CEO's Ugly Flash-Marriage Wife Hides So Many Identities
Chapter 102: Do Not Get Pregnant

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Do Not Get Pregnant

"Duck King?" Song Xun frowned, looking down at Song Muyu before suddenly biting into her.

"Ah!"

In an instant, a clash akin to heavenly thunder and earth fire seemed imminent.

Yet Song Muyu still pushed his face away, enunciating every word, "Even if it were the Duck King, even a fighter among them, I wouldn’t be at a loss."

Song Xun gritted his teeth, narrowing his eyes at the woman in his arms. Her clear eyes and white teeth sparkled with life, her gaze defiant and rebellious.

He just watched Song Muyu, in a tense deadlock, their eyes locked together, with neither willing to compromise.

Song Muyu knew that if she always gave in like this, the outcome would be truly tragic, utterly devoid of any self-respect.

If loving someone meant trampling on all her self-respect for an outcome still not guaranteed to be good, she’d rather not have it.

She loved him, but she wouldn’t love in a demeaning way, void of dignity.

A refreshing fragrance filled the air, emanating from her, which could drive a man to frenzy upon smelling it.

Thus, his grip tightened ever so slightly.

But Song Muyu felt the change and instantly tensed up.

The overwhelming sense of oppression spread throughout the room with the man’s every movement.

The hand clamped on her slender waist suddenly tightened, and the man leaned in, his deep, rich voice by her ear, "The Duck King and the social butterfly, brother and sister, tell me, aren’t we a perfect match?"

A sting pierced Song Muyu’s heart, a flash of humiliation in her eyes.

She scoffed coldly, "Say whatever you want, let’s end this, and don’t touch me again."

Song Xun’s gaze landed on her face, inching down from her forehead, bringing an intense pressure with it at every stop.

And that restrained emotion, the narrowed eyes, the held breath all signaled danger at this very moment.

"You started this, so even if you’re crying, you’ll have to endure it till the end!" Song Xun sneered, his words like a devil whispering in her ear.

Song Muyu was taken aback.

That day, she felt as if she’d been drugged, so uncomfortable she thought she would die. She called out for Song Xun pitifully, like a kitten, unaware that he was also in Xinyang. He arrived in less than twenty minutes.

She clung to Song Xun like an octopus, sparking up the flames of passion.

Indeed, she couldn’t deny that she was the one who initiated it.

But now, she was sober.

Yet he wouldn’t let her go.

"What do you really want?" Song Muyu countered.

"I want you to shut up." Song Xun said and lowered his head.

Then, he left Song Muyu with no chance to catch her breath.

The phone on the side rang continuously.

Song Xun was busy, naturally not giving Song Muyu any chance to answer the call.

He worked tirelessly, leaving Song Muyu no respite.

It wasn’t until much later that Song Muyu passed out.

Only then did Song Xun pick up the phone. Upon seeing the number, he slightly furrowed his brows and answered, "Mr. Pei?"

Pei Liyan called for Song Muyu but was met with Song Xun’s voice, which took him by surprise. He immediately understood.

He apologized, "Sorry for the interruption. It’s urgent and I need Ruirui’s contact information from your sister."

Hearing this, Song Xun showed little emotion and simply replied, "Hold on."

He tried to unlock Song Muyu’s phone, but it was fingerprint-protected.

Song Xun had no choice but to use Song Muyu’s finger to unlock it, accessed the interface, and looked up the first number, Ruirui.

He then relayed Ruirui’s phone number to Pei Liyan.

"Thank you." The man on the line expressed his gratitude before hanging up.

Song Xun set Song Muyu’s phone aside and then looked down at the girl asleep on the bed, his gaze unconsciously softening.

He quietly watched her for a while, bent down to pick her up, and headed toward the bathroom...

Pei Family.

Mr. Pei Liyan dialed the newly acquired phone number.

At that moment, Qiao Rui had just finished taking a shower and stepped out, her phone vibrating. She glanced at it and was instantly shocked by the number.

With her exceptional memory, if she hadn’t misremembered, this number should be Pei Liyan’s.

But how could he know about her private line only used for contacting Song Muyu and Jiang Jinfeng?

Where could the leak have occurred?

She stared at the incoming call, directly rejecting it.

Yet, the calls kept coming.

Qiao Rui knew that if she didn’t answer, the calls would persist.

So, she hid in the bathroom and picked up the phone, her voice slightly lowered, "Hello, who is this?"

"Ruirui?" Pei Liyan spoke in a deep voice.

Qiao Rui hesitated for a moment; it was indeed Pei Liyan’s voice.

She responded with an icy tone, "Mr. Pei?"

"It’s me."

"Get lost!" Qiao Rui cursed bluntly and then hung up the phone.

Pei Liyan was taken aback, insulted for the first time and straightforwardly at that.

He took a sharp breath, looking at the phone, not having said a word before the line went dead.

Hah!

He set the phone down and walked to the window, opened it, and lit a cigarette, taking slow drags.

Lowering himself to contact a woman, only to receive a command to ’get lost.’

Pei Liyan’s gaze grew colder as he took out his phone and sent a message to Ruirui: Don’t misunderstand, I’m trying to remind you not to get pregnant.

Qiao Rui saw the message on her phone and paused for a second.

Regarding this, she was naturally aware not to get pregnant.

Her number had been exposed; she would have to be extra careful in the future.

The next morning.

Qiao Rui got up, went downstairs, and prepared to eat breakfast.

Generally, at this time, she would see Pei Liyan sitting in the dining room eating breakfast, but today was different—no one was there.

Qiao Rui froze for a moment, looking around, she saw the man standing on the terrace.

His silhouette, backlit by the morning sun, was exceptionally tall and straight, with his white shirt emphasizing his perfect figure, the muscle lines on his back faintly visible as if they were carved from stone.

Qiao Rui stood on the staircase, her eyes cold as she gazed at the man’s back.

Don’t tell her, his lost and dejected appearance was because she had scolded him the previous evening.

Qiao Rui walked down the stairs, her lips curling into a smile, "Mr. Pei, good morning."

Hearing her voice, Pei Liyan turned around to see Qiao Rui.

She was still wearing those bothersome glasses, dressed in a cheap, market-stall outfit, her hair carelessly tied back in a ponytail, her lips upturned as if she were delighted.

He walked over, speaking indifferently, "Qiao Rui, you seem to be in a good mood today."

"Is it that obvious?" Qiao Rui raised an eyebrow.

"It seems your mood is really quite good. Did something pleasant happen?"

"I watched a video last night, saw an impressive man getting rebuffed by a girl, and found it so amusing."

Pei Liyan furrowed his brow, a glint flashing in his eyes, "Really?"

Qiao Rui nodded. "Yes."

Pei Liyan’s eyes grew darker, and he let out a cold laugh, "I’d also like to see this video. Why don’t you send it to me?"

Qiao Rui was taken aback momentarily, then said, "I just stumbled upon it last night, and I’m afraid it won’t be easy to find now."

Pei Liyan’s lips pursed, looking down at her from his height, "Phones always leave traces; it shouldn’t be difficult to find if you look for it."