After arriving at the company, Pei Jingyi learned about the online attacks Wen Huan was facing.
Duan Yuanzhou rarely saw Pei Jingyi exuding such a murderous aura. At this moment, his expression was also grave: “Brother Pei… what do you plan to do about this situation?”
Pei Jingyi raised his dark eyes directly: “First, suppress the voices slandering Wen Huan. Then, identify the key individuals spreading rumors and uncover the mastermind behind it.”
Because Pei Jingyi could tell at a glance that such a large-scale online harassment couldn’t possibly be just a simple, leaderless farce.
But Duan Yuanzhou was somewhat worried: “The online environment is chaotic and messy. We’re currently in a ‘bankrupt’ state, so finding the culprit in a short time won’t be easy. There’s even a risk of exposing our plan…”
Pei Jingyi cut him off without hesitation: “None of these things are more important than Wen Huan.”
Duan Yuanzhou fell silent.
If it were before, he would have advised Pei Jingyi to calm down, especially since Pei Jingyi himself had previously emphasized not to reveal any flaws. But now, seeing the online abuse, he felt extremely uncomfortable: “Alright, I’ll have someone investigate immediately and find the real culprit as soon as possible! However, simply suppressing these rumors might not be very effective.”
Pei Jingyi frowned and asked: “Then what do you think we should do?”
Duan Yuanzhou thought carefully: “It would be best if you, Brother Pei, could create an account online and say a few words in support of Wen Huan. You don’t need to say much—just make it clear that you two aren’t divorced, Wen Huan isn’t fishing for men online, and she isn’t some ‘husband-killer.'”
Sitting at his desk, Pei Jingyi narrowed his eyes slightly. After tapping the desk with his long fingers, he finally spoke: “I understand.”
Duan Yuanzhou felt relieved, knowing that Pei Jingyi always had a sense of proportion.
But the next moment, Pei Jingyi suddenly stood up and strode out of the office.
Duan Yuanzhou was dumbfounded: “Brother Pei, where are you going?”
Without looking back, Pei Jingyi replied in a low voice: “Going home.”
…
Meanwhile, in the rental apartment, Yu Mixue had already left, deeply shocked, while Wen Huan was eating.
After turning off her phone, Wen Huan had acted as if she had accepted everything, but in reality, she was at a loss.
When people are unhappy, they often crave sweets. Unfortunately, she was a bit short on money now. She hesitated several times over the “cake assassin” before finally going downstairs to a snack shop to buy a bag of sunflower seeds to crack at home.
Just as Wen Huan was cracking the seeds with gusto, the door opened, and Pei Jingyi’s tall figure appeared before her, seemingly carrying something in his hand.
She instinctively wanted to ask, “Why are you back during work hours?” But remembering the pain from last night, Wen Huan gritted her teeth and continued cracking the seeds with a “crack-crack” sound, pretending not to see Pei Jingyi.
She wouldn’t smile at him, cling to him, or sweetly call him “husband.”
But unexpectedly, the next moment, Pei Jingyi strode forward and embraced her, his large hand stroking her head.
“I know about what happened online. You’ve been wronged.”
Wen Huan had already convinced herself to think positively, but with Pei Jingyi’s words, she instantly broke down. The calm and optimistic attitude she had maintained even in front of Yu Mixue now dissolved into overwhelming grievance and sobs in Pei Jingyi’s arms: “Wah… so many people are scolding me… Last night, I finally got some praise, but today everyone is cursing me again.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” Pei Jingyi’s heart ached, his eyes swelling as he lifted Wen Huan onto his lap. Gently wiping her tears, he said, “I’ve looked into this matter. It was Pei Yi spreading rumors and causing trouble. I’ll handle her and make her pay for this mischief.”
Pei Jingyi now deeply regretted his actions.
If only he had known earlier that Wen Huan had sought out Duan Yuanzhou last night just because her video went viral and she wanted to show off the praise she received, he wouldn’t have let jealousy cloud his judgment and mistreated her in bed like that.
