Chapter 50: I Really Dislike The Smell Of Someone Else On You
Meng Shuyou’s heartbeat skipped a beat. “I didn’t. I refused.”
“Where’s your mobile phone?” Pei Yuzhou stood beside her, looking down at her imposingly, his voice low and heavy. “You got injured and didn’t think to call me?”
Meng Shuyou was startled by his fierce tone, her voice weak. “I was afraid you were busy…”
It wasn’t a serious injury anyway, so there was no need to call him all the time.
Pei Yuzhou narrowed his eyes. “So you think you did the right thing.”
Meng Shuyou truly didn’t know what she had done wrong. She hadn’t let Zheng Huaijin hold her on purpose either.
She didn’t understand why he was so angry.
Pei Yuzhou took a deep drag of his cigar, the nicotine entering his throat, his words heavier. “Speak.”
Meng Shuyou bit her lower lip lightly and compromised. “I was wrong.”
“Wrong about what?” he asked.
Meng Shuyou clutched the ointment. “Shouldn’t have troubled others.”
Pei Yuzhou bent down to stub out the cigar in the ashtray and picked her up with both arms to change position.
He sat back on the sofa, with Meng Shuyou sitting on him, facing each other with legs spread apart.
His leg muscles were firm and powerful.
Meng Shuyou didn’t dare move.
Pei Yuzhou’s palm clasped the back of her neck, his thin lips pressing down, brushing her cheek, his smoke-infused voice low and husky. “I really dislike the smell of someone else on you. What do you say we do about it, hm?”
His strong masculine scent enveloped her, carrying a faint licorice flavor.
Meng Shuyou’s breathing quickened slightly. “I-I’ll go take a shower, okay?”
“Too late.”
Pei Yuzhou pinched her chin to lift it and kissed her mouth, pressing into her lips and teeth.
His scent aggressively took over, the kiss growing harsher.
Meng Shuyou clutched his clothes tightly, her gasps intertwining lingeringly.
She was almost out of breath when he nipped the corner of her lip.
A tingling pain surged through.
His kisses trailed down her neck, leaving several red marks, vivid and ambiguous.
Meng Shuyou was forced to tilt her head back, her jawline and swan neck forming a beautiful arc, her skin flushing a light pink.
A large area of marks on her collarbone.
After a long time, the man finally released her.
The girl slumped on his shoulder to catch her breath, her eyes wet and red, looking thoroughly bullied.
–
Mark waited outside for a long time.
Finally, the private room door opened.
Pei Yuzhou carried Meng Shuyou out and left the club.
Silent all the way.
After getting in the car, Pei Yuzhou spoke first. “Shall we find a doctor to check?”
Meng Shuyou leaned back in the seat and shook her head silently.
It was just a minor scald, not serious enough to need a doctor.
He glanced at her ankle. “Does it still hurt?”
She still shook her head.
Pei Yuzhou’s gaze shifted up to her profile. “You’re not planning to talk to me anymore?”
Meng Shuyou’s grievance hadn’t faded, and she shot him a resentful glare. “Then what should I say?”
The corner of her mouth was bitten raw by him, stinging hotly.
Pei Yuzhou noticed her lip corner slightly swollen. “Come here, let me see.”
Meng Shuyou refused softly. “No.”
Before heading home, Pei Yuzhou instructed the driver to stop by the pharmacy to buy her some oral spray.
Mark couldn’t help but think too much.
Wasn’t it a scald? Why buy oral medicine?
As soon as Meng Shuyou got home, she headed straight to her room to shower and change clothes, picking out a round-necked loungewear to cover the kiss marks on her collarbone.
While looking in the mirror, she recalled his fierce kissing.
He was just too much, always biting her out of nowhere.
After showering, Meng Shuyou lay on the bed to rest, dozing off in a daze.
A knock sounded at the door.
She didn’t want to move and mumbled from under the quilt. “The door’s unlocked.”
The door opened, and a tall figure stepped in.
Meng Shuyou thought it was the servant, but the footsteps didn’t sound right. She pulled down the quilt and lifted her eyelids, seeing the man sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Come here for the medicine.” Pei Yuzhou said flatly.
She sat up on the bed. “I can do it myself.”
“Come here. I don’t want to repeat myself a third time.”
Meng Shuyou reluctantly scooted over and knelt beside him, muttering softly. “Always so fierce.”
“You haven’t seen fierce yet. Don’t make me angry.” Pei Yuzhou unscrewed the spray with one hand. “Open your mouth.”
Meng Shuyou obeyed obediently.
The inside of her mouth corner was slightly torn, her skin too delicate, swelling red from a single bite.
Pei Yuzhou sprayed twice on her wound.
It felt cool, and Meng Shuyou instinctively licked it.
The man’s fingertip pressed against her lip corner, brushed by her tongue tip, leaving a trace of wetness.
His eyes darkened, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly. “Don’t lick.”
Those two words inexplicably carried a tender tone.
The AC was on, yet she still felt a wave of heat.
Meng Shuyou uncomfortably lowered her gaze.
Pei Yuzhou set down the spray. “Give me your foot.”
She sat down and extended her right foot.
Pei Yuzhou held her calf and reapplied the scald ointment.
His palm was broad and warm, slightly callused, sending tingles where they touched.
After applying the medicine, he placed the ointment on the bedside table and carried her downstairs for dinner.
Meng Shuyou naturally wrapped her arms around his neck and said in his embrace, “I can walk myself.”
It was a scald, not a twisted ankle.
Pei Yuzhou gave her a side glance. “If not me, then who do you want to carry you?”
Meng Shuyou chose to shut up. “…”
Fine, carry her if he wanted.
–
This week at the art gallery, Meng Shuyou was the only one. Madam Kasa was going to Mexico for a friend’s wedding.
Before leaving, Meng Shuyou asked, “Are you really okay leaving the art gallery to me?”
“What’s there to worry about? It’s not like you’re going to sell my art gallery.” Madam Kasa teased. “Then I’d have to go find trouble with Kerwin.”
Meng Shuyou shook her head with a smile. “No, I’m just afraid I won’t do well.”
After all, she’d only been at the art gallery for two weeks.
“Several guests told me your explanations were spot on, and you independently closed a sale last time.” Madam Kasa encouraged her. “Actually, whether the artwork sells or not doesn’t matter. Those who understand my art will buy it naturally, and I wouldn’t sell to those who don’t, so no pressure.”
People in art should avoid valuing fame and fortune too highly. Once they lose their original creative intent, the artwork loses its soul.
Meng Shuyou nodded.
No wonder Madam Kasa’s works formed their own style, uninfluenced by others. She was truly insightful.
On Friday, Meng Shuyou arrived at the art gallery early.
No guests in the morning, so she tidied the upstairs art studio and inadvertently saw some of Madam Kasa’s sketches from before she became famous. Years later, the colors had faded.
It was clear her style wasn’t very mature back then.
Excellent artwork indeed required some experience to create.
Meng Shuyou thought, when could she have her own art gallery, with presentable works, living a simple life.
For her now, it was all wishful thinking.
In the afternoon, she received two guests but made no sales.
At five, another guest arrived, a friend of Miss Jenny from last time.
Ivy stated her purpose directly. “Can you paint my portrait?”
Meng Shuyou was puzzled. “Me?”
“Yeah, you’re Madam Kasa’s assistant, so your skill must be pretty good.” Ivy smiled. “Price isn’t an issue.”
Meng Shuyou didn’t agree easily. “Tell me your requirements first.”
“No special requirements, just make it realistic.” Ivy pulled out a photo on her mobile phone to show her. “I want to use it at my birthday banquet next week.”
