Extreme Pampering
Chapter 117: Lines Mistake.

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Lines Mistake.

Pei Yu was really rattled by Meng Qiming tonight. Meng Qiming’s words made him think of a scenario he had dreamed of a long time ago, suddenly reminding him of the possibility that "Shen Zhiyi might marry someone else."

The moment he thought of that, even his great patience evaporated.

Shen Zhiyi stared at him blankly, with her lips quivering slightly, but no sound came out.

When she first heard Meng Qiming’s hypothetical proposal, it struck her as absurd. Marriage was something far off in her mind, especially to someone like Meng Qiming, who wasn’t even in her future plans at all.

But when the proposed suitor turned out to be Pei Yu, her mind went blank. She couldn’t think of anything for a good ten seconds or more. A normally imaginative actress couldn’t conjure up a single scene related to "proposals" at that moment—it was as if she was learning the term for the first time.

Her prolonged silence left Pei Yu uncertain whether she was shocked by his proposal or if this was already a tactful response. Either way, it proved that this moment was definitely not the right time; he had been too hasty.

Pei Yu stood up to end the topic as if he had said nothing, "I’ll take you back to the set."

It wasn’t until they reached the ground floor and saw Xiaodong waiting outside that Shen Zhiyi snapped out of her daze and suddenly became lucid.

"You don’t need to take me."

Pei Yu stopped in his tracks, not pressing her further, "Alright."

Xiaodong got into the driver’s seat, and as Shen Zhiyi opened the car door without getting in right away, she inexplicably looked back.

She shut the door again, retreated to the curb, "Pei Yu."

Pei Yu lowered his eyes to look at her, lightly "Hmm?" in response, realizing she had something to say. Was she going to answer his earlier question?

He already regretted asking.

Not wanting to hear it, he tried to change the subject, "Aren’t you going back? Traffic might delay the shoot if you don’t hurry."

"It won’t be delayed by a couple of words," Shen Zhiyi noticed his evasion, not understanding why. Without dwelling on it, she just said what she had thought all the way there, "You said Meng Qiming wants to propose to me, are you sure?"

That really startled her. If that were true, she didn’t know how she would face Meng Qiming. Should she find an opportunity to have a proper talk with him? She really had no feelings for him.

"He didn’t say explicitly,"

She asked about Meng Qiming, but Pei Yu didn’t feel any relief; instead, he felt even more frustrated, his already clouded expression turning a few shades colder.

"But that was almost what he meant."

Shen Zhiyi sighed silently. Alright, she really needed to find an opportunity to talk properly with Meng Qiming. She had no idea what led him to think about marriage.

"I understand," Shen Zhiyi reopened the car door.

Pei Yu watched her get into the car and drive away, feeling extremely heavy in his chest. He faced the cold wind until his head ached before letting Secretary Qin bring the car around.

Just as he got into the car, the attentive Secretary Qin noticed something was amiss, "Chairman Pei, your hand?"

Wasn’t he going to meet Miss Shen? How did he injure his hand like this?

In the short time, the back of Pei Yu’s hand had swelled up slightly, with a nearly broken skin wound near the base of his thumb, scratched by the edge of a table.

Reminded by Secretary Qin, Pei Yu only then realized his hand was hurt, glanced at it with little concern, and let it hang down without any intention of treating it.

Secretary Qin felt the pain just looking at it, but seeing Pei Yu’s complete disinterest, he silently shifted his gaze away.

Well, it’s none of his business what the boss does, and it’s not him who’s in pain anyway.

The car headed towards Huating, and when Pei Yu walked into the main house, the butler was already prepared, greeting him along with the private doctor. Without waiting for Pei Yu to speak, the butler took the initiative, "Sir, Miss Shen said you injured your hand."

Stopping in his tracks, Pei Yu looked at him, "She told you that?"

"Yes," the butler gestured to the private doctor with his eyes, "Miss Shen said it would be best to tend to your hand, she’s quite concerned about the severity."

Shen Zhiyi didn’t go into details, and the butler couldn’t guess how Pei Yu had hurt his hand. Now seeing the injury, he felt her words were obviously exaggerated. It was just a bit swollen, bruised, and scraped, hardly serious, let alone fractured.

Of course, the butler didn’t let on any of these thoughts.

The private doctor treated the injury systematically while Pei Yu allowed him to work. Wanting to message Shen Zhiyi, he typed a few letters but kept making mistakes, realizing it was his right hand that was injured, and quite inconvenient at that.

A moment later, after the medicine was applied and the bandage was wrapped, the butler saw the doctor out. Pei Yu took a photo and sent it to Shen Zhiyi to tell her the injury had been dealt with.

Upon receiving the photo, Shen Zhiyi checked it immediately and felt somewhat relieved. Upon arriving at the prepared studio, it suddenly struck her that the background of the photo was Huating’s living room, which surely meant he didn’t go to the hospital but had instead taken the injury straight to Huating.

Really now.

...

"Cut!"

Director Meng was rather surprised, "Zhiyi, how did you mix up your lines?"

The aspect of Shen Zhiyi that Director Meng found most reliable was her memory for lines; she seldom misspoke or forgot them. Sometimes she could even remind her fellow actors of their parts. The lines for this scene weren’t particularly long or tongue-twisting, so her mistake caught him off guard.

Shen Zhiyi was just as surprised, as she hadn’t realized her error. But a second before, she had indeed been distracted when the actor opposite her, playing a character with the surname Pei.

She looked bewildered, "Which part did I get wrong?"

"Here," Director Meng took the script and pointed to a large block of dialogue in the corner, "you said ’marriage’ instead of ’assassinate’."

The two words were nothing alike, and when she’d said it, even her fellow actor didn’t catch on immediately, realizing it only halfway through their reply.

Director Meng chuckled without any irritation, "How did you end up saying that? What a laugh, we should include it in the bloopers, haha—"

He was joking and laughing until he looked up to see Shen Zhiyi blushing, mistaking her embarrassment as being thin-skinned and unable to take the joke, so he didn’t continue and handed her the script, "It’s just a minor slip-up, no big deal. Revisit your lines, and take the chance to touch up your makeup."

Shen Zhiyi sat down, holding the script over her face, her cheeks burning hot for a long time.

Of course, she wasn’t embarrassed about the mistake with her lines; it was just that the slip-up invited some far-reaching imaginings.

Again, she thought of the question from the afternoon that she’d been trying very hard to ignore.

—"What if I proposed to you?"

What if... what if... This hypothesis made Shen Zhiyi’s heart race. She touched her chest, considering for the first time something so far off.

Marriage, huh? Marriage...

She realized that if Pei Yu insisted on an answer from her, she would have the same response.

Only the meaning of the two responses couldn’t be more different.