Extreme Pampering
Chapter 177: It’s for Gifting.

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: It’s for Gifting.

Since there were many young people at the banquet, there were also many who knew Shen Zhiyi. Someone took her photo, wanting to post it online, and even specifically asked for her permission.

Shen Zhiyi agreed without giving it much thought.

This nod didn’t seem to matter much, but it instantly generated another wave of fake rumors for her.

While the public opinion was fermenting, Shen Zhiyi was oblivious, taking medicine under Pei Yu’s supervision. Her voice was so hoarse it was severe, and it hadn’t improved for days. Pei Yu was worried and had a private doctor prescribe some medicine. The pills needed to be dissolved in the mouth and had a mint flavor that was bitter. Shen Zhiyi was unhappy as soon as she took one, puckering her lips, unwilling to even make a facial expression.

Even Pei Yu’s attempts to kiss her were dodged.

He said helplessly, "This makes you feel better faster."

The doctor had actually prescribed these kinds of pills for Shen Zhiyi a long time ago, but they were too bitter. One pill lasted for more than ten minutes, and she didn’t want to take it, so she discarded them. It’s just that now Pei Yu was watching, and she had to take them.

Shen Zhiyi didn’t say anything and listlessly looked for a movie to divert her attention.

She dressed less formally at home, but her clothes were still fluffy and comfortable to hold, a pity Pei Yu had made her unhappy and couldn’t hold her now.

He took a photo and uploaded it online, stingily only showing half of Shen Zhiyi’s profile to the netizens.

[Not happy.]

Since many people followed his account because of Shen Zhiyi, the fans swarmed in as soon as he tweeted, asking why she was unhappy.

Pei Yu replied to one of the comments and quickly saw a slew of off-topic responses.

[Is it true that she’s already had a child? Unmarried pregnancy?]

[The kid is really cute. Can we get a high-definition photo?]

[I think that kid doesn’t look much like Zhiyi. Could it be...]

[I agree, Zhiyi has been filming all along, when would she have time to have a baby, she must be a stepmother.]

Pei Yu: "?"

He scrolled to the homepage only to discover the source of these statements—someone who attended the banquet and had a considerable number of followers had posted a photo of Shen Zhiyi. It would’ve been fine if it were just an ordinary photo, but in this one, she was holding Qin Fang’s son and playing with the boy.

The owner of the account had not issued any clarification, so everyone assumed the child was Shen Zhiyi’s. They speculated when she might have gotten pregnant, given birth, and who the father of the child was.

Some people even seriously claimed that Shen Zhiyi had an older son—Pei Yu logically deduced they were probably referring to Duan Jiaze.

The public has always been particularly interested in female artists getting pregnant and marrying. Fortunately, Shen Zhiyi’s fans were quite rational, believing that Shen Zhiyi simply didn’t have time to be pregnant and give birth. They were not too friendly towards Pei Yu though, thinking the child was his doing, leaving Shen Zhiyi to take the blame.

Pei Yu was speechless for quite a while and just forwarded the situation to Qin Fang, letting him handle it.

He didn’t tell Shen Zhiyi about this since it was just a farce.

But a moment later, Shen Zhiyi suddenly paused the movie and stood up with her phone in hand.

Her voice was still hoarse, sounding very small and somewhat pitiable.

"They’re saying you have a son," she walked up to Pei Yu, blinking her eyes, with the phone’s camera facing the ground, "Do you?"

Pei Yu: "..."

He chuckled, "Don’t you know whether I do or not?"

"I don’t know," Shen Zhiyi deliberately said, "Who knows if you’ve been with other—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Pei Yu had already leaned down and sealed her lips with his.

The sound of the kiss was clearly audible in the quiet and empty room, and also unmistakably carried through to the live stream.

Shen Zhiyi was stunned, not expecting him to avoid the conversation with such a tactic without warning.

"What are you doing," she blushed immediately, "I still have a cold."

He didn’t seem the least bit afraid of being infected by her.

"Retaliating against Miss Shen for tarnishing my reputation," Pei Yu said calmly, licking his lips and smiling inexplicably, "It is quite bitter, no wonder you are not happy."

Shen Zhiyi: "...You’re so annoying."

She quickly shut down the live stream.

Darn it, she had wanted to tease him and make him look foolish in front of the fans, but he didn’t fall for it at all.

She tried to run away, but Pei Yu wouldn’t let her, tripping her with a leg and catching her in time, he asked leisurely, "Has it not been ten minutes yet, or did you swallow the lozenge?"

Shen Zhiyi immediately felt guilty, sighing to herself; that lozenge was so bitter and difficult to swallow, it had not been easy for her to get it down.

She had a moment of guilt, then regained her assertive stance, "Yes, do you want me to take another one?"

She spoke a bit too much this time, her voice trailing off so faintly that Pei Yu could hardly hear it, and he sighed gently, unable to do much with her.

"Why are you so disobedient, don’t you want to get better quickly?"

Shen Zhiyi gave him a sly smile, "Anyway, I don’t have work recently."

That was Pei Yu’s request.

She wasn’t a capricious person. If she had work to do, she would take her medicine without needing Pei Yu to watch her, bitter as it might be. But, coincidentally, she had no work lately and merely needed to stay at Huating all day, not seeing anyone from outside, so it didn’t really matter if her illness lingered a bit longer.

She didn’t mind, but Pei Yu felt very distressed listening to her little voice getting lost.

In the end, he couldn’t persuade her, and the next day Shen Zhiyi secretly threw the medicine away, so the butler had to arrange for some throat-soothing concoction for her.

She hadn’t taken any more lessons with the jade carving master in recent days, seemingly having lost all interest in jade carving.

When Pei Yu came back and saw her watching an old movie she had seen countless times, he reached out, scooped her into his arms.

"Why haven’t you been doing jade carving recently?"

Shen Zhiyi’s hobbies were actually quite limited, and apart from watching movies, there didn’t seem to be much else. Therefore, although Pei Yu was a bit jealous when she spent her time on something other than him, he had never stopped her.

The Agarwood on him exuded a warmth in the winter, and Shen Zhiyi loved the scent, lying quietly in his arms.

"I don’t want to do it anymore," she said with a smile in her eyes, "I’ve made everything I needed to."

He hadn’t seen her show any new jade carving works, so Pei Yu asked casually, "Where did you put it?"

Shen Zhiyi still smiled, "I’m going to give it away as a gift."

Give it away as a gift?

Pei Yu raised an eyebrow, thinking of Qin Xiaoran’s upcoming wedding and guessing that she was preparing a wedding gift for Qin Xiaoran.

But giving away something she had made by hand, wasn’t she being a bit too generous to Qin Xiaoran?

Of course, Pei Yu wouldn’t voice these thoughts, he just nonchalantly "Hmm’d" in response.

"Don’t I get one?"

"Didn’t I give all the ones I made before to you?" Shen Zhiyi played with his button as if it didn’t matter.

Pei Yu then frowned and stopped talking.

Those she had made casually obviously couldn’t compare to something she had put effort into as a gift, especially since she had been grinding away at a jade carving for several days as a present for Qin Xiaoran, and it remained to be seen what she had made.

It definitely had to be better than the crooked animals in his study.