CEO's Ugly Flash-Marriage Wife Hides So Many Identities
Chapter 323: Women’s Chattering

Chapter 323: Chapter 323: Women’s Chattering

Pei Liyan smiled faintly, a glint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Indeed, after a woman casts away love, her mind becomes sharper. Song Muyu’s thinking has quickened now.

He gave Song Muyu a half-smile, and instead of directly admitting it, he retorted, "Miss Song, why say that?"

Song Muyu felt that Pei Liyan deliberately sent Fang Mo to apologize with an ulterior motive.

In fact, he was the instigator of the whole affair, and it would have been enough for him to apologize personally.

Fang Mo was merely a subordinate carrying out orders, unable to bear any real responsibility.

So, Pei Liyan’s purpose this time was to intentionally let Song Muyu see Fang Mo being beaten.

And the one who hit Fang Mo was Song Xun.

He was making wedding clothes for Song Xun.

Thinking this far, Song Muyu had to admire Pei Liyan’s cunning—this man was going to such lengths for his good friend Song Xun.

Truly, his intentions are painstaking.

Yet, a trace of coldness flickered in Song Muyu’s eyes as she said in a deep voice, "Mr. Pei, your intentions truly are painstaking."

Upon hearing Song Muyu’s words, Fang Mo quickly understood.

Being workplace elites, they naturally grasped the situation instantly.

Fang Mo realized the president had summoned him for Song Xun’s sake.

Qiao Rui snorted lightly, glaring fiercely at Pei Liyan, and silently mouthed the words "scumbag."

Pei Liyan, however, remained composed, showing no signs of anger.

He glanced at Qiao Rui indifferently, then turned his gaze to Song Muyu and said, "Miss Song, your actions are indeed swift, but everyone has their own unspeakable secrets, and Brother Song is no exception."

Song Muyu remained silent.

Pei Liyan added, "Compared to your pain, his might surpass it."

"I’m tired. Mr. Pei, you may leave." Song Muyu clearly did not want to discuss Song Xun any further.

Last night’s farewell was a final goodbye.

In fact, for Song Muyu, the miscarriage symbolized a final farewell.

She would never again harbor any illusions about Song Xun.

Pei Liyan had brought Fang Mo to show her that Song Xun was willing to rage for her.

Unfortunately, Song Muyu was tired of it all.

Thus, she gave the order for them to leave.

Qiao Rui admired her for this action, blinking as she said, "Miss Song, have a good rest. We won’t disturb you any longer."

She was the first to walk out.

Si Ran placed her things down and quickly exited as well.

Fang Mo followed suit and left.

Pei Liyan stood at the door, glanced at Song Muyu, and said, "With Song Xun’s current capabilities, he still can’t control the Song Family."

Song Muyu was taken aback, meeting his gaze. "What do you mean to say?"

"You know," Pei Liyan said in a deep voice.

Song Muyu felt a bit annoyed. Dealing with an intelligent man was truly exasperating.

"I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. You can leave now," Song Muyu said coldly, her voice exceptionally icy, tinged with a trace of agitation.

A spark flashed in Pei Liyan’s dark eyes. "Take care of yourself, Miss Song."

"Mr. Pei, right back at you," Song Muyu retorted unceremoniously.

Pei Liyan suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Indeed, right back at us both."

Song Muyu: "....."

As Pei Liyan was about to leave, he added, "Miss Song, you and my wife hit it off right away, didn’t you? You’ve known each other for many years now?"

Song Muyu was suddenly stunned, feeling a deep shock within.

What was he probing for?

She glanced at Pei Liyan and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Pei, your words puzzle me. Why not say what you mean outright?"

"Just as it sounds," Pei Liyan reiterated those two words. "You know."

Song Muyu fell silent, and all of a sudden, the surroundings grew coldly quiet.

She looked at Pei Liyan, only feeling that the man’s gaze was distant, his expression as calm as ice, so sharp that she dared not meet it directly.

Such was his demeanor, leaving Song Muyu momentarily breathless.

"My wife could disregard occasion and decorum to stand up to your mother for Miss Song’s sake—this friendship surpasses that of ordinary friends."

Song Muyu said nothing, her dark eyes staring at Pei Liyan, in stark contrast with her pale face.

Suddenly, she laughed.

Her laughter left Pei Liyan somewhat baffled.

"Mr. Pei, are you jealous?" Song Muyu countered, "Or do you fear that your wife and I hit it off so well that I’m going to tell her about you and Ruirui?"

Pei Liyan’s eyes tightened, letting out a light laugh, "Why don’t you discuss it with her?"

Song Muyu’s eyes tightened too, and she also let out a light laugh, "Mr. Pei, your thoughts are so twisted, I truly don’t understand what you mean. Never mind, I don’t want to know either. Goodbye, I won’t see you out."

She knew that continuing the conversation might lead her astray by this man’s rhetoric.

She couldn’t follow his pace.

Pei Liyan’s thin lips curved slightly, an ominous smile appearing on his face, adding an icy aura around him that made others’ hearts chill.

Song Muyu turned her face away.

Pei Liyan remarked, "Song Xun and Shen Shuyi won’t get married."

With those words left behind, he departed.

Emotions surged within Song Muyu, eventually brewing into a mocking smile.

Whatever happened with them is their business; she wouldn’t let it affect her anymore.

Outside the hospital room.

Qiao Rui coldly gazed at Pei Liyan, her eyes sharp as blades, glaring at him with a cold gleam in her eyes.

Pei Liyan raised an eyebrow slightly. "What are you looking at?"

Qiao Rui replied, "Looking at a sissy!"

Pei Liyan’s brow knitted tightly, his eyes storming, growling under his breath, "Qiao Rui!"

Qiao Rui snorted softly, "I should just call you Pei Sissy from now on!"

Pei Liyan was at a loss for words.

That damn woman, she actually dared to call him a woman.

Qiao Rui was not afraid of him at all; instead, she said coldly, "With your gossipy, meddlesome demeanor, you’re just a good-for-nothing sissy, and you don’t let people call you that. Don’t believe me? Ask Si Ran and Fang Mo."

The two were already stunned, not expecting the lady to refer to the president like that.

They both hesitated, fearing the wrath might fall on them, and spoke in unison, "I didn’t hear anything."

"I didn’t hear anything, either."

Pei Liyan’s eyes blazed several times, fires dancing within – practically flaring up.

Qiao Rui snorted lightly, "I’ve come to understand one thing—all this sissy talk evidently refers to your kind. It’s really an eye-opener."

Having said that, she swaggered forward.

Pei Liyan gritted his teeth in frustration behind her, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched her figure retreat.

Staring at her slim waist, he really wanted to break it.

Si Ran hurriedly followed, fearing to provoke the president.

Qiao Rui walked ahead, unknowingly humming a tune, her song lilting and rather professional.

Si Ran was taken aback, exclaiming, "Madam, you sing so well, even better than those talent show singers."

Qiao Rui was startled, and immediately looked at her, instinctively glancing back at Pei Liyan.

Fortunately, the man was far away and hadn’t heard.

Otherwise, this time he might really discover something.

She smiled and replied, "I can only hum a few lines, can’t really sing. But Si Ran, you’ve learned to flatter me, haven’t you!"

"Madam, no, I’m speaking the truth," Si Ran said.

"Truth, huh?" Qiao Rui’s eyes twinkled, teasingly, "Since it’s the truth, tell me honestly, don’t you also find your president to be quite sissy?"

Si Ran: "...."