Pei Yanzhi listened to the tearful voice, and the hand gripping her shoulder nearly lost control of its force.
His brows were tightly furrowed as he lowered his eyes to look at the woman currently rubbing against his neck. Her crimson lips glistened faintly as she slowly kissed his Adam’s apple.
The sensation of being teased made his chest heat up for some reason.
The man’s thin lips pressed into a straight line, his gaze darkening to the extreme.
Just as Su Yi was about to kiss his lips, Pei Yanzhi suddenly grabbed her hands, stopping her movement.
But Su Yi suddenly used force and bit directly onto his collarbone.
“Su Yi!”
After biting him, she lifted her dazed eyes and stared at him blankly.
Tears clung to her eyelashes, the corners of her eyes filled with pitiful vulnerability.
The man lowered his gaze, half-lowering his eyes. His breathing faltered for a few beats. He hadn’t expected that just a casual tease from Su Yi would make his whole body heat up, completely out of control.
His body… seemed to be very familiar with her.
From the very first meeting, just hearing her voice made him want to keep her.
But clearly, he had never seen this face before.
Su Yi stood there, so close that he could clearly smell the cold scent on his body. A strong desire rose in her heart.
“Why won’t you let me kiss you? Do you not like it?”
“Let go.”
“Pei Yanzhi, do you want to sleep with me?”
Pei Yanzhi’s expression turned colder, like frost. He didn’t understand why he was arguing with a drunk woman.
People of all kinds passed through the nightclub. At that moment, many eyes looked at Su Yi like prey, scanning her body up and down. From time to time, there were even whistles.
No need to think—if she were left here, she would suffer consequences.
“Where is your husband?”
“Aren’t you him?” She staggered forward. “Sleep with me, okay?”
A drunk man happened to pass by them. Hearing Su Yi’s voice, he smiled and walked toward her.
“Beauty, if he won’t sleep with you, I will. Come here, come into my arms. Touch me, I’ve got abs too, I’m no worse than him—!”
She looked at him dazedly. “Who are you?”
“Of course your husband…”
The man rushed forward, but the next second, Pei Yanzhi grabbed his wrist.
“You don’t want her, so why can’t I have her? Damn… go easy!”
The man was kicked hard and fell back.
Then he turned around and lifted the drunken Su Yi into his arms.
Suddenly lifted off the ground, Su Yi felt dizzy and off balance. “What are you doing?”
The man gritted his teeth. “Try moving again!”
“Pei Yanzhi, I feel bad…” She grabbed his shirt and buried her face in his chest.
Qin Songyin waited in the private room for a long time but did not see Pei Yanzhi return. She thought he had already left.
But when she came out, she saw him holding a woman.
The woman’s soft black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, swaying gently with his steps.
Her face was buried in his chest and could not be seen clearly, but the exposed skin under the dim light of the club was strikingly pale—especially her slender legs.
Qin Songyin unconsciously tightened her grip on her bag strap. She wanted to chase after them, but the elevator doors had already closed.
So tonight, Pei Yanzhi hadn’t come for her at all—but for the woman in his arms?
Who was she?
As the elevator rose, Su Yi still didn’t behave in his arms.
“Look at me clearly! Who am I?”
“You are… Pei Yanzhi.”
The final syllable disappeared against his chest.
Pei Yanzhi turned his face away, anger surging in his chest. He kicked open the door and threw Su Yi onto the bed.
“Are you sober now?”
Su Yi was forced to open her eyes, but she hadn’t drunk at all; her mind was still unclear, only feeling discomfort in her body.
“Pei Yanzhi, I want water…”
“…”
He let out a cold laugh but still reached for the glass on the bedside table.
When the cold water was brought to her lips, Su Yi suddenly bit down on his wet finger.
Light spilled through her eyelashes, casting fine shadows on her cheeks. Her eyes were red, and her face gradually overlapped with another woman’s—Jiang Zhi.
Pei Yanzhi abruptly pulled his hand back. The glass hit the nightstand with a sharp crack, mixed with his restrained voice: “…Su Yi.”
“You’re being mean to me.”
She turned her head and murmured.
His emotions churned violently. A brutal, unfamiliar feeling collided in his chest, and he didn’t even hear her unconscious complaint.
He almost roughly took out his phone, the cold screen lighting his tense jawline, and directly called Chen Chi.
The call was answered almost instantly.
“Check Su Yi’s husband’s number and send it to me.” His voice was icy, gaze fixed on the woman on the bed.
Su Yi suddenly moved uneasily, as if sinking deeper into a nightmare. She rolled off the bed without warning and fell heavily onto the carpet.
A dull thud.
She curled up, unconsciously hugging herself. Cold sweat formed on her forehead. Even in unconsciousness, her brows were tightly furrowed as she let out faint whimpers.
“It hurts… Pei Yanzhi, it hurts…”
Chen Chi was slightly surprised. Wasn’t Pei Yanzhi supposed to be with Qin Songyin tonight? How was he involved with Su Yi?
“Assistant Su is with you?”
The response he got was Su Yi’s voice.
“Pei Yanzhi, do you want to sleep with me? I’m not afraid of pain.”
Chen Chi coughed, as if he had discovered something shocking.
“Ah Yan… Assistant Su has a husband,” he reminded.
“…”
Then Chen Chi heard no more sound. When he checked again, the call had been hung up.
During onboarding, emergency contacts had been recorded. Chen Chi pulled up Su Yi’s file and quickly sent the number over.
Then he added a message:
“Ahem, there are plenty of women out there. Assistant Su loves her husband very much. Don’t be a homewrecker! You must stay clear-headed. One wrong step and it’ll ruin everything—don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll definitely regret it later.”
Pei Yanzhi ignored the long message and only focused on the number.
It was an overseas number.
He dialed it. After only a few seconds, the call was answered.
“Hello?”
Hearing the man’s voice on the other end, he said in a low tone:
“Are you her husband?”