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When they arrived at the set parking lot, Pei Yan slowly stepped on the brakes.
After parking the car steadily, he finally turned to look at the quiet woman beside him. Remembering what she had just said, Pei Yan repeated the question word for word, “Our relationship.”
He paused, then lowered his gaze, “Sheng Chun, in your opinion, what is our relationship?”
Sheng Chun was originally a bit intimidated, feeling that such things shouldn’t be brought up.
Many things are fine if only you and I know.
But since it was already said, she wasn’t a coward.
Facing Pei Yan’s somewhat cold eyes, Sheng Chun threw the question back at him, “Whatever Mr. Pei thinks our relationship is, that’s what it is.”
Pei Yan: “...”
His hand rested on the steering wheel, and he remained silent for a long time.
Sheng Chun glanced at the time; it was running out. She turned to look at him, composed, “I have to go film.”
Pei Yan lifted his chin slightly.
Sheng Chun pushed the door open, got out of the car, and walked inside without looking back.
Sheng Chun and Pei Yan rarely argued when they were together.
Sheng Chun was the type who could be appeased with a small gift, and Pei Yan would never argue with her. They were very compatible in bed, and even if there were any disagreements, they could reconcile at night.
But this time was different.
This time, it was silence.
It wasn’t the kind of anger Pei Yan felt when Sheng Chun ate crayfish or hot pot at home; this was Pei Yan unilaterally sulking.
The day she finished filming and returned to the hotel, he was no longer in the room, and his belongings were gone.
Sheng Chun had to ask Xiao Rui to inquire before she found out that Pei Yan was already scheduled to go abroad and had simply come to see her before his trip.
That night, Sheng Chun lay in bed, looking at her phone.
Normally, she would contact Pei Yan in the evening. Even if there was nothing major, Pei Yan would ask about her daily life.
But this night, until she went to sleep, Sheng Chun received no calls or messages from him.
In the following days, Sheng Chun simply pushed the matter to the back of her mind.
Hmph.
She could live without a man; admitting she was wrong was impossible. Besides, she had already said it: whatever he said, it was. It was his fault for not saying anything himself.
Thinking of this, Sheng Chun felt a bitter pang in her heart.
Unbeknownst to her, their daily interactions with Pei Yan had caused her to be increasingly influenced by his emotions, uncontrollably so.
This was not a good sign.
With this thought, Sheng Chun suddenly forced herself to remove him from her mind and focus on filming.
In a flash, over a month passed.
Sheng Chun’s scenes were wrapped up.
________________________________________
Upon returning to Beicheng, Sheng Chun debated where to stay.
She had been acting for so many years and already owned her own apartment. Although it wasn’t huge, it was perfectly comfortable for one or even two people.
Just as Sheng Chun was pondering, Bo Ying’s call came in.
“Chun Chun, are you back?”
Sheng Chun smiled, curving her lips, “I’m back.”
She tilted her head, chuckling, “Wanna meet up?”
Bo Ying: “Sure, do you want to meet at home or out?”
Sheng Chun originally wanted to say meet at her place, but then she thought, “Will Mr. He allow it if we go out?”
Bo Ying was speechless, “He can’t stop me even if he doesn’t allow it.”
“Then let’s go out,” Sheng Chun said, “I kind of want to go clubbing.”
Bo Ying’s eyes lit up, “Great!”
She hadn’t been to a bar in ages either.
With Bo Ying’s invitation, Sheng Chun stopped thinking about where to stay.
She went straight back to Pei Yan’s place. When she got home, the auntie told her he was at the office.
Since Sheng Chun wasn’t home, the walk-in closet had been neatly tidied.
She stared at it for three seconds, then opened her suitcase and started pulling things out. Her date with Bo Ying was for the evening, so she had plenty of time.
Sheng Chun casually grabbed a nightgown and went into the bathroom to shower.
After showering, she took a nap to catch up on sleep.
At five o’clock, Sheng Chun finally got up to do her makeup and change.
