sketchbook into the hotel and plunged into the bustling city, dealing with all kinds of gems and precious metals for a whole day.

Return to the hotel in the evening.

"I'm the one who's sad because I can't find any inspiration. Why are you sad?"

"Because you haven't found inspiration, you gave up looking for it. Tell me, should I be sad?"

"So what do you want?"

“I’ll teach you how to find inspiration.”

How does he find inspiration? He's not a painter.

"Jiaojiao, I will teach you to feel the world with your body."

Is this fucking possible?

The next day, Song Xijiao successfully caught a cold.

"Pei Zhiting, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have caught a cold."

Pei Zhiting put the medicine in her hand and said, "Well, it's all my fault. Jiaojiao, don't be angry anymore. Take the medicine quickly. I'll take you somewhere this afternoon."

Pei Zhiting took her to an alley. The alley was very old, the houses on both sides were very dilapidated, and there were many colorful paintings on the walls.

"This is Bangkok's old neighborhood and a favorite spot for painters. Jiaojiao can find inspiration here."

"You know I'm looking for inspiration?"

"I don't know, but I think you should like it."

Pei Zhiting held her hand and walked through the old alleys of Bangkok, telling her interesting stories about the place.

Song Xijiao followed Pei Zhiting, looking at his back, and suddenly felt a little moved.

There is someone who is willing to put down his busy work and accompany her to walk through the old streets and alleys of a foreign country and tell her interesting stories about this place. This should be what love looks like!

Maybe she could really live a good life with Pei Zhiting.

When she returned to the hotel in the evening, Song Xijiao was inspired and painted all night.

This was the painting that went most smoothly and was the one she was most satisfied with.

In the painting, Pei Zhiting is holding her hand and walking in the old alley. There is not much embellishment, but they look extremely happy in the painting.

She really found inspiration in Pei Zhiting.

The moon was hanging high in the sky, and its shadow was cast low on the ground. The night wind blew Pei Zhiting's clothes slowly, and also made the pipe in his hand hot.

He took a puff of the cigarette, and the tobacco wrapped in the mouthpiece became as red and hot as charcoal, but dimmed the next moment.

She should be happy. Only if she is happy will she not look downstairs.

Only if she is happy will she not realize that he has been waiting for her downstairs all night.

That night was too long for Pei Zhiting.

Cigarettes are actually a good thing. When you feel bored and annoyed, take a deep breath and everything becomes insignificant.

Pei Hetong, you have her youth.

Then he, Pei Zhiting, will own her for the rest of her life.

"Jiaojiao, let's have a grand wedding! We want everyone to know that you are my wife, okay?"

"Hmm~" She nodded weakly but attentively.

Pei Zhiting immediately took out a ring from his pocket and put it on her middle finger.

"This is an engagement ring. I'll give you another one when we get married."

On the last day in Bangkok, the project had been negotiated. The partner knew that Pei Zhiting was coming with his wife, so he specially prepared a banquet.

The partner took them to visit an ancient temple. Song Xijiao followed Pei Zhiting when suddenly a monk in a monk's robe blocked their way.

The monk held a blessing bracelet in his hand and handed it to Song Xijiao, saying something she couldn't understand.

The partner explained to them, "The master said that this bracelet is destined to be with this lady, and he gave it to her in the hope that it can bless her with peace and prosperity."

Song Xijiao took the bracelet and nodded slightly to the monk, "Thank you!"

The monk smiled at Song Xijiao, then turned to look at Pei Zhiting and said in Chinese with a Thai accent, "Sir, your wife is a blessed person, but she may have a bloody disaster in the near future. You must be careful."

Pei Zhiting frowned and looked at the monk, "Is there any way to resolve this?"

The monk smiled and shook his head, "If it is a blessing, there will be no disaster. If it is a disaster, there will be no escape."

Pei Zhiting's face darkened.

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