Wen Huan didn’t know what Pei Jingyi was doing to the little fatty on the other side.
Because after she and Pei Jingyi arrived at the kindergarten and saw the little fatty talking nonsense to Chenchen, she had already gotten her revenge by knocking him down flat on his face. Wen Huan, being magnanimous, naturally wouldn’t continue to trouble a child afterward.
Ten minutes later, the family of three also left the kindergarten.
When getting on the electric scooter, as usual, Pei Chen squatted on the front footboard, Wen Huan sat on the back seat, and Pei Jingyi drove.
But before setting off, Wen Huan squirmed and insisted that Pei Jingyi wear the pink helmet she had bought, claiming it was for traffic safety.
Pei Jingyi helplessly pinched Wen Huan’s little face: “Where did you come from, you little tormenting imp?”
In the end, however, he still put on the helmet. Wen Huan couldn’t help but smile and hugged her husband’s waist tightly, telling her son to squat properly. The electric scooter then whirred off toward home.
But this seemingly warm and joyful scene took on a completely different meaning when viewed from a Maserati not far away.
Pei Yi angrily clenched her fists, glaring at Wen Huan’s back and cursing: “That lowly woman! How dare she treat my uncle and Chenchen like this!”
Zuo Rouya sat in the driver’s seat, her delicate face also showing surprise: “Oh my, I never imagined Miss Wen would go this far. In the past, Mr. Pei and Xiao Chenchen traveled with great fanfare and prestige. How could they be reduced to riding an electric scooter now, and even suffer such humiliation one after another…”
Pei Yi: “It’s all Wen Huan’s fault! Sister Rouya, if you hadn’t brought me here and we happened to see this, I wouldn’t have known how much my uncle has been bullied by Wen Huan since he went bankrupt!”
Zuo Rouya shook her head, indicating it was nothing, because today she had deliberately brought Pei Yi—the most spoiled princess of the Pei family and someone who had always clashed with Wen Huan in the past—to witness this.
After all, having been reborn, Zuo Rouya knew well that Pei Yi would be her greatest ally in the Pei family, so she had carefully chosen the right moment.
However, Zuo Rouya hadn’t expected Pei Jingyi to indulge Wen Huan to such an extent. When she saw Pei Jingyi actually put on that childish and ridiculous helmet on his handsome, dignified face under Wen Huan’s coquettish persuasion, her heart felt a sting.
Pei Yi was nearly going mad with anger: “My uncle was once such a noble and dazzling presence, but ever since marrying Wen Huan, he has been constantly criticized, and now he’s even gone bankrupt and fallen to such a state!”
Zuo Rouya gently comforted her: “Xiao Yi, don’t say that. Mr. Pei married the wrong person, but as long as he realizes his mistake in time, everything can still get better. To be honest, I don’t want Mr. Pei’s talents to go to waste. I’ve always wanted to help him…”
“Sister Rouya, are you saying you want to marry my uncle?” Pei Yi was taken aback, sensing something more.
Zuo Rouya quickly blushed and waved her hands: “No, no, Mr. Pei is married now. If I wanted to marry him, wouldn’t that make me the other woman?”
Having been reborn, Zuo Rouya had painstakingly prepared for redemption—not to become some hidden, insignificant figure.
What she wanted was that unique position by Pei Jingyi’s side.
Pei Yi thought the same. She quickly grasped Zuo Rouya’s hand: “Sister Rouya, you have an outstanding status and noble character, of course you can’t be a mistress! You must become my little uncle’s wife openly and honorably!”
Moreover, if Zuo Rouya could be Pei Jingyi’s wife, her little aunt, then their Pei family wouldn’t have to lower its overall standard because of a nanny’s daughter.
More importantly, Pei Yi held little real power in the Pei family and couldn’t help her little uncle make a comeback. But as the daughter of the Zuo family, one of the four major families in the capital, Zuo Rouya could completely become Pei Jingyi’s support, helping her little uncle return to his peak.
Thus, Pei Yi’s eyes lit up, and she made a decision: “Sister Rouya, Wen Huan is utterly useless and shouldn’t continue to drag down my little uncle. I’ll help you drive this annoying woman away!”
Zuo Rouya was satisfied yet troubled: “But what about Chenchen? After all, Miss Wen is his biological mother. I had some misunderstandings with this child outside the kindergarten the other day, and I’m worried he might not like me.”