At this moment, his heart felt as if it were being repeatedly sliced by a knife. Wen Huan’s tears were too many to wipe away, so he lowered his head to kiss her eyes, her cheeks, and the corners of her lips, taking every tear and every trace of bitterness into his mouth, his voice trembling slightly.
“Baby, please stop crying, okay?”
Wen Huan really wanted to say no, to keep crying and make Pei Jingyi feel thoroughly guilty, making him deeply aware of his mistake.
But at the mention of Pei Yi, Wen Huan blinked and snapped back to reality.
After awakening, Wen Huan knew that Pei Yi was the best ally of the female lead, Zuo Rouya.
This proud little princess, who often clashed with Wen Huan in the Pei family, was completely obedient to Zuo Rouya, following her every command.
So now, when Pei Jingyi said that Pei Yi had organized the online harassment against her, Wen Huan couldn’t help but wonder if Zuo Rouya had a hand in it too.
If that were the case, Wen Huan felt a chill run down her spine and didn’t dare to make a fuss anymore.
Unaware of Wen Huan’s thoughts, Pei Jingyi felt the slight trembling in his arms and held her even tighter. He also took out the small bag he had brought into the room. “Baby, I bought the little cake you like. Let me feed you now, okay?”
Wen Huan didn’t dare to let the female lead’s man feed her cake, so she quickly shook her head and pulled away from Pei Jingyi’s embrace. “It’s just a small cake. I can eat it myself. There’s no need to trouble you…”
“Besides, Pei Jingyi, I suddenly think we should just let the online matter go.”
“I won’t cry or make a fuss anymore. I’ll be more sensible from now on, as long as you don’t get angry with me or hold grudges against me, okay?”
If Zuo Rouya was truly involved in the online harassment, it must be because the female lead was upset that Wen Huan was clinging to Pei Jingyi.
To save her own life, Wen Huan couldn’t divorce him for now.
But at the very least, she needed to be sensible and avoid provoking the relationship between Zuo Rouya and Pei Jingyi, lest they come back to take revenge on her once they got together in the future!
So Wen Huan wiped away her tears and forced a bitter smile. “I think… some of the things said online aren’t entirely wrong. For example, if I leave you someday, you really will have a bright future.”
Pei Jingyi responded bluntly, “I won’t let you leave me.”
He had vowed when he married her that they would never part in this lifetime.
Wen Huan didn’t take his words too seriously, thinking he only said that because he hadn’t met Zuo Rouya yet.
“Hahaha, let’s eat the cake, eat the cake,” Wen Huan said, changing the subject as she opened the cake box Pei Jingyi had brought back.
She didn’t know where Pei Jingyi had bought it, but although the cake looked plain on the outside, its taste was absolutely exquisite.
For a moment, it even reminded Wen Huan of the French MOF pastry chef Pei Jingyi had specially hired for her back when they were in the Pei family.
Thus, Wen Huan, who had initially been forcing herself to remain calm, truly settled down under the soothing comfort of the delicious, rich cream.
She licked the corner of her lips, where a bit of white cream had gathered unnoticed, clinging to her lips like a soft, fluffy little mustache.
Pei Jingyi watched Wen Huan like this, his gaze deepening, his throat beginning to itch slightly.
More and more facets of Wen Huan were unfolding before his eyes.
She wasn’t just singularly beautiful; she was also adorable, lively, charmingly naive, and playful… It seemed as if every beautiful adjective in the world could be used to describe her.
Pei Jingyi had never known what the feeling of liking someone was.
But with Wen Huan like this, even if he didn’t like her, he felt he wanted to live a good life with her.
So, Pei Jingyi used his thumb to wipe away Wen Huan’s little mustache, then brought it to his own lips and tasted it, savoring the lingering sweetness. “Baby, are you still filming videos today?”
“No, I’m not.”
Wen Huan sighed quietly. “I won’t give up being a beauty blogger, but for these two days, I’ll just lay low for a while.”
Because whether it was Pei Yi or Zuo Rouya, there was no benefit for her, a supporting female character, to confront them.
Hearing this, Pei Jingyi didn’t object but asked instead, “Then, can I film a video?”