Chapter 125:
Pei Yuzhou lowered his gaze and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me in advance before coming?”
Meng Shuyou didn’t react, drowsiness overwhelming her brain, her consciousness foggy, her breathing gradually becoming even.
This time she was really asleep.
The man mischievously pinched her nose with a bit of force, “What alcohol tolerance, daring to drink so much.”
Meng Shuyou hummed and pushed his hand away, then continued sleeping.
The Maybach merged into the main road traffic.
The mobile phone on the center console rang.
Mark, sitting in the passenger seat, picked it up for a look and handed it to Pei Yuzhou, “Mister, Mister Zhao’s telephone call.”
Pei Yuzhou freed up one hand and answered.
Zhao Hesong’s voice came through: “Brother Zhou, what’s your situation? Haven’t you ended over there yet? Everyone’s waiting for you.”
Pei Yuzhou lowered the volume, “Something came up temporarily, no time. You guys have fun, put it on my tab.”
“Does the company have some urgent matter to handle again?”
“Private matters.”
“Private matters?” Zhao Hesong guessed casually, “Meng Shuyou?”
Pei Yuzhou hummed, “Hanging up.”
Zhao Hesong hadn’t expected to guess correctly and said sarcastically on purpose, “Fine, prioritizing romance over friendship, huh.”
Pei Yuzhou couldn’t be bothered to respond.
Meng Shuyou slept the whole way and woke up in a daze when the car had already entered the underground garage.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around, “What time is it?”
Pei Yuzhou raised his hand to check his wristwatch, “Eleven o’clock.”
The little girl seemed still groggy from sleep, “What date?”
“The eighteenth.”
“Then it hasn’t passed yet.” She mumbled, hugged Pei Yuzhou’s neck tightly, and said half-drunk half-awake, “Happy birthday.”
A spot in Pei Yuzhou’s chest softened slightly, like it had been bumped, his palm rubbing the back of her head, “Mm, I heard it.”
“Did you eat cake?”
“I don’t like eating it.”
“Then you didn’t make a wish.” Meng Shuyou felt sorry for him, “Wasted a birthday wish.”
Pei Yuzhou chuckled lightly. He never pinned his hopes on anything unrealistic; whatever he wanted, he got.
“Giving it to you. Do you have a wish?”
“Me?” Meng Shuyou tilted her head and thought, “Then I hope my paintings can be seen by more people, and that one day, I can have my own solo art exhibition.”
As she said this, her eyes were bright and clear, filled with longing light.
Pei Yuzhou raised his brow, his tone casual, “That’s not simple?”
Meng Shuyou pouted in rebuttal, “Where is it simple? Not simple at all.”
There are so many people studying art, only a very few with both strength and luck get the opportunity to make it big—the probability is almost one in ten thousand, with plenty of talented people buried.
The car came to a stop.
Mark got out first and opened the rear car door.
Meng Shuyou was carried into the house, the alcohol’s aftereffects still lingering, her head dizzy.
Pei Yuzhou instructed the servant to cook a bowl of hangover soup and send it to the room.
Heading upstairs, just as he was about to enter the master bedroom, Meng Shuyou suddenly spoke up: “Wait…”
She pointed to the side, “Go to that room.”
Pei Yuzhou’s brow furrowed slightly, “Not sleeping in the good master bedroom but the second bedroom?”
Meng Shuyou insisted, “I want that room.”
Pei Yuzhou feared she’d make a fuss again and could only indulge her.
Pushing open the door, he casually pressed the switch on the wall.
The light suddenly brightened, and his peripheral vision inadvertently swept over the easel by the window, his expression freezing for a moment.
The person in the painting was unmistakably him.
Meng Shuyou looked up, studying his features up close, then comparing to the oil painting—it should capture about seventy to eighty percent likeness.
“My painting, is it good-looking?”
Before Pei Yuzhou could speak, she continued muttering: “You don’t even know how fierce you were then. I didn’t hear clearly what you and Ellen were saying at all, and I couldn’t understand anyway. I just thought your voice was nice, and then you caught me red-handed…”
Her red lips opened and closed, chattering on.
Pei Yuzhou lowered his head and blocked her nonstop little mouth.
“Mm—”
The unfinished words were swallowed in the scorching breath, the remaining alcohol in her mouth spreading between their lips and teeth.
Meng Shuyou didn’t know when she ended up on the bed, their breaths entwining.
The zipper slid down, the knit dress peeled from her body.
Pei Yuzhou propped himself on one hand beside her, the other hand deftly undoing her buttons.
In a gasp for breath, Meng Shuyou opened her eyes, her gaze hazy with watery light, still not forgetting to ask: “You haven’t answered yet—do you like the painting I gave you?”