“Oh, it’s fine! Sister Rouya, I’ll help you with Chenchen too!”
“Xiao Yi, thank you. Mr. Pei is truly blessed to have a niece like you, and Chenchen is lucky to have a cousin like you.”
…
“Ah, achoo!”
Meanwhile, Wen Huan didn’t know someone was discussing her behind her back, but on her way home, she sneezed several times.
So that night, Wen Huan used the excuse that she was probably catching a cold, and might even develop a fever later, to boldly request a night off without working overtime in disguise.
And since Pei Jingyi had indeed been demanding in the past few days, tonight, with the lights off, he rarely held Wen Huan without doing anything until dawn.
But having slept comfortably, Wen Huan also began to act unrestrained.
All night, she clung to Pei Jingyi like an octopus, loving his scent. Her little face kept burrowing into his chest, her sweet and soft breath constantly brushing against Pei Jingyi’s chest, making his already restless heart feel even more inflamed.
He called her a temptress, and he wasn’t wrong.
From now on, it seemed he couldn’t let Wen Huan be so comfortable.
Pei Jingyi rubbed his throbbing temples, thinking to himself, but his sexy Adam’s apple bobbed lightly. Seeing that it was about time on the wall clock, he still gently got up.
“Mmm…” Wen Huan felt the familiar scent moving away, and even in her sleep, she whimpered uncomfortably.
Hearing this, Pei Jingyi skillfully unbuttoned his clothes, kissed Wen Huan, and tucked his pajamas into her arms. Only then did she quiet down again.
“Am I your comfort object?”
He asked softly, his tone indifferent but his eyes filled with lingering tenderness. After watching Wen Huan for a while, he finally left the room to wash up and go to work.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a small figure walked right in. Knowing her mom was sleeping at this time, Pei Chen moved quietly, simply standing by Wen Huan’s bed and watching her quietly.
Seeing this, Pei Jingyi raised an eyebrow and said to his son, “Aren’t you going to kindergarten today?”
Pei Chen didn’t look up: “Kindergarten is closed today. I’ll wait for Mom to wake up and spend the whole day with her.”
Pei Jingyi didn’t respond, but thirty-five minutes later, Duan Yuanzhou saw Pei Jingyi carrying Pei Chen into the company. The three-year-old child’s face was filled with obvious unhappiness.
Duan Yuanzhou happily stepped forward and gave Pei Chen a breakfast bun: “Brother Pei, why did Chenchen come today?”
Pei Jingyi naturally replied, “Wen Huan is sleeping. The child is too noisy at home, disturbing her rest.”
Duan Yuanzhou was speechless for a moment. Without thinking too deeply, he knew the situation couldn’t possibly be like that. However, speaking of this, he was also curious: “Brother Pei, did you bring Wen Huan back last night? How did it go? Did she beg for mercy nonstop?”
Pei Jingyi didn’t even lift his eyes. “No, I was the one who apologized.”
Duan Yuanzhou was stunned.
Because even if Brother Pei were the most foolish ruler, he couldn’t possibly spoil Wen Huan so unconditionally, without any sense of right or wrong.
Indignantly, Duan Yuanzhou protested, “Brother Pei, Wen Huan has impure intentions toward you. I don’t believe you can’t see it!”
Pei Jingyi raised his head, only then fixing his deep, dark eyes on Duan Yuanzhou. “What’s in Wen Huan’s heart is not for you to tell me.”
Duan Yuanzhou said, “Brother Pei, I—”
Pei Jingyi cut him off directly, standing up and enunciating each word with immense weight: “Wen Huan is my wife and your sister-in-law. As long as she is still by my side, that is enough. This is the first time, and it will be the last. From now on, I don’t want to hear you prejudge or maliciously attack her again.”
Otherwise, even if it were Duan Yuanzhou, Pei Jingyi would not let Wen Huan suffer any grievances.
Seeing this, Duan Yuanzhou felt extremely stifled, but he truly didn’t dare to say anything more in front of Pei Jingyi.
Coincidentally, Pei Chen was eating a steamed bun nearby. Duan Yuanzhou tried to recruit an ally: “Xiao Chen, you should be a bit more clear-headed than your dad, right?”
Pei Chen put down the steamed bun and replied expressionlessly, “Uncle Duan, my mom is very good. I’m not sure if she has Dad in her heart, but she definitely has me in hers.”
Duan Yuanzhou: “…”
Great, father and son are exactly the same—neither of them is clear-headed!