Extreme Pampering
Chapter 122 You did a great job.

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 You did a great job.

Pei Yu’s brows were tightly furrowed as he half-crouched beside Shen Zhiyi, wanting to reach out to help her but seeming to think of something, his movements hesitated, "Where did you hurt yourself?"

Before his hand even touched her, she reached out to grasp it firmly, looking intently at him, "Weren’t you pretending not to know me?"

Well done, indeed.

Pei Yu lowered his gaze and saw the faint bruise on her wrist. His action paused, and he allowed her to hold his hand, "No... Where did you get hurt? Let me take a look."

He clearly did not want to talk, and this was not a suitable place either. Shen Zhiyi released his hand and turned her face away indifferently, "No need."

She saw Qin Fang, who, unable to grasp the situation, was approaching. She tilted her face up slightly and politely said, "Mr. Qin, could you give me a hand?"

Qin Fang stopped suddenly, doubting he had heard correctly, "Wha—What?"

With Pei Yu here, when was it his turn?

He hesitated, taking another step forward, "Brother Pei?"

What was going on?

The atmosphere tensed for a moment. People looked over, not knowing what had happened. Seeing Qin Fang not moving, Shen Zhiyi braced herself to stand up on her own. As soon as she moved, Pei Yu quickly reached out a hand, which Shen Zhiyi shook off.

The hand that was shaken off slowly clenched into a fist. Pei Yu sighed silently, realizing he had truly annoyed her. He spoke softly, "Let’s take a look at your injury first, then we can talk, okay?"

"Mr. Pei," a woman’s voice interjected. It was the lady who had just been introduced to Pei Yu. She came out of the private room and stopped a few steps away, seeing the scene before her.

From her angle, she could only see the side of Shen Zhiyi’s face, but it was undoubtedly that of a beautiful woman. However, what surprised her was Pei Yu’s stance at the moment—always proud and aloof, now bending his knees and waist, softly speaking something. Even without hearing the content, she could tell something from his softened facial lines.

She spoke subconsciously and regretted it as soon as she had spoken because she did not know what to say.

Pei Yu did not look at her. Instead, Shen Zhiyi followed the voice and looked over, but before she could see her face clearly, her view was blocked by Qin Fang moving closer.

Her gaze returned to Pei Yu.

The man had been cold and expressionless when he saw her just now, as if her existence could not even enter his eyes. Now he was being submissive, as if she was troubling him. It was so infuriating.

She pursed her lips, not wanting to deal with him or to be the center of a spectacle here any longer. She moved her ankle; it was only slightly painful, not enough to affect walking, so she stood up on her own.

Almost the moment she stood up, Pei Yu wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace, while his other hand hooked under her knee, lifting her up.

Shen Zhiyi was startled and spoke in a hushed voice, "Pei Yu!"

There were so many people watching!

Knowing what she meant, Pei Yu reassured her, "It’s okay."

He headed toward the hall exit. When he passed by Qin Fang, he signaled with his eyes, and Qin Fang handed over the coat Pei Yu had asked him to hold earlier, draping it over Shen Zhiyi’s face to cover it.

Imbued with the familiar scent of agarwood, even with her face covered, Shen Zhiyi felt some embarrassment and regretted coming to find him—out of anger and irritation, she had eagerly wanted to see him.

Being carried by Pei Yu for a few minutes, she was then placed on a soft sofa. He took off the coat and Shen Zhiyi looked down to see Pei Yu squatting by her leg, gently touching the ankle she had twisted.

"Does it hurt?"

In fact, it was just a light twist, and Shen Zhiyi’s strong reaction was half due to psychological effects.

She had come looking for someone in a hurry, only to encounter a cold reception, feeling both annoyed and wronged. She was so upset that she couldn’t even stand the slightest pain.

Now the pain was long gone.

She withdrew her leg, not allowing him to touch, "It doesn’t hurt, not at all."

Worried she was saying this out of spite, Pei Yu was not reassured and asked repeatedly, "Really?"

He was half-kneeling, slightly towering over the seated Shen Zhiyi. He looked up at her with lights reflecting in his clear black pupils that had taken on a light amber color. Both his posture and tone were subdued.

Suddenly, Shen Zhiyi extended her hand in front of his eyes, "There’s no pain here."

Her skin was pale, almost translucent under the cold light, making the not yet completely faded bruise even more conspicuous and impossible for Pei Yu to overlook.

He gently cradled her wrist, careful not to exert any force, and pressed his lips to the spot of the bruise, "I’m sorry."

He knew he had truly lost his composure that day, had not at all controlled his strength. It was natural for her to be angry with him, even to hate him.

"Three days," Shen Zhiyi’s face showed no expression, indicating no sign of cooling down, "you took three days before you apologized to me."

That day, she was both shocked and furious, exhausted in both body and spirit. It wasn’t until the next day on the set that her mood had stabilized, yet she had not heard from Pei Yu, who seemingly left her hanging for three whole days.

"I’m sorry," Pei Yu continued to apologize, his lips touching the inside of her wrist as he spoke softly, "I was afraid you would hate me."

He didn’t know how to face the look of disgust or even resistance in her eyes.

"So what then?"

Shen Zhiyi looked at him, frowning, "So you intended to just let it be, to keep avoiding me?"

She withdrew her hand, continuing to speculate on his thoughts, "So you decided to draw a clear line with me, to part ways just like that, as I had done to you before?"

He was the one who said they should start over. She wanted to break up, and he refused; she didn’t want to get back together, and still, he refused. Was it truly up to him alone to decide both the beginning and the end?

"No," Pei Yu caught her retracting hand, organizing his words at the quickest speed, "I didn’t think that way."

"I just," he paused, rarely showing this sort of dejected expression as if he really was at a loss, "I just didn’t know what to do."

He had assured Meng Qiming with so much certainty that he knew how to please Shen Zhiyi, but those words lacked any real conviction, like a balloon ready to pop with a single touch. Everything he did was based on the principle of "wanting Shen Zhiyi to be happy," but whether she was truly happy, he had no idea.

In front of her, he was always someone who didn’t know how to make amends for his mistakes.

"Zhizhi," Pei Yu rested his face in the palm of her hand, "can you teach me, please?"

His gaze seemed to carry warmth, so intense that Shen Zhiyi couldn’t help but want to avoid it, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly as his voice fell.

"You don’t need me to teach you," she turned her head away, her palm feeling hot, "you’re doing just fine."

If he really didn’t know how to act, if he truly wasn’t doing enough, she wouldn’t have come to him today.

Wasn’t it that she had always wanted to draw a definitive line with him?

It was he who had changed her mind, and Shen Zhiyi had always been ashamed to admit this, yet she couldn’t deceive her own heart.