Chapter 57: Are You Coming Over Yourself Or Should I Carry You?
After passing the Brooklyn Bridge, they found a place to park. The driver turned off the engine and got out, yielding the driver’s seat, and instructed, “Miss, drive carefully.”
Meng Shuyou walked around to the front. “Don’t worry, I’m a good driver.”
The Maybach’s button positions were different from other cars. She familiarized herself with them, adjusted the seat, slowly started the engine, turned the steering wheel, and merged into the lane.
Following the navigation, she drove all the way to the club.
Skyscrapers were brightly lit, with a golden arched porch at the top embedded with crystal lights, shimmering brilliantly.
Meng Shuyou stepped on the brake and turned her head to look outside the window.
That noble figure happened to come out from inside, with a tall outline, one hand tucked in his pants pocket, long legs striding forward.
He walked to the car. Before his hand could touch the car door handle, Meng Shuyou lowered the car window, tilted her head, and called out to him, “Mister Pei.”
The girl curved her lips toward him.
Pei Yuzhou was a little surprised, his eyebrow tip slightly raised, his voice low, “Not stealing Mark’s job but stealing the driver’s?”
Meng Shuyou’s tone was helpless. “I can’t do Mark’s job, so I can only be your driver.”
Pei Yuzhou stepped over, opened the passenger car door, and got in.
A faint drunken alcohol scent wafted from him, mixed with a light fir fragrance.
Meng Shuyou glanced sideways at him. “Did you drink a lot?”
The man reached for the safety belt and fastened it, leaning back casually. “Does it look like it?”
The corners of his eyes were tinged red from the alcohol, with no sign of being drunk at all.
“Doesn’t look like it.”
Meng Shuyou lightly shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator to drive away.
Neon skyscrapers receded, evening wind pouring in from the car window, blowing her hair into disarray.
Pei Yuzhou rested his right hand on the car window, relaxing, a hint of lazy fatigue appearing on his brow.
Meng Shuyou kept her eyes straight ahead on the road, finding a topic to ask, “Mister Pei, when did you get back?”
Pei Yuzhou closed his eyes. “This afternoon.”
Meng Shuyou tucked the scattered hair behind her ear. “You really don’t have time to go to Madame Isha’s banquet?”
Pei Yuzhou’s throat let out a light chuckle. “You came to pick me up for this?”
Meng Shuyou murmured softly, “Didn’t you tell me to please you?”
“Who taught you to please me like this?” His eyelids didn’t lift, fingers propping his cheek, his tone mild. “Do I lack a driver like you?”
“You don’t.” Meng Shuyou bit her lip. “Can’t I want to be your driver?”
“I’ll sleep for a bit. Call me when we arrive.”
“Okay.”
The car speed slowed, steadily driving past the road.
It was already nine-thirty when they got home.
Meng Shuyou drove the car into the underground garage.
Vast space, a row of luxury cars.
She parked carefully. If she scratched it, she couldn’t afford to pay for it.
Unfastening the safety belt, she turned around to look beside her.
Warm-toned ambient lights reflected on the man’s side face, with sharp and smooth lines.
This face of his was flawless from every angle, like an artwork no matter how you looked at it.
Meng Shuyou didn’t rush to wake him. She secretly took out her mobile phone, opened the camera, aimed at his face, and took two photos.
She wanted to change angles when a low, husky voice suddenly came from her ear. “Stealing photos of me?”
Meng Shuyou froze in her movements.
The phone was on silent. How did he know she was taking photos of him?
Pei Yuzhou lifted his eyelids, his eyes slightly bleary.
Meng Shuyou put away her mobile phone, a flash of unnaturalness crossing her face at being caught. “You’re good-looking. Can’t I take a photo?”
Pei Yuzhou unfastened his safety belt. “Come over here.”
Three familiar words.
Meng Shuyou hesitated.
“Didn’t you say I’m good-looking? Here’s your opportunity to sit closer and look.”
“……No need, right? I can see clearly from here.”
Pei Yuzhou was direct. “Will you come over yourself, or should I carry you?”
