Extreme Pampering
Chapter 167 Shen Zhiyi’s Lover.

Chapter 167: Chapter 167 Shen Zhiyi’s Lover.

Outside, night had already fallen, and Pei Yu stepped into the dark, carrying a trace of fatigue in his brows and eyes from a business negotiation that had been far from easy.

Seeing Shen Zhiyi sprawled on the sofa looking his way, his brows and eyes softened, but as he drew closer, he frowned slightly.

He lifted his hand and gently touched her eyes with his fingertip, his tone slightly deep, "Have you been crying?"

The camera couldn’t capture his face, but you could see the area below his chest. The comments instantly became chaotic, although the parties involved were completely unaware.

With winter having arrived, and the temperature dropping sharply these past days, he too carried a slight chill, especially in his fingers, which were several degrees colder than Shen Zhiyi’s, who had been indoors the whole time. She shivered and recoiled a bit, "It was from filming a crying scene."

"Do you mind my hands being cold?" Pei Yu hadn’t noticed the live stream still running on the computer set aside; of course, even if he had, he wouldn’t have cared, "Then let Zhizhi help me warm them up."

As he spoke, he reached for her hand.

The butler had slipped away quietly at some point, and Shen Zhiyi was being pulled onto his lap by him when she luckily remembered the still-running live stream and hurriedly stopped his motion.

"I’m still streaming."

"Hmm?" Pei Yu glanced at the phone, which indeed had a live stream notification, but he hadn’t paid attention to it while on his way over, "Turn it off then."

With the live stream on, she wouldn’t let him hold her.

[Brother-in-law is so ruthless!]

[Don’t turn it off, just listening is good enough!]

[Brother-in-law, show us your face, I want to see what a man so wealthy looks like.]

Pei Yu was discreet in his actions, rarely spoke in public, and never allowed photographs to be taken, meaning the deepest anyone could dig was to his name, with not a single photo to be found.

Shen Zhiyi caught these comments in a glance and laughed softly, "No showing faces, I won’t let you see."

She didn’t want Pei Yu’s face spreading across the internet.

[Zhizhi is so stingy!]

[Don’t worry, Zhiyi, even if he’s ugly we won’t say a word.]

[Are you not showing us because he’s not good-looking, or not as handsome as Huo Heng?]

Shen Zhiyi turned around, "Mr. Pei, someone is guessing you’re too ugly to show your face."

She didn’t mention the fans comparing him with Huo Heng; otherwise, the man would surely explode.

Pei Yu raised an eyebrow but wasn’t angry. He said leisurely, "So what, Miss Shen likes me anyway."

[I’m jealous, truly.]

[Damn it, that’s so arrogant.]

[His voice sounds pretty handsome, say more, I love listening.]

Shen Zhiyi remembered the account he had responded with online and took his phone, "Is that a newly registered account of yours?"

She saw the date the account was created and it turned out to be several years ago, not so new after all.

Apart from the comment that day, he had not posted or shared a single tweet, and he only followed her.

However, his account by then had amassed many followers, most notably the official accounts of several of Pei’s companies.

"You registered it on the day you and Huo Heng went public," Pei Yu stated flatly, "It’s been a few years."

Shen Zhiyi was a bit surprised, but recalling his confession that he had fallen for her at first sight and liked her for many years, she smiled somewhat sheepishly.

"Then I’ll follow you back."

[I’ve also followed my brother-in-law’s account, can you please post more often?!]

[Seconded, I want to see Zhiyi from the boyfriend’s perspective!]

Pei Yu glanced at these comments and responded, "If she allows me to."

Consequently, fans started to beg Shen Zhiyi. Her own frequency of posting on social media was very low, and she rarely shared her daily life, leaving fans "unsatisfied."

"I’m not stopping you," said Shen Zhiyi, feeling wronged, "but it seems you hardly ever take photos, right?"

Pei Yu looked at her with a half-smile, "How do you know I haven’t taken any?"

"You’ve taken photos?" Shen Zhiyi was surprised. In her memory, she had never seen Pei Yu take photos of her. "Let me see."

His phone was still in Shen Zhiyi’s hands, and the gallery wasn’t locked. There were roughly a hundred photos, a quick look showed they were all of her. There were photos of her sleeping, reading scripts, arranging flowers with the butler, and even a few screenshots from her live streams.

"...You took candid photos of me," Shen Zhiyi said in a low voice, "I didn’t notice a single time."

After all, she was a public figure and quite sensitive to cameras. But for some reason, she never noticed that Pei Yu had quietly taken pictures of her.

A smile was playing on Pei Yu’s lips, "Probably because you’re unguarded around me."

He had long noticed that Shen Zhiyi was very relaxed around those close to her, and he was honored to receive the same treatment.

[Photos! I want to see the photos in my brother-in-law’s phone!]

[I hope my brother-in-law can have some sympathy for us.]

Shen Zhiyi, overwhelmed by the comments, couldn’t help but chuckle, "You’re so excited."

Initially, there were some trolls in the live stream, but now they were completely covered by fans’ comments, not a trace of them could be seen.

After chatting for a bit more, Shen Zhiyi turned off the live stream. She looked at the increasing number of comments under the post Pei Yu had made and felt slightly troubled.

"You’re about to become a public figure."

He had kept a low profile for so many years, without a single photo leaked. But since meeting her, he was frequently making headlines.

"Hmm," Pei Yu was finally able to hold her in his arms and kissed the top of her head, casually adding, "Thanks to Miss Shen’s blessing."

Shen Zhiyi looked up at him, "Is it a blessing or a curse?"

"Why would you think that?" Pei Yu saw through her concerns, "Of course, it’s my good fortune."

"Because it’s because of me that you’ve been exposed to the public."

Although people still didn’t know exactly what he looked like, they were aware of his existence and his relationship with the actress Shen Zhiyi.

"Zhizhi, I’m not Pei’s Pei Yu in the eyes of the public," he said softly, "but Shen Zhiyi’s lover."

This was the identity he had long yearned for.

"Even if it weren’t for this, I would have found ways to let everyone know about our relationship," Pei Yu chuckled softly.

So for him, this was actually a good thing. He had no reason not to seize this opportunity that fell from the sky.

Shen Zhiyi looked at him for a while, then stretched out her hand to hug him back.

Pei Yu was not someone to be controlled by anyone or anything; his status and identity meant that others could only watch him silently from behind, even Shen Zhiyi herself never thought of wholly possessing him, it was unrealistic.

But now, Pei Yu was telling her that he was willing to let the title "Shen Zhiyi’s lover" envelop him. He was willing to be controlled by Shen Zhiyi and looked forward to being entirely hers.

However, Pei Yu was a businessman, and it wasn’t his style to do things without seeking a return. Shen Zhiyi understood that if he was to be Shen Zhiyi’s lover, it meant that she also had to be Pei Yu’s wife.

They had to possess each other, completely integrating into each other’s lives.