Chapter 38: Busy Pursuing My Wife
Wen Yan’s hanging fingertips curled unconsciously, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength. The dim night cast bluish-grey shadows under his eyes, and his pale lips were pressed into a thin line.
He looked up at Pei Zhouye, his back straight, articulating every word clearly: “Even if I fall in love with anyone else, I won’t fall in love with you.”
The surrounding air pressure dropped abruptly.
Dark undercurrents rippled in Pei Zhouye’s pitch-black pupils. His Adam’s apple bobbed, spilling a suppressed sneer. “You could try to accept him, so why can’t you try to accept me? If you’re with me, I can give you whatever you want.”
“Are you going to force me again?” Wen Yan’s tone was calm. “The more you do this, the more I will only loathe you.”
“Is there someone else you like?” Pei Zhouye’s voice suddenly turned gloomy.
Wen Yan stared at the madness in the other’s eyes and pursed his lips. The days and nights where Pei Zhouye forcefully intruded into his life surged up like a tide at this moment. He suddenly found it ridiculous that he had deluded himself into thinking he could reason with Pei Zhouye.
Wen Yan’s silence made Pei Zhouye even angrier. Merely a guess caused those suppressed dark thoughts to spread instantly.
Why fall for Gu Yulan? Why fall for someone else? Would Wen Yan smile at another person in the future? Would he treat another person as well as he treated Gu Yulan?
It had only been two days—the two days after he returned to the country when he hadn’t kept watch—and Wen Yan had gotten together with someone else.
Pei Zhouye: “Who is it?”
Wen Yan was exhausted and impatient. He hadn’t yet moved on from the emotions regarding Gu Yulan, only to be interrogated by Pei Zhouye about unfounded things. At this moment, everything turned into a burning anger in his throat.
“Whoever I fall in love with has nothing to do with you.”
As if suddenly remembering something, Wen Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Didn’t you say you like me? That you could give me whatever I wanted? I want a normal life that belongs to me. Can you let me go?”
Pei Zhouye didn’t respond. His gaze fell to the ground, his thoughts unknown.
If Wen Yan really met someone suitable, could he help them fulfill their happiness?
The answer was obviously no. He couldn’t do it.
He would still try every means to break them apart.
Someone ran over from the distance, breaking the stalemate.
Shen Yao stood still in front of the two, breathing rapidly, and glanced at Pei Zhouye and Wen Yan.
“Brother, Uncle Pei is looking for you!”
Sensing something was wrong, he signaled the bodyguards at the door with his eyes and pushed open the tightly closed door.
Gu Yulan, his face covered in blood, sat with his head hanging low in front of a wooden table.
“Gu Yulan?” Shen Yao’s face stiffened for a moment before he slowly turned back. “Brother, how long are you going to keep him locked up? This is illegal imprisonment, isn’t it?”
Talk about turning things upside down! Two people lock the legitimate boyfriend in a room while standing outside for so long—who knows what they were chatting about.
Pei Zhouye’s expression finally returned to normal. He glanced at the opened door, then looked at Wen Yan.
“Shen Yao, take Wen Yan back.”
“Okay.” Shen Yao hesitated but couldn’t help asking, “What about Gu Yulan?”
Pei Zhouye: “Someone will send him back later.”
Shen Yao licked his lips. “Alright. I’ll smooth things over with the Gu family later so Gu Yulan won’t dare talk nonsense.”
“No need,” Pei Zhouye’s voice was cold. “I’ll handle the Gu family.”
Before leaving, Pei Zhouye leaned close to Wen Yan wanting to say something, but the other party avoided him, eyes indifferent.
His fingers unconsciously clenched and unclenched.
“No, I can’t.”
Shen Yao was confused. “Huh?”
Pei Zhouye didn’t explain further and turned to walk toward the main house.
The corner of Wen Yan’s lips hooked up in a sarcastic arc.
That “No, I can’t” was an answer to him.
Main House, Third Floor Study.
Father Pei slammed the table fiercely.
“Seran’s birthday banquet—you didn’t accompany him, and even went out? How do you expect others to view Seran?”
Pei Zhouye frowned impatiently. “No one can bully him. He’s an adult too; what could happen?”
Father Pei’s face turned red with anger. “What do you mean? How did you promise your Uncle Lin back then? Your Uncle Lin has only been gone a few years, and you’ve forgotten everything!”
At the mention of Uncle Lin, the impatience in Pei Zhouye’s tone lessened, replaced by a kind of irritability.
“I haven’t forgotten. I will always take care of him, but there’s no need for me to follow him every day.”
He had never forgotten Uncle Lin’s kindness, and for so long, he had responded to every request Lin Seran made.
Father Pei: “You can’t even do it for this one day today? You’re busier than me, the Chairman…”
“Very busy.” Pei Zhouye interrupted abruptly, finally losing his patience, his face cold.
Father Pei choked.
“What do you have to be busy with? Will Pei Corp stop turning without you for a day?”
He was already angry about not being able to keep Wen Yan, and now that this was brought up like this…
“I’m busy pursuing my wife.” Pei Zhouye frowned and looked up. “What does that have to do with Pei Corp?”
Father Pei’s expression froze, unable to believe what he was hearing.
“What about Seran?”
Pei Zhouye exhaled deeply, his brows knitting tighter. “What about him? It’s impossible between him and me, and I won’t treat him unfairly. He doesn’t have that kind of interest in me either.”
After speaking, he lost the patience to stay there and turned to leave.
He still had to deal with the Gu family’s matters; he had no time to talk nonsense here.
He hadn’t intended to come here in the first place, and now that he had, Pei Zhouye found that this trip was indeed a waste of time.
Inside the car.
Shen Yao didn’t call a driver; he drove himself.
Thinking of the scene where the two stood in stalemate just now, he sucked in a breath of cold air.
Wen Yan sat in the passenger seat, looking down at the phone he had just retrieved from Gu Yulan.
The interface on the phone showed Cheng Shangshi’s friend request. He hadn’t clicked accept or reject.
“Why didn’t you come to my brother’s company to be a model before?” Shen Yao asked casually, finding a topic to break the silence.
Wen Yan put the phone away. “I didn’t want to have anything to do with you guys.”
“You can’t say that.” Stung by the blunt coldness in Wen Yan’s tone, Shen Yao wanted to explain for Pei Zhouye. “He did shove some inconspicuous little resources your way, but…”
“What?” Wen Yan was stunned.
Shen Yao realized he had misspoken and shut his mouth.
Turns out Pei Zhouye hadn’t told Wen Yan about this at all.
Wen Yan recalled the invitations he had received one after another when he was modeling. An indescribable feeling slowly grew from the bottom of his heart. “What did you say? He shoved resources my way?”
Shen Yao saw the blankness on Wen Yan’s face from the corner of his eye. Gritting his teeth, he decided to say it all in one breath:
“Brother Pei invested in several small brands that even I wouldn’t look at, just because he was afraid you’d find out. He also asked people in my brother’s company to go to great lengths to formulate a development plan specifically for you. If you hadn’t terminated the contract, you’d probably be a long-term signed model for those brands by now.”
“That small modeling agency of Yang Chen’s terminated the contract with you and lied, saying it was your unilateral termination. I thought you knew about Brother Pei sending resources…”
Wen Yan lowered his eyes, his expression not much better.
No wonder Pei Zhouye said back then that he terminated the contract just because he knew Pei Zhouye had intervened.
At the time, he misunderstood and lost his temper at Pei Zhouye. But now the truth was out: it wasn’t Pei Zhouye who forced him to terminate the contract; the other party had even helped him.
How ironic.
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