“…”
Meng Shuyou grumbled inwardly. Was there anyone so domineering?
She obediently climbed over the center console and sat on his lap.
Pei Yuzhou wrapped his arm around her lower back, his palm pressing her neck, and kissed her just like that.
Meng Shuyou tasted the lingering red wine in his mouth, with a slightly bitter taste.
He kissed very deeply.
In the quiet car interior, breathing gradually quickened.
His arm tightened around her waist, muscles tensing.
After kissing enough, Meng Shuyou panted on his shoulder, too close to his thigh root, clearly sensing his physical change. “Mister Pei……you…”
She had never felt it this close before and was a bit at a loss.
The man asked knowingly, “What’s with me?”
Meng Shuyou’s cheeks burned red, her voice extremely soft. “It’s poking me.”
Pei Yuzhou grasped her wrist and placed it at his waist, his voice husky. “Help me out.”
Her fingertips touched the metal belt buckle, and Meng Shuyou trembled.
“Unbuckle it.”
Her whole body stiffened, stammering, “Didn’t we agree on one month……six days left…”
Pei Yuzhou’s adam’s apple bobbed. “Counting so precisely?”
“You told me to count.” Meng Shuyou lowered her eyes, not knowing where to look.
Pei Yuzhou’s fingertip rubbed the back of her hand. “Don’t dare to unbuckle it?”
“It’s not that…”
She just wasn’t fully mentally prepared yet.
“Then unbuckle it.”
Meng Shuyou’s ears burned. “Can you turn off the lights?”
Pei Yuzhou slightly raised his chin. “You turn them off.”
Meng Shuyou leaned sideways and tapped the center console display screen. The lights went out.
Vision went completely dark.
Her face red, she groped bit by bit.
No experience, it took her half a day to unfasten the buckle.
The sound of the zipper sliding rustled.
When vision was obstructed, hearing became especially acute.
Pei Yuzhou’s waist and abdomen tightened, veins bulging on his arm.
Muscles stretched his shirt taut, faintly revealing the outline of lines underneath.
At a certain moment, Meng Shuyou shrank back her hand, unsure if startled or something.
Pei Yuzhou gripped the back of her head and kissed her deeply.
Meng Shuyou had nowhere to retreat, her hand confined by him, slowly guided.
Her lips swelled from the kissing, breathing disordered.
Time too long, her fingers ached, wanting to pull back.
Pei Yuzhou pressed her wrist. “Don’t let go.”
Meng Shuyou’s eyes wet and red, whispering softly, “But……your body……it’s so hot…”
Pei Yuzhou chuckled. “Can’t handle this?”
Meng Shuyou couldn’t speak, simply burying into his neck.
Sexy, low gasps drilled into her ear, making her ear bones tingle.
After it ended, the air was full of ambiguity, an indescribable smell.
Pei Yuzhou tidied up a bit, turned on the lights, and found a wet wipe to clean her up.
Meng Shuyou was carried out of the car by him, her soft hands loosely hooked around his neck.
At this hour, the servants had all gone to rest.
Pei Yuzhou took her into the elevator. “Pack your things in advance. We’re going to Florence in two days.”
Meng Shuyou lifted her eyes in surprise. “Really?”
Pei Yuzhou looked down, meeting her expectant gaze. “Mm.”
Meng Shuyou’s brows and eyes lit up with a smile as she took the initiative to kiss his mouth corner. “Thank you, Mister Pei.”
The elevator reached the second floor, doors opening automatically.
Pei Yuzhou walked her to the room doorway. “Go to sleep.”
Meng Shuyou got down from him, said “Good night,” and slipped into the room.
The room door closed.
She threw herself onto the bed, burrowing into the quilt.
Her mind involuntarily recalled that scene in the car.
Her palms burned hot.
Completely beyond her imagination—how could someone be so…
She stopped her thoughts in time, threw off the quilt, and ran to the bathroom.
Take a shower to cool down.
Only when undressing did she notice his stuff had gotten on the hem of her clothes too.