It had been too long since she’d gone clubbing, and Sheng Chun wasn’t sure what to wear. After asking Bo Ying what color dress she was wearing, Sheng Chun picked a matching sister outfit, applied makeup that made her look especially young, and she looked like a peeled peach—exceptionally tender.
After finishing her makeup, Sheng Chun couldn’t resist taking two selfies.
She posted them on Weibo.
[Sheng Chun V: Filming wrapped! Time for some happy fun.]
As soon as the Weibo post went live, many of her special followers immediately received her message.
Fans commented, saying, “Chun Chun is truly pure today!! Like a 16-year-old girl.”
Sheng Chun posted it, then didn’t look at it again.
She tossed her phone into her bag and walked out in high heels.
At the same time, Pei Yan, who was in a meeting, received a special notification.
His Weibo app had been installed by Sheng Chun, who told him he was only allowed to follow her, and as a special follower at that.
Pei Yan never paid much attention to such things.
If it made her happier this way, it was fine.
He lifted his eyelids to glance at the manager giving the report, then lowered his eyes and clicked on the pop-up notification.
He clicked on it and immediately saw the selfie Sheng Chun had posted.
Pei Yan paused slightly, checked the time, and frowned.
Happy fun?
Where was she going?
He clicked on her comment section and saw not only praises but also comments that made him slightly uncomfortable.
They called her “childish” and said they wanted to sleep with her.
Pei Yan’s finger moved, and he directly reported them.
His face was grim, making the assistant beside him, Jian Xiangchen, afraid to breathe.
After reporting, Pei Yan exited Weibo and sent Sheng Chun a message.
Pei Yan: [Home yet?]
After sending it, there was no reply from the other side.
Actually, the minor argument between them, from Pei Yan’s perspective, was over by the next day.
He rarely dwelled on such matters. As for why he hadn’t contacted her, it was because he was busy.
Pei Yan was much like Sheng Chun; when they were busy, neither would remember to contact the other. This was an unspoken habit between them, and they rarely pressed each other for details.
He wouldn’t ask too much about Sheng Chun’s schedule, and Sheng Chun wouldn’t ask about his.
Naturally, they just lost contact.
At six o’clock, Pei Yan was about to leave work.
He glanced at his phone; Sheng Chun still hadn’t replied.
Normally, after finishing a drama and returning home, Sheng Chun would take a nap. He thought about it and guessed she might be sleeping.
“Mr. Pei.”
Jian Xiangchen pushed the door open and entered, “The VP asked me to ask you if you’re going to the dinner party tonight?”
Pei Yan looked at him, “No.”
Jian Xiangchen replied, “Okay.”
Pei Yan left work on time.
When passing a small shop, he called out, “Stop the car.”
The driver stopped, “Mr. Pei, are you buying something?”
Pei Yan hummed, “Wait for me here for a moment.”
He got out and walked towards a dessert shop on the side.
A few minutes later, Pei Yan emerged with a bag.
The driver glanced at it. If he remembered correctly, this was Miss Sheng’s favorite dessert shop.
If he guessed correctly, Miss Sheng must have come home.
When Pei Yan arrived home, only the auntie was there.
He frowned, looking at Sheng Chun’s indoor slippers at the shoe cabinet by the door. A bad premonition entered his mind.
“Young master, you’re back.”
The auntie had been arranged by the Pei family and had taken care of him for many years.
Pei Yan hummed in response and looked at her, “Where’s Sheng Chun?”
The auntie paused, surprised, “Didn’t Chun Chun tell you?”
Pei Yan frowned.
The auntie said, “Chun Chun said she was meeting friends for dinner tonight and wouldn’t be eating at home.”
Pei Yan’s hand, holding the bag, paused. His gaze sharpened, “She’s not home?”
“Yes.”
“What time did she leave?”
“A little after five.”
The auntie looked at Pei Yan’s displeased expression, timidly saying, “Chun Chun really didn