Chapter 5: Does Mister Pei Have A Girlfriend
Meng Shuyou didn’t expect that she would really get into trouble.
She heard that upstairs were VIP private rooms, a place where people in the business district discuss business, so she took the elevator up, only to be entangled by a spoiled second-generation rich kid and pulled into the private room to drink with them.
She couldn’t afford to offend that group of people; not only did they make her drink with them, but they also wanted to touch her inappropriately.
She finally found an opportunity to run out, and as soon as she stepped out the doorway, she saw Pei Yuzhou. Meng Shuyou didn’t know if this counted as a blessing in misfortune.
No matter what, he was the only lifesaver at the moment.
“Mister Pei, help me, they forced me…” She gripped the man’s shirt tightly, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes wet as she looked to him for help.
Anyone who saw it would be moved.
Pei Yuzhou frowned, “Let go.”
The girl in his arms had disheveled hair, and there were wine stains on her skirt that had rubbed onto his white shirt.
His germaphobia was acting up; it was already good that he hadn’t thrown her off right then.
The man from the private room chased out.
Meng Shuyou glanced back, instinctively hiding behind Pei Yuzhou, “They’re bullying me… I’m not letting go…”
That young master spoiled rich kid saw this scene and was immediately dumbfounded, feeling scared deep down, trembling as he said, “Mister Kerwin, she… is she yours?”
Pei Yuzhou gave him a cold sidelong glance, “Who gave you the nerve to cause trouble here?”
The powerful aura belonging to someone in a high position permeated invisibly, commanding respect without anger.
That man was so scared his legs went weak, his back chilled, “Sorry, I won’t dare again, I’ll get lost right now.”
Meng Shuyou watched the man who had been arrogant just moments ago now groveling and fleeing in panic.
Sure enough, Mister Pei’s status worked anywhere.
“Let go.” Pei Yuzhou repeated again.
Meng Shuyou quickly let go and apologized to him, “Sorry…”
“Thank you for helping me just now.”
Pei Yuzhou glanced over her chest.
The light-colored clothes were soaked with wine, clinging to her body, faintly revealing the lace outline underneath.
He withdrew his gaze and gestured to Mark, “Give her the clothes.”
The latter was stunned for two seconds before handing over the suit jacket in his hand to Meng Shuyou.
Mark was just surprised; the mister was never one to show pity to the fairer sex.
In the past, plenty of women had tried all sorts of ways to throw themselves into his arms, and he only felt disgust.
If he didn’t want others to approach, no one could get close.
Meng Shuyou looked down, her face flushing with embarrassment as she took the jacket to cover her chest, “…thank you.”
Mark spoke up as a reminder: “Mister, do you want to change clothes?”
The six-figure shirt was stained with champagne, wrinkled at the waist from being grabbed, essentially ruined.
Pei Yuzhou’s brow remained furrowed, “Back to the car.”
Seeing him about to leave, Meng Shuyou hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, “Mister Pei, don’t go.”
If he left, wouldn’t her trip today be in vain?
Pei Yuzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, warning her to know when to stop.
Meng Shuyou shrank back her hand, her eyes reddening at the corners as she looked at him, “I’m afraid they’ll retaliate against me.”
Pei Yuzhou tugged the corner of his lip lightly, not sure if it was mockery or what, “If you’re timid, don’t come to places like this.”
“I thought it was safe here.” Meng Shuyou’s voice was low and weak.
After all, it was a high-end club, hosting prominent figures; who could have expected something like this to happen.
She thickened her skin and spoke up: “Where are you going? Could you give me a ride? My school isn’t far from here.”
Pei Yuzhou’s brow twitched slightly, “Miss Meng, do you know how to write the words ‘greedy for more’?”
“…You’re the only one I know here.” Meng Shuyou pleaded, “Be a good person to the end, okay?”
Pei Yuzhou had never heard anyone describe him with the words ‘good person’ before, and he scoffed, “Who told you I’m a good person?”
Meng Shuyou met his gaze, drawn in by those eyes—deep and inscrutable, revealing no emotion, impossible for anyone to read through, “You helped me, so of course you’re a good person.”
“Naive.” Pei Yuzhou intimidated her, “Do you know what the consequences are of getting into a random man’s car?”
Meng Shuyou wasn’t some naive little girl; even if he wasn’t a good person, she had no choice.
Either way, she was at the end of her rope; she might as well take a gamble.
“It’s so late; taking a cab alone isn’t safe either, and the consequences could be even worse…”
Pei Yuzhou ignored her and turned to walk toward the elevator.
Meng Shuyou didn’t know what he meant, whether he agreed or not—couldn’t he say something?
After a moment of hesitation, she hugged the jacket and silently followed, keeping pace right behind him.
The man’s back was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
His legs were long; the distance of one step required two or three from Meng Shuyou.
Mark called the driver, instructing him to bring the car to the club doorway.
As they exited the hall, dense rain threads pelted their faces, the chill piercing and drilling into their skin.
Meng Shuyou couldn’t help but shiver, hugging her arms and wrapping the suit jacket tighter around herself.
His clothes carried a clear, elegant fir scent mixed with a faint tobacco aroma, probably from the cigar, and it wasn’t unpleasant at all.
The jacket was oversized, the hem reaching her thighs, making her figure seem even more delicate.
The driver got out of the car and came over with an umbrella.
Mark took the umbrella handle and held it open for Pei Yuzhou.
“Mister Pei…” Meng Shuyou mumbled, “It’s raining, hard to get a cab.”
Pei Yuzhou turned to look at her, his low voice cold and indifferent, “Get in the car.”
Meng Shuyou was secretly delighted inside and smiled, “Thank you, Mister Pei!”
The driver stepped forward and held the umbrella over her head.
After getting in the car, the car door closed, shutting out the cold air.
The Cullinan slowly started up and drove away from the club.
Mark sat in the co-pilot seat and asked, “Miss Meng, where is your school?”
Meng Shuyou answered, “Art Academy in the Loop district, thanks for the trouble.”
The brief conversation ended, and the inside the car fell quiet.
Building lights flashed past the car window, the light spots hazy.
Meng Shuyou quietly stole a glance at the person beside her with her peripheral vision.
The man’s left hand propped against his temple, eyes closed as he leaned back in the seat to rest.
His side profile outline remained sharp in the alternating light and shadow, this bone structure too authoritative, combining the facial advantages of European and Asian races.
Meng Shuyou was entranced.
She didn’t expect him to suddenly open his eyes.
His sharp gaze shot over.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She panickedly looked away and tried to find a topic, “Mister Pei, sorry, I got your clothes dirty. I can take them to the dry cleaners for you.”
She couldn’t afford to compensate him; her pocket money wasn’t nearly enough.
Pei Yuzhou’s voice was low and deep, “You’re very noisy.”
Meng Shuyou awkwardly shut her mouth; it was the first time in her life someone had called her noisy.
Did he have to be so aloof?
At this moment, Mark turned back to glance at Pei Yuzhou and reported in a low voice, “Mister, the airplane has been arranged, we can depart tomorrow.”
The man gave a faint “mm.”
Meng Shuyou bit her lip, hesitating to speak but unable to hold back, “Mister Pei, are you leaving tomorrow?”
He lifted his eyelids slightly, “So?”
“How will I return your jacket then?”
“Throw it away.”
“…”
Such an expensive jacket, just throw it away?
If she threw it away, what reason would she have to find him again?
“Um…” Meng Shuyou said haltingly, “Can I ask a question?”
“Speak.”
A single word, sparing with words.
Meng Shuyou paused for a moment, taking a silent deep breath, “Does Mister Pei have a girlfriend?”
