CEO's Ugly Flash-Marriage Wife Hides So Many Identities
Chapter 291 You Little Swindler

Chapter 291: Chapter 291 You Little Swindler

Mr. Pei gazed into Qiao Rui’s distinctively clear black and white eyes, which were incredibly lively and gleamed with a cunning light.

His Adam’s apple moved, and he began in a husky voice, "If I’m not mistaken, is this move of yours an attempt to seduce me?"

She had been found out!

Indeed, Qiao Rui had done it on purpose.

Her goal was to trip him up and prevent him from going out to help Song Xun.

She wanted Song Xun to feel desperate, and the Song Family to share in the anxiety.

This time, she merely intended to indirectly teach the Song Family a lesson, startling them like a thunderous blow on their heads.

To let Song Huaisan, Mrs. Song, and Song Xun know that even a marriage alliance was futile.

If someone truly intended to target the Song Family, the Shen Family couldn’t protect them.

Yet, she had not told Song Muyu this, worried it would make her concerned for the Song Family.

Of course, she wouldn’t go too far, only planning to give the Song Family a lesson for now.

Mr. Pei was too perceptive; Qiao Rui worried that if she wasn’t careful, she might be exposed.

Thus, she had to be cautious, then even more cautious.

Blinking her eyes, Qiao Rui looked at the handsome Mr. Pei, "You really lack romance, openly pointing out someone’s courageous invitation to you – doesn’t she have any face left?"

Her spoiled appearance was too beautiful, pure yet brimming with allure, making her entire being seem enchanting.

Siren!

This word popped into Mr. Pei’s mind.

"If it’s simply about bewitching me, I can accept it and would be very delighted," he continued, "but if it comes with certain intentions, then I’m afraid..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, yet Qiao Rui picked up on the implication.

She smiled again and said, "For such a handsome man like you, several times more attractive than any nightclub prince, do you think I need to have any ulterior motives?"

Whether Qiao Rui meant her words or not, they certainly worked on Mr. Pei.

Without a doubt, his heart was pleased.

He glanced at his watch; there seemed to be enough time.

He could take care of some things and still leave afterward.

So, he reached out and took Qiao Rui’s chin in his hand, half-smiling, "In that case, it truly is my honor."

Qiao Rui curved her lips into a captivating smile and moved closer to him.

"So Mr. Pei, don’t doubt your charm."

Their faces were a hair’s breadth apart, eyes locked on each other.

Qiao Rui’s breath was fragrant as she exhaled, and in her eyes reflected the handsome features of the man.

Mr. Pei’s dark eyes stirred, his heart rippling with certain emotions.

His voice turned husky, "Do you really intend to make me lose my wits today?"

Qiao Rui blinked again and spoke ambiguously, "Do you want to?"

Mr. Pei arched an eyebrow. "This sudden passion of yours, I find it difficult not to be suspicious. Tell me, what do you truly want?"

"I want you," Qiao Rui’s eyes flickered, appearing somewhat guilty.

Mr. Pei was astute, not missing the evasion in her expression, but that declaration was powerful.

The next second, he scooped her up and headed straight for the bedroom.

As he put her down, he gazed down at Qiao Rui, his warm breath wafting over her, "Even if you wanted to refuse, you no longer have the chance!"

Qiao Rui’s heart skipped a beat. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she retorted stubbornly, "Why would I refuse when you’re so irresistible?"

"You’re such a little liar," Mr. Pei snorted lightly, feeling as if her face was masked, unreal.

Right now, he didn’t want to probe further; he only sought pleasure.

Lifting her chin, he bent down and kissed her.

The two entangled passionately, unable to tear away from each other for a long time.

Outside, the telephone started ringing.

Mr. Pei frowned slightly, wanting to answer the call.

Qiao Rui clutched at his neck and panted, "Don’t answer the phone. Can’t my allure surpass a phone call?"

Mr. Pei looked down at the woman beneath him, a flame of passion flitting across his eyes, and he smiled.

Yet, the persistent ring of the phone slowly cleared the heat in his eyes.

He said, "I’ll go answer the call first, after that, I can’t concentrate on certain things."

Qiao Rui pouted in protest.

Seldom did one see a girl with such a coquettish demeanor; Mr. Pei smiled gently, caressing the top of Qiao Rui’s head.

"Can’t wait?" he asked.

Qiao Rui’s cheeks reddened, "Even if I can’t wait, you won’t indulge me first. After all, I’m not an important person in your life, just dispensable."

"Silly girl!" Mr. Pei sighed softly and kissed the corner of Qiao Rui’s lips, "I’ll be back soon."

The phone didn’t just ring once or twice, but three times continuously, still ringing.

It must be an emergency.

Mr. Pei got up, leaving her to go outside.

Watching him leave unclothed, Qiao Rui’s gaze fell on his impressive physique. Though her passion had been kindled, it faded because of the phone call.

Outside, Mr. Pei answered the phone, "Brother Song?"

"I’m sorry, Mr. Pei, I may have disturbed you," Song Xun’s anxious voice came through urgently.

"It’s okay, not a disturbance," Mr. Pei replied. "The important matter first."

Only then did Song Xun speak, "Five of the Song Family’s projects have been snatched away."

"So many?" Mr. Pei was taken aback, "From different companies?"

"Yes," the voice of Song Xun solemn, "Different companies, from different regions, but acting against the Song Family’s major projects at the same time—too synchronized, making it look less like a coincidence and more like a deliberate move."

Mr. Pei also paused, then made a direct conclusion, "This is premeditated, there must be a large conglomerate orchestrating it."

"There’s no trace of the mastermind yet," Song Xun had returned to the company and was at a loss after the update.

"The Shen Family knows about it, right?" Mr. Pei inquired.

"Just found out," replied Song Xun. "My dad and Shuyi’s dad are figuring it out; they believe this is a provocation towards both the Shen and Song families."

"That’s what I think too," Mr. Pei spoke firmly. "They’re trying to put you in your place."

Such schemes required a motive.

But what was the motive?

Having a motive wasn’t enough; capability was also necessary.

Both were essential.

Song Xun suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly, "A marriage alliance may not be the best way to solidify one’s status after all. My face really hurts."

Mr. Pei knew he was upset and empathized, offering comfort, "Brother Song, look on the bright side."

After a moment, Song Xun laughed self-deprecatingly again, "Mr. Pei, I regret it."

Mr. Pei gripped the phone, pausing.

Regret it?

Song Xun must be in extreme pain to express such thoughts, right?

"If it’s untenable, don’t pursue it," Mr. Pei spoke. "It’s not too late."

"Ha!" Song Xun uttered a bitter laugh, "It’s too late."

Listening to him murmur so painfully, Mr. Pei was silent too; one misstep turned into everlasting regret, but turning back is a hundred years too late.