“Come here.”
Pei Jingyi looked at Wen Huan as he spoke, his deep voice slightly hoarse. Though he was merely serving her rice, there was an inexplicable hint of danger in his tone.
Wen Huan sensed it keenly and approached cautiously. She first handed the rice to her son: “Chenchen, you’re young and need to eat more so you can grow up strong and capable.”
In reality, the grown-up Pei Chen was indeed quite formidable.
Not only was he 186 cm tall with an excellent physique and striking looks, but he was also the school bully.
Even when several schools joined forces, they couldn’t defeat him.
Yet, for some reason, he ended up being stabbed to death by multiple assailants. Could it have been a cowardly sneak attack?
Wen Huan rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought as she gazed at her son. Just then, Pei Jingyi placed a second bowl of rice in front of her: “You should eat properly too.”
He didn’t like anyone diverting Wen Huan’s attention.
Fortunately, this time, Wen Huan obediently picked up her bowl and focused on eating.
After dinner, Pei Jingyi took their son to wash the dishes and tidy up, while Wen Huan sat at the dressing table she had bought that afternoon and began her skincare routine.
She meticulously applied body lotion to each of her pretty toes.
Since she had been walking more lately, Wen Huan, who loved herself dearly, didn’t neglect any part of her body.
Pei Jingyi glanced back at her but said nothing.
However, that night on the mattress they had added to the bed, Wen Huan lost her “dominant” position and was once again trapped against the man’s chest, tormented to the point of exhaustion.
This time, even her feet weren’t spared. Not only were her delicate soles tingling intensely, but there was also a bite mark on the pearl-white skin of her instep.
“Pei Jingyi, you really need to tone it down every night. I have to film a video tomorrow, and I won’t be in good shape if you keep this up…”
Wen Huan mumbled drowsily, her voice soft but no longer calling him “husband.”
Upon hearing this, Pei Jingyi tightened his arm around Wen Huan’s slender waist. He remained silent, his dark eyes deepening.
…
The next day, when Pei Jingyi woke up, Wen Huan was still sound asleep.
He didn’t disturb her. As usual, he drew the curtains to block the sunlight, then rode his electric scooter to drop Pei Chen off at kindergarten before heading to work.
Fortunately, the electric scooter was nimble, and even during the morning rush hour when the roads were congested, Pei Jingyi quickly arrived at the entrance of Self-illuminating Technology.
However, since Wen Huan had bought a cheap scooter, the battery likely wasn’t original. After the morning ride, Pei Jingyi had to bring an extension cord out from the company to recharge it.
Watching Pei Jingyi go through this series of actions, Duan Yuanzhou, who had initially approached to discuss business matters, stood frozen in place, unable to bear the sight.
His once dignified Pei Ge had truly lost all traces of a wealthy man’s aura under Wen Huan’s influence.
But Pei Jingyi didn’t see any problem with himself. The next moment, he calmly looked at Duan Yuanzhou: “Go find out who Wen Huan met yesterday.”
Duan Yuanzhou was taken aback: “Pei Ge, is Wen Huan causing trouble again?”
Pei Jingyi: “No.”
Duan Yuanzhou didn’t believe him: “Pei Ge, don’t be too polite about it! Wen Huan stirs up trouble every other day. Honestly, I think you should just divorce her to save yourself the hassle. It’s not like you like her anyway.”
Since this “bankruptcy plan” was crucial, and Wen Huan was both troublesome and meddlesome, her presence in the plan was inevitably a variable.
More importantly, Duan Yuanzhou had recently received information that Wen Huan seemed to have a close relationship with Feng Wen, the illegitimate son of the Feng family.
And that Feng Wen is a formidable character.
From being a dispensable fringe member of the Feng family at the beginning, he rose to a central position in just three short years. Recently, he has even been subtly seizing control of the Feng family’s power. He is undoubtedly a deep thinker.
This time, with Pei Jingyi’s “bankruptcy,” it’s hard to say whether Feng Wen had a hand in it.
But as Pei Jingyi listened to all this, his expression remained completely unchanged. Under the overcast sky, his handsome face was darker than the light hidden behind thick clouds. “Do what I told you to do. Keep your mouth shut about everything else, and don’t casually discuss Wen Huan.”
“…” Duan Yuanzhou was left speechless. He hadn’t expected Pei Jingyi to be so protective of Wen Huan this time, to the point where even mentioning her was off-limits.
After all, Pei Jingyi was the last child born to Old Master Pei when he was nearly fifty.
Growing up in the complex Pei family, surrounded by older and more powerful siblings with conflicting motives, he had become emotionally detached and rarely defended anyone so fiercely.
Yet Wen Huan was the exception time and again, always so special.
Duan Yuanzhou fell silent for a while before finally finding the reason and sincerely remarking, “Brother Pei, you really are a responsible, good man.”
“Even if you don’t like Wen Huan, you’re so responsible toward her since she married you.”
“If I were a woman, I’d want to marry you too.”
Because a man’s duty to a woman encompasses not only love but also responsibility.
This reminded Duan Yuanzhou of a minor incident three years ago. As Pei Jingyi’s closest friend, he had just learned that his brother had been forced into marriage by a scheming woman who used a child to secure her position.
Furious, he drove to the Pei residence, intending to teach that woman a lesson on Pei Jingyi’s behalf.
But as soon as he reached the main gate, the security guards stopped him, insisting on a body search. Because the lady of the house was pregnant, Pei Jingyi had ordered strict inspections of all items carried by visitors to avoid affecting her health, especially perfumes.
Duan Yuanzhou found it absurd, but after being searched, he strode into the house with renewed determination.
Unexpectedly, he was “stopped” again at the door.
This time, it wasn’t the guards who halted him—it was the sight of Pei Jingyi tending to Wen Huan’s morning sickness.
Sensitive during pregnancy, even the slightest unusual smell made her nauseous. Wen Huan was retching miserably, and in his panic, Pei Jingyi didn’t even grab a trash can. Instead, he knelt on one knee before her, cupping his hands to catch whatever she might vomit.
In the end, Wen Huan didn’t throw up anything—just cried from discomfort, blaming Pei Jingyi, “It’s all your fault!”
Pei Jingyi didn’t even stand up, staying in that position to comfort her. Only afterward did he rise, holding her in his arms, lowering his head to kiss away her tear stains and her trembling lips.
Duan Yuanzhou had never seen Pei Jingyi, who had always been obsessively fastidious, willingly hold someone else’s filth in his hands.
And since Pei Jingyi didn’t love Wen Huan, his actions could only be attributed to responsibility.
…
Meanwhile, by the time Wen Huan woke up, it was almost noon.
Although she felt drowsy again after eating the meal Pei Jingyi had prepared, Wen Huan hadn’t forgotten her plan to become a beauty guru.
Summoning her energy, she changed clothes and prepared to officially record her makeup tutorial.
The first lesson featured her beautiful, pure, and classic peach blossom makeup. To make it more professional, she even brought her makeup bag and splurged 58 yuan on coffee, choosing an upscale café as her filming location.
Foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blush… She used all the cosmetics she had bought back when she had money.
After a detailed explanation, precise steps, and utilizing professional knowledge for storyboarding, editing, beauty filters, and effects.
“Done!”
Wen Huan had been busy for nearly a day and finally sent out her first work with full confidence, eagerly anticipating her widespread popularity.
“Buzz—”
A few minutes later, her phone indeed started vibrating!