Chapter 8: What Do You Want From Me
“Exciting.” Zhao Hesong gloated, “Wilson has been arrogant for so long, but he didn’t expect to lose to a girl today. Now this defeat will spread in the social circle.”
Pei Yuzhou looked at the person on the screen, wearing a red and white race car suit, holding a helmet in his arms, looking refreshed and capable, completely different from his usual style.
The good girl plays racing, it seems her courage is not small at all.
A group of people watched the whole process from the stands.
Competition end.
Wilson angrily slapped the steering wheel, cursing under his breath: “Shit!”
Winnie turned into a little fangirl, “Yaoyao, you’re so cool!”
Mia deliberately raised her voice, “Some people look down on girls, but in the end, they still lose to us.”
Wilson lost face and slammed the car door, preparing to leave.
Mia immediately went over to stop him, “Hey hey hey, young master, did you forget something? A bet is a bet, with so many witnesses.”
Wilson couldn’t save face and mumbled “sorry” before walking away.
Mia complained dissatisfiedly, “What? I couldn’t even hear it clearly!”
Meng Shuyou comforted her, “No need to let someone like that affect your mood.”
Mia nodded, “Yeah.”
“To be honest, I was dying of nervousness. I heard that Wilson has been racing for five or six years.” Winnie linked arms with Meng Shuyou, “Yaoyao, you really dared to accept his bet.”
Meng Shuyou actually didn’t have much confidence either. At first, she deliberately fell behind to make him complacent, then seized the last opportunity to go all out, overtaking on the curve.
She had never floored the accelerator so hard, challenging the limits.
She really enjoyed the thrill of adrenaline surging during acceleration, all stress and worries thrown to the back of her mind, with only the roar of the engine and the sound of free wind in her ears.
Learning to race was her first rebellion after coming to America.
In the past ten years, the sports she was exposed to were golf and equestrian, which she didn’t like at all.
In the Meng Family, she couldn’t even choose her own interests and hobbies.
Without the annoying stinky man, Mia happily drove two laps, having her fill.
Near noon, the three entered the club restaurant to eat.
They chose a spot on the balcony, with good lighting, perfect for photos.
Mia and Winnie went to the bathroom, letting Meng Shuyou order first.
Upstairs was exactly a terrace.
Zhao Hesong stood there smoking, glancing down with the corner of his eye, “Isn’t that the girl from the race just now?”
Pei Yuzhou leaned casually against the railing, looking over following his gaze.
The girl had already changed back into her own clothes, white sweater, with a little Xiangfeng coat over it, and Martin boots on her feet.
Very obedient attire.
Zhao Hesong sighed, “So damn pure.”
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, it would really be hard to imagine her racing so fiercely, the contrast maxed out.
Meng Shuyou had just ordered the dishes when a yellow curly-haired guy came to strike up a conversation, asking for her contact info.
“I really like you, can we be friends and get to know each other?” Foreigners are always direct when speaking, no beating around the bush.
She refused directly, “Sorry, you’re not my type.”
The guy didn’t give up easily, “Then what type do you like? I can change for you.”
Meng Shuyou thought for a moment, a figure emerged in her mind, and she blurted out, “I like ones who are 1.9 meters tall, broad shoulders narrow waist, light green pupils, double eyelids, high nose bridge, thin lips, and mixed blood.”
These conditions couldn’t even be achieved with plastic surgery.
The guy knew it was hopeless and retreated, “Sorry to bother you.”
Zhao Hesong found it more and more familiar the more he listened, then reacted and turned to the person next to him, looking surprised, “Brother Zhou, isn’t she describing you?”
Every single one matched, such a coincidence?
Meng Shuyou heard some sound and looked up, the man’s half-figure entered her view, “Mister Pei!”
Why was he here too?
She thought she wouldn’t run into him again.
Zhao Hesong’s gaze scanned back and forth, “So you two know each other?”
Pei Yuzhou didn’t deny it and stepped back inside.
Zhao Hesong smelled gossip and hurriedly followed, “What’s the situation, Brother Zhou? How do you know her?”
He only said two words: “Not familiar.”
Zhao Hesong couldn’t get anything out of him and had to drop it.
Meng Shuyou grabbed her mobile phone from the table and hurriedly left the restaurant, chasing upstairs.
Mister Pei’s assistant was guarding the private room doorway.
She went over and asked: “Is Mister Pei inside? Can I see him?”
Mark said: “The mister is in a video conference, no time.”
“Then I’ll wait here until he’s done.” Meng Shuyou leaned against the wall, lowering her head to text Winnie and Mia, telling them to eat first.
Mark: “The mister may not have time to see you, Miss Meng, please go back.”
Meng Shuyou insisted on waiting.
She waited over thirty minutes, her legs sore from standing.
The private room door finally opened.
Meng Shuyou immediately put away her mobile phone, curved her lips in greeting, “Mister Pei.”
The man’s tone was indifferent, “Something?”
“About last time, I want to thank you…”
“No need.”
Meng Shuyou pursed her lips, changing the topic, “Has Mister Pei had lunch? Can I treat you to a meal?”
Pei Yuzhou stared into her eyes, “Why don’t you just say it straight—what do you want from me?”
He laid it out plainly.
His gaze was sharp, as if it could pierce through the heart.
Meng Shuyou’s eyelashes trembled, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.
She almost forgot, with his experience and insight, seeing through her was too easy.
Silent for a moment, she spoke softly: “Can we talk alone?”
Pei Yuzhou turned and went inside.
Was this not even wanting to talk to her?
Meng Shuyou’s heart sank to the bottom.
The next moment, a cold voice came from inside, “Come in.”
Meng Shuyou was stunned, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.
After she entered, Mark tactfully closed the door.
Business private room, simple and elegant style, bright and transparent lighting.
Leather sofa matched with marble coffee table in color scheme, opposite wall with a huge display screen, probably for video conferences.
Pei Yuzhou leaned back there, long legs crossed, lifting his eyes to gaze at her quietly.
Meng Shuyou’s heart couldn’t calm down, she slowly walked over and sat on the sofa next to him, hands properly placed on her lap.
Next to him, the sense of oppression was very strong.
The man before her was probably one she could never see through.
“Not speaking?” Pei Yuzhou rotated the ring on his tail finger.
Meng Shuyou curled her palms, “Does it have to be wanting something?”
Pausing for an instant, she murmured softly, “Can’t it just be that I like you?”
Pei Yuzhou’s expression was flat, “What’s there worth liking about me?”
Meng Shuyou’s ears turned slightly red, “The mister is good-looking.”
She had plenty of experience being confessed to, but confessing to someone else was her first time. Even though it wasn’t sincere, she was still nervous, even more afraid of him seeing through her real thoughts.
“There are many good-looking people.” he said.
Meng Shuyou understood his implication, telling her to like someone else.
“I told you, don’t waste your effort.” Pei Yuzhou withdrew his gaze, issuing an order to leave, “Please go.”
Meng Shuyou pressed her lips tightly, her eyes drooping, unable to hide her dejection, “Sorry to bother you.”
With that, she stood up and left.
First confession, and rejected completely.
Not leaving any room at all.
