After Trying To Pursue The Cold, Elegant Beauty. I Ended Up Being Flirted With Instead - Chapter 9

Am I incapable of living without Wen Zhu’s pear soup?

After kissing for nearly a minute and seeing no intention from Wen Zhu to approach, Pei Xiubai suddenly felt incredibly bored.

What was she doing?

Her alcohol finally hit her, and she unceremoniously pushed the woman away, then irritably closed her eyes and leaned back against the car seat to rest.

By the time the car drove into the Pei family villa, Pei Xiubai was already quite inebriated and somewhat oblivious. Seeing this, Xiao Yu’s heart stirred with excitement.

Since President Pei is like this, doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want now?

She helped Pei Xiubai into the Pei house, and no one dared to step forward and stop them.

Once they reached the living room, Xiao Yu gently placed Pei Xiubai on the sofa and bent down to straighten her clothes. But then she heard Pei Xiubai mumbling incoherently: “Qingqing… Qingqing…”

She leaned closer and whispered, “President Pei, what are you saying?”

All that flashed through Pei Xiubai’s mind was Wen Zhu’s face.

At the banquet, not only did she not come up to the second floor to pick her up, but she even turned around and handed the task of picking her up to Minister Zhen!

And at the entrance of the manor, she clearly saw her with another woman, yet she only gave a fleeting glance.

No interrogation, no jealousy, not even a trace of disappointment.

How could she not care? She must be pretending!

A voice kept calling in her ear.

Who else could address her with that tone except for Wen Zhu?

Pei Xiubai gnashed her teeth and chuckled lowly, her tone filled with coldness: “What are you pretending for? Just because I scolded you a few times, you dared to treat me like this? Heh, in the end, didn’t you still cling to me? Aren’t you tired of playing these tricks?”

But the voice paused: “President Pei, what are you saying?”

Xiao Yu tentatively reached out, intending to unbutton Pei Xiubai’s shirt, and said softly, “Shall I help you upstairs to rest?”

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the button, Pei Xiubai’s eyes snapped open.

The pitch-black eyes were filled with chilling coldness.

She froze for two seconds, finally realizing that the woman in front of her was not Wen Zhu.

This was the woman someone else sent over!

If it weren’t for this woman, Wen Zhu would have come to beg for forgiveness already!

A burst of brutal anger suddenly surged within Pei Xiubai. She lowered her voice and coldly spat out one word: “Scram!”

Xiao Yu was utterly unwilling to give up.

She had clearly made it into the Pei house, and just now, President Pei had even kissed her!

This proved that President Pei definitely liked her.

She was only a step away, just one step away from hooking up with Pei Xiubai. How could she just leave like this?!

She lowered her head, exposing her slender, fair neck, her eyes lingering and seductive: “President Pei, are you feeling very uncomfortable right now? Let me help you, okay?”

As she spoke, she raised her hand to unbutton her own clothes.

However, in the next second, Pei Xiubai’s sharp gaze coldly swept over her.

The disgust in her eyes was dense, almost tangible, and the powerful pressure of an upper-echelon figure bore down on Xiao Yu: “What do you think you are? Do you deserve it? Get out while I still have some patience, don’t force me to use force.”

At that moment, Xiao Yu felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her spine instantly stiffened.

Perhaps the coldness in Pei Xiubai’s tone was too intense. She was so scared that her hands trembled slightly. She frantically buttoned up her clothes and fled the Pei house as if escaping, not daring to stay for another moment.

After Xiao Yu left, Pei Xiubai pressed her throbbing temples, staggered up, and walked to Wen Zhu’s room door.

“Wen Zhu! Are you there? Where’s the pear soup!”

Her voice was laced with slight drunkenness, and the sound of her knocking was loud and urgent, echoing in the silent night.

Soon, the housekeeper was woken up again.

She looked at the drunken Pei Xiubai and the scene that was almost identical to the last time, feeling helpless: “Miss, did you forget? Miss Wen has already moved out.”

Pei Xiubai’s hand froze suddenly in mid-air. After a long pause, she turned her head, her gaze fixed on the housekeeper.

“Do you want pear soup?” the housekeeper quickly said. “I’ve stewed some, I’ll get you a bowl right away.”

Pei Xiubai stood rooted to the spot, her mind buzzing as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Yes, Wen Zhu has moved out.

What was she doing? Am I incapable of living without Wen Zhu’s pear soup?

She sneered lightly, an uncontrollable wave of irritation rising in her heart.

Wen Zhu moved out, is she trying to force me to go find her? Does she really think I can’t live without this bowl of pear soup?

Although Pei Xiubai thought this, when she sat at the downstairs dining table and drank the pear soup the housekeeper had stewed, the porcelain spoon in her hand unconsciously paused.

The taste was bland, not even a tenth as good as what Wen Zhu made.

But for some unknown reason, Pei Xiubai didn’t want to show that she couldn’t do without Wen Zhu. She silently finished the soup, spoon by spoon.

After clearing the dishes, the housekeeper hesitated for a moment before walking up to her and cautiously saying, “Miss, when I was cleaning the attic today, I found many of Miss Wen’s awards and certificates left behind. What would you like to do with them?”

Pei Xiubai frowned slightly, her gaze suddenly growing cold and sharp.

“You have to ask me about these things too? Just burn them!”

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then agreed.

Just as she was about to turn around, Pei Xiubai suddenly changed her mind.

“Forget it. Just keep them for her first. Otherwise, when she comes back in a few days and finds her things missing, she’ll start another fuss with me.”

When she said this, Pei Xiubai’s tone carried a clear hint of impatience.

The housekeeper noted the certainty in her voice and asked, “Miss Wen will still come back? When will Miss go and pick her up?”

Pei Xiubai violently dropped the porcelain spoon. It fell into the empty bowl, making a crisp sound.

She curled her lips, her eyes mocking and cold: “Pick her up? What are you talking about? Just wait and see, she’ll come crawling back in a few days.”

Tongcheng is not an easy place to stay.

By then, Wen Zhu would understand who would ultimately suffer the consequences of continuing to feud with her.