Extreme Pampering
Chapter 216 - 213: If We’d Been Together Earlier

Chapter 216: Chapter 213: If We’d Been Together Earlier

"Raising a loss, can’t even manage a meal, do you want your father to starve?!"

The man was drunk, spewing filthy words all night long. Shen Zhiyi sat at the desk, her pen unconsciously leaving the book and deeply carved several marks on the edge of the table.

She stared blankly at those marks.

The next day, she went to the clinic in town to get medicine.

"You still need to drink herbal remedy for the allergy..."

Shen Zhiyi lifted the curtain and saw the young man sitting inside, and stopped short.

Pei Yu lowered his eyes, and quickly drooped his lids. He wore a black shirt today, of fine quality and clearly expensive, setting off his figure as precious as jade.

"Is Zhiyi here for medicine?" The elderly doctor obviously recognized Shen Zhiyi, "Is the anti-inflammatory medicine running out? Let me see how the wound looks."

Shen Zhiyi glanced at Pei Yu, who showed no intention of leaving.

She pursed her lips and slowly rolled up her sleeve, revealing a newly added wound stretching from her elbow to the back of her hand.

"New injuries again," the old doctor said matter-of-factly, sighing, "Has your father gone mad again?"

Shen Zhiyi remained silent.

After she got the medicine and left the clinic, it was noon, when the sun was at its harshest. She hadn’t eaten breakfast, and soon felt dizzy, having to squat beside the road to rest.

It was unclear how much time had passed when she felt someone standing in front of her. Shen Zhiyi slowly lifted her head.

Pei Yu squatted down, handing her a loaf of bread, his tone neutral, "Do you want it?"

From her home to the town was several kilometers, and Shen Zhiyi had walked the distance herself, carrying nothing but money for the medicine. She looked at the bread held out to her and hesitated before taking it.

"Thank you."

After the good deed, he didn’t leave but watched her slowly eat the bread, then handed her a bottle of water.

Shen Zhiyi thanked him again, "Thank you, I’ll pay you back."

Pei Yu rested his cheek in his hand, his long eyelashes falling as his eyes meticulously scanned her face.

"Can you tell me your name now?"

Shen Zhiyi found him strange but didn’t want to show him a cold face after eating his food, "...Shen Zhiyi."

Pei Yu had actually known all along, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Pei Yu."

The young man stood up and walked away.

He returned to a different street and got into a car that had been waiting by the roadside.

The driver glanced at him, "Young master, weren’t you supposed to buy some food?"

Why did he return empty-handed?

Pei Yu said lazily, "Didn’t feel like eating anything."

That day, Shen Zhiyi stayed at home doing homework. It was her right hand that was injured, and it was quite painful. Perhaps for this reason, her mind sometimes wandered.

She thought of that young man.

Pei Yu? Was it Yu, or some other character?

She pondered for a while, then suddenly flipped open a dictionary.

At night, the man was dead drunk and sleeping in the living room. Shen Zhiyi couldn’t sleep because of the pain, so she decided to go out for a walk.

As she walked, she mulled over things. Because she started school early, she would be entering senior high next semester. The school would waive her tuition, but the boarding system wouldn’t leave her much opportunity for part-time works. She wasn’t sure how long the money she had saved could last.

Musing, she unwittingly walked far and arrived at the creek.

Just coming off the path, she saw the young man sitting on that large rock. The night wind rustled his shirt, and he was on alert, soon looking over and spotting her, his brows slightly raised.

"Shen Zhiyi," he said.

His voice was also cold, but pleasant to hear.

Shen Zhiyi responded quietly, regretting not bringing the money to pay him back.

Pei Yu watched her for a while, pondering something. He shifted over and told her, "Sit."

Shen Zhiyi sat down quietly.

There was a faint fragrant scent on him, of a woody tone. Shen Zhiyi didn’t know what it was, guessing he had sprayed some perfume.

So exquisite, she couldn’t help but think.

The two sat silently for a while. Pei Yu found that if he didn’t speak, she really wouldn’t talk to him. He had to pick a random topic, like Qin Fang usually annoyed him.

"How old are you?"

Shen Zhiyi looked at him and simply stated, "I’m starting senior high next semester."

Pei Yu looked down, "Oh, I’m in senior three."

He really wasn’t someone who was good at small talk.

Fortunately, this time Shen Zhiyi carried the conversation forward, a bit curious, "Where are you from?"

"Beijing," Pei Yu, taking advantage of the cover of darkness, unabashedly scrutinized her. She was exceptionally thin, appearing somewhat malnourished, and covered with injuries. Pei Yu was used to seeing pampered young ladies; he had never seen anyone raise their daughter like this.

Shen Zhiyi fell silent, her entire knowledge of that city coming from geography and political textbooks.