Extreme Pampering
Chapter 165: Selling Himself to Her.

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Selling Himself to Her.

The next day at the business gathering, Qin Fang arrived first, exchanging pleasantries with several acquaintances and discussing the cooperation agreement they were about to sign. In the middle of the conversation, he picked up his phone to ask Pei Yu when he would arrive.

When he put down his phone, the screen hadn’t gone off yet, so the person beside him saw his wallpaper and showed a surprised expression.

"Mr. Xiaoqin," the person hesitated, "if I’m not mistaken, is that Shen Zhiyi in the photo on your phone wallpaper?"

"Ah?" Qin Fang glanced at it, "Yes, it is."

That morning, he had discovered that the child had started crying again because the tablet they used yesterday had run out of battery and shut down, so he simply used his own phone as a temporary toy to soothe the child and set Shen Zhiyi’s photo as the wallpaper for convenience. It might be needed later, and he hadn’t bothered to change it afterward.

The man bit his tongue, then said very tactfully, "I’ve heard that Miss Shen has a quite special relationship with Chairman Pei, and if Mr. Xiaoqin is interested, I can help you find a few others who are similar to her type..."

"Stop!" Qin Fang was so shocked he nearly lost his grip on his wine glass, quite speechless, "You’re thinking too much. I set her photo as the wallpaper to appease my son."

The man’s pupils quaked, "You, you both have a son??"

My goodness, who exactly is Shen Zhiyi, managing to juggle between two men.

"...Don’t let your imagination run wild," Qin Fang forced a smile, "The mother of my son isn’t Shen Zhiyi."

The man wanted to say more, but stopped when he saw the person standing behind Qin Fang, immediately silencing himself, deciding not to wade into these troubled waters.

Pei Yu’s voice was cold as ice, "Qin Fang."

Qin Fang shivered and turned around to meet Pei Yu’s chilly gaze, and awkwardly chuckled, "Haha, Brother Pei you’re here."

As luck would have it, at that moment his phone received a message, lighting up the screen, making the photo of Shen Zhiyi on the wallpaper very conspicuous.

Pei Yu immediately noticed and chuckled, appearing very nonchalant, "It’s been a long time since I went to the boxing ring."

"No, it’s not like that," Qin Fang realized he needed to explain, or he was going to get beaten, "Brother Pei, listen to me explain."

He babbled a lengthy explanation, but Pei Yu remained indifferent, as if he hadn’t heard a word, "Join me at the boxing ring after we finish here."

Qin Fang: Whimper—

Later in the evening, after finishing her shoot, Shen Zhiyi received a distress text from Qin Fang. He sent her the address and told her to hurry over, otherwise, the kid she saw last night would end up fatherless.

"What does that mean?" Shen Zhiyi looked confused, recognizing the address. Recalling that Pei Yu had reported his workday to her this morning, she messaged him to ask about the situation, assuming he was with Qin Fang at the moment.

Pei Yu didn’t explain and simply told her to come over.

Alright, Shen Zhiyi decided to just pick up Mr. Pei on the way home, instructing Xiaodong to change direction.

By the time Shen Zhiyi arrived, the gathering was nearly over; the business had been discussed, and the remaining people were chatting and laughing.

When she appeared at the entrance of the private room, many people hadn’t yet noticed her presence.

Qin Fang had been eagerly awaiting her arrival and immediately raised his voice with great enthusiasm as he saw her.

"Sister-in-law!"

Shen Zhiyi: "..."

Is it too late for her to turn around and leave now?

When her gaze met Pei Yu’s, he was holding his wine glass with a laid-back posture, a faint smile in his eyes, looking like he was there just for the entertainment.

Everyone in the private room looked over, and many who were clueless about the situation were startled by Qin Fang’s call of "sister-in-law," uncertain of whose family Shen Zhiyi belonged to that would make Mr. Xiaoqin willingly call her that.

Seeing Shen Zhiyi embarrassed and blushing, Pei Yu chuckled softly, picked up his jacket, and walked over, naturally and affectionately slipping his arm around her waist.

He nodded slightly to the people around as a greeting, "My wife is picking me up to go home, so I won’t be able to keep you all company. Mr. Xiaoqin will stay and play with everyone to your heart’s content."

Until they stepped out the door, Shen Zhiyi still felt as though people were sizing her up, pushing Pei Yu helplessly, "Did you bring me here for this?"

Pei Yu hadn’t had much to drink and was still very lucid, but the faint yet pleasant scent on her made him slightly lost in a trance. So instead of hurrying away, he pulled her to the small balcony at the end of the hallway.

Bending down, his forehead rested against her collarbone and he hummed a slow "Mm."

Who would let Qin Fang touch his sensitive spot? He had just managed to cut the ties between Shen Zhiyi and Huo Heng, and he absolutely wouldn’t allow her to be associated with any other man, including Qin Fang.

"I told my fans we haven’t officially defined our relationship yet," Shen Zhiyi said with a bit of amusement. "But you publicly claim I’m your wife. Mr. Pei, how will you compensate for my reputation damage?"

"I will give as much as you want," Pei Yu wasn’t really listening to her words, only wanting to kiss her, "It’s all yours."

Shen Zhiyi let him kiss her for a moment, worried about being seen, so she quickly pushed him away, "Smooth talker."

Pei Yu squinted his eyes, smiled faintly, and didn’t argue.

But that night, after finishing a lovemaking session, when Shen Zhiyi was drowsy and about to fall asleep, he coaxed her out of the blanket once again.

She was both sleepy and exhausted, and had to get up early for filming the next day. Even with a good temper, her sleepiness was disturbed and she was slightly unhappy. She hit him weakly and mumbled drowsily, "I’m sleepy."

"In a moment," Pei Yu kissed her forehead and put a pen in her hand, coaxing her gently, "Will you sign a few documents and then go to sleep?"

Wanting to get rid of him quickly, Shen Zhiyi was so sleepily muddled she didn’t even look at the documents and, following his guidance, signed her name on each of them.

What were supposed to be a few documents ended up taking more than ten minutes to sign.

Resting her head on his chest, Shen Zhiyi was unhappy, "Can I sleep now?"

"Mm," Pei Yu wrapped her up in the blanket again, "Sleep."

He was about to put the documents back into the safe when his fingers were suddenly caught with a very light grip. He turned back to see Shen Zhiyi, her eyes barely open with sleepiness, yet unwilling to let him go.

"Sleep together."

"Okay," Pei Yu kissed her warm fingertips, "I’ll be right there."

The next day when Shen Zhiyi got up, recalling the somewhat hazy events of the previous night, she pounced on Pei Yu demanding to know, "What did you have me sign yesterday?"

She hadn’t looked at the time and only remembered that there were quite a few documents. Her hand was sore from signing so much, and it even led her to dream about being surrounded by fans, unable to leave unless she signed ten thousand autographs, waking up with a feeling of tiredness in her hand.

Pei Yu, still half-asleep, stroked her back, enjoying the pleasure of having a beauty in his arms early in the morning, and said in a husky voice, "Indenture contract."

Thinking he was joking, Shen Zhiyi’s eyes curved with laughter, "My indenture contract? Haven’t I been your employee for a long time now?"

Pei Yu curled his lips into a smile, but did not answer.

Of course, it was his indenture contract.

He had said he would give her a lot, everything he could give her.

This wasn’t about marriage; it was all about love.