CEO's Ugly Flash-Marriage Wife Hides So Many Identities
Chapter 303: Meeting Your Match

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Meeting Your Match

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Upon hearing the man’s phone arrangements, Qiao Rui felt a tremor in her heart. Was Pei Liyan planning to take action against Liu Garden?

No, that can’t be right.

If he were really planning something, there was no need to disclose such information in front of her.

What did it mean to reveal information so carelessly and unguardedly?

A setup, bait, a "trap to invite the guest into the urn"?

Qiao Rui silently watched Pei Liyan making his call.

He finished quickly and then turned to glance at Qiao Rui.

Their gazes intersected midair. Her expression was calm, utterly devoid of panic.

Pei Liyan simply looked at her lightly and smiled faintly. "Hungry? Let’s eat something."

Qiao Rui was taken aback, sensing something strange about him.

She nodded. "A bit hungry, yes. Are you hungry?"

"I wasn’t at first, but now I suddenly am. I want to eat my fill and have a good time." He spoke with a double meaning.

Qiao Rui felt her heart tighten again, worried that Qi Yun might be caught by him. She wanted to discreetly send Qi Yun a warning.

She smiled and said, "I’ll go wash my hands and be right back."

Pei Liyan nodded. "Alright!"

As Qiao Rui turned away and started walking back with her phone in hand, Pei Liyan chuckled and said, "I need to wash my hands too. Let’s go together."

Qiao Rui paused for a moment and immediately understood—he was targeting her.

She turned her head to look at him and suddenly laughed. "I’ll use the restroom first."

"Sure, go ahead!" He replied naturally, without a hint of malice. "You won’t be delayed."

Qiao Rui was startled again, clearly sensing his deliberate intentions.

She glanced at Pei Liyan and said, "You’re going to watch me even when I use the restroom?"

Pei Liyan looked at her coolly and spoke earnestly. "Is there any part of you I haven’t seen before? What’s wrong—are you shy now?"

"Regardless, I’m still a woman, so of course I’m shy!" Qiao Rui sighed helplessly, feeling exasperated. "Am I not entitled to feel shy?"

"Of course you have the right to be shy. Go ahead and be shy. I’ll wash my hands. Let’s go!" He reached out, draping an arm over her shoulder, guiding her with him toward the restroom.

Qiao Rui thought to herself—this man was truly too sharp.

He must suspect something and already have his inclinations, which was why he was targeting her like this.

A stream of complaints surged within her heart; she wanted to curse him out.

Feeling the hand resting firmly on her shoulder, almost as if to confine her, Qiao Rui squinted and smiled slightly. "Wait, let me leave my phone here."

After saying this, she put her phone down by the door.

Pei Liyan glanced at it, smiling faintly. "Hmm, that’s a good habit. It’s best not to bring phones into the restroom; if it falls in the toilet, that’d be a disaster."

"That’s true, but leaving the phone behind and taking a man into the restroom—that’s not a great habit either," Qiao Rui replied fluently.

Pei Liyan smiled faintly, lowering his head to whisper lightly into her ear, "The man you’re taking is Pei Liyan. Don’t worry, he’s absolutely presentable."

Hearing this, Qiao Rui’s body froze suddenly. Her smile came to an abrupt halt, and the warmth of the man’s breath by her ear felt just a little too scalding.

Frustrated inside, she couldn’t believe this man could still speak in a flirtatious tone at such a moment—truly a seasoned expert.

"Ha!" They entered the restroom together. Qiao Rui said, "Sorry, but I really can’t go with someone watching me."

"I can turn my back to you," he offered.

Qiao Rui was utterly speechless. "Pei Liyan, what on earth are you doing? Can you just be direct and stop beating around the bush, please?"

Seeing her finally lose patience, Pei Liyan’s smile didn’t falter—it remained as mesmerizing as ever.

He said, "Nothing at all. I’ve just never seen a woman use the restroom before. Watching my own woman shouldn’t be excessive or illegal, don’t you think?"

Qiao Rui: "..."

How could he be so shameless?

"Pervert!" After struggling for a moment, Qiao Rui finally managed to muster those two words. "You’re downright disgusting."

Pei Liyan chuckled deeply, gazing at Qiao Rui with eyes that were gentle and affectionate. His tone shifted to one of indulgent tenderness: "Of course, if you think it’s only fair, you can watch me too."

Qiao Rui’s eyes widened. "What’s this ridiculous fetish of yours?"

Seeing Qiao Rui driven to the point of cursing, Pei Liyan was unfazed. Instead, he gently pulled her into his arms.

"I simply think you’re someone worthy of standing by my side and walking through life with me."

Qiao Rui stared, utterly baffled by his sudden remark.

Was this supposed to be a love confession?

It sounded heartfelt, but coupling it with such twisted humor ruined it completely.

"What exactly is it that you want to do?" Qiao Rui narrowed her eyes, her sharp gaze landing on his face as she scanned his expression, eager to find any clues.

Unfortunately, the chiseled face before her offered no irregularities—only deep affection that stirred her suspicions and unease further.

Frowning, she said irritably, "Not anymore. I’m over it. This is frustrating!"

With that, she pushed him aside and turned on the faucet to wash her hands.

Behind her, Pei Liyan watched, his eyes glinting with an astute light.

Qiao Rui glanced up and caught his gaze in the mirror, arching a subtle brow.

"Alright, consider me petty today. Can you drop the twisted jokes already? It’s seriously lacking class—it almost made my jaw drop, you know?" Qiao Rui said, addressing him through the mirror.

"I was under the impression that occasional suggestive humor between husbands and wives isn’t out of line," he said in a perfectly logical tone, as if his reasoning were beyond reproach.

Qiao Rui shivered involuntarily, goosebumps spreading across her skin. "I’m done washing; you wash by yourself."

With that, she stepped out, grabbed her phone at the door, and prepared to send a message.

Unexpectedly, a long arm suddenly reached out from behind, gripping the phone in her hands and taking it away.

Qiao Rui froze and turned to look at him.

"Turn it off," the man said.

She furrowed her brow and challenged him. "You turn yours off too?"

Pei Liyan nodded, his expression serious. "I’ll turn mine off as well. Let’s both shut them down. Tonight is a time just for us."

Qiao Rui suddenly felt herself losing control, her usual composure slipping away.

She wanted to curse him again—or rather, hit him.

She was now certain: he suspected her.

She furrowed her brows tightly, suddenly grabbing his collar and demanding coldly, "Pei Liyan, what are you trying to do?"

"I’m trying to enjoy an evening uninterrupted," the man replied evenly.

Qiao Rui paused, suddenly realizing how confident he was—always calm, always planning several moves ahead.

Meanwhile, she had nearly let herself be provoked.

Seeing the girl so unable to keep her cool, Pei Liyan’s smile grew even more brilliant.

After her momentary hesitation, Qiao Rui decided to play along, nodding. "Alright, let’s both turn our phones off."

Their respective factions would reveal soon enough who held the upper hand.

A new sense of excitement surged within her as the thrill of matching wits with a worthy opponent took hold.

She smiled. "Help me turn mine off then!"

Pei Liyan glanced at her phone and shut it off for her.

Under Qiao Rui’s watchful gaze, he also turned off his own phone.