Chapter 111:
Meng Shuyou just asked casually and hurriedly denied it, “I didn’t.”
There were plenty of women who wanted to have his child, but it couldn’t be her.
This relationship would end sooner or later.
Besides, she hadn’t graduated from university yet and wouldn’t think that far ahead at all.
The server came over with juice, interrupting their conversation.
Twenty minutes later, the dishes were slowly served one by one.
In keeping with the holiday atmosphere, every dish had Halloween elements: jack-o’-lantern sauce poured over truffle steak, creamy soup served in pumpkin bowls, and dessert cakes topped with little ghosts made of white chocolate, all beautifully plated.
Meng Shuyou took out her mobile phone, snapped a few photographs, and posted them to Moments.
Less than two minutes after posting, a message popped up in the group chat.
Mia: “Has the competition ended? Who’s she dining with behind our backs? @Yaoyao”
Winnie: “How do you know Yaoyao is dining with someone else? What if she’s alone?”
Mia: “Can she eat that many dishes by herself? And look at the bottom right corner of the sixth picture—there’s a bit of clothing hem.”
Winnie: “You’re like Sherlock Holmes; you even noticed such a tiny detail.”
Mia: “Of course.”
Meng Shuyou silently set down her tableware, picked up her mobile phone, and replied: “Mister Pei came to find me.”
Winnie only asked one question: “Are you coming back tonight? If you do, will you still love me?”
Meng Shuyou curved her lips and replied with a “love you forever” sticker.
Winnie: “Why only answer half the question?”
Meng Shuyou: “I’m not sure either.”
Mia: “Do you even need to ask? It’s been over a month since school started; finally seeing each other, it’s sure to be dry wood and blazing fire, big do and special do.”
Winnie: “The words are crude but the reasoning isn’t, but yours are way too crude.”
Mia: “Cut it out; there are no outsiders here.”
Meng Shuyou’s ears turned red from their teasing.
“Not hungry?” Pei Yuzhou spoke up as a reminder, “Eat first.”
“Oh.” Meng Shuyou turned off the screen, set down her mobile phone, and picked up her knife and fork.
After the meal, Pei Yuzhou took her out of the restaurant.
Just as they reached the doorway, Meng Shuyou suddenly remembered she’d forgotten something, “I forgot the candy.”
Pei Yuzhou’s tone was very flat, “It’s just a few candies; if you want some, I’ll have someone buy them for you.”
“It’s at least a child’s sentiment; don’t waste it.” Meng Shuyou quickly turned back to the dining table and put the candy the little boy had given her into her pocket.
The driver had pulled the car up to the doorway ahead of time. Once they got in, he asked: “Mister, back to the residential area?”
Pei Yuzhou lightly hummed “mm.”
Meng Shuyou was now certain she wouldn’t be able to return to school tonight.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the villa.
The last time she’d been here was during summer vacation when she’d come to make peace with him.
Before her thoughts could settle, as soon as they entered, Pei Yuzhou pinned her against the door and kissed her, his breath forcefully invading as their lips pressed tightly together.
Her breath was taken away; Meng Shuyou gradually couldn’t catch her breath. She pushed at him, her chest heaving as she said: “Mister Pei… it’s still daytime…”
“What’s wrong with daytime?” He didn’t mind, his fingertip undoing the button of her knit sweater, his finger pad slowly rubbing against her skin.
Meng Shuyou’s eyes were watery, innocently gazing at him, “Can we go to the room?”
Pei Yuzhou obliged her, scooping her up by the waist and heading toward the elevator entrance.
Meng Shuyou wrapped her arms around his neck.
The elevator reached the third floor; they kissed all the way back to the bedroom, clothes scattered on the floor.
On the bed, Pei Yuzhou half-knelt on it, pressing her beneath him, murmuring against her ear, “That little brat calls you older sister and me uncle, so what should you call me?”
Meng Shuyou hadn’t expected him to mind this, “Children speak without thinking; don’t take it to heart…”
She mumbled softly, “Besides, isn’t it pretty normal for him to call you uncle?”
After all, he was almost thirty, while the child was only about five or six.
Pei Yuzhou caught her implied meaning, “Think I’m old?”
He deepened his movements.
Meng Shuyou clutched the bed sheet, panting lightly, “I didn’t…”
Mature, experienced, and capable—it was a fatal male charm.
Besides, at his age, he wasn’t old at all.
Pei Yuzhou gripped her waist, burying himself in the crook of her neck to suck and bite.
Meng Shuyou’s eyelashes trembled, her bones going soft and numb, “Really not; believe me.”
Pei Yuzhou eased off her a bit and deliberately asked: “How should I believe you?”
Meng Shuyou’s eyes clouded with a layer of moisture, her vision blurring as she moved her lips: “Mister Pei proves it with his actions; he’s not old at all.”
“Is that so.” Pei Yuzhou’s lips curved faintly, “In that case, I can’t let down your words.”
His broad hand palmed her thigh.
They were inseparably close.
Meng Shuyou couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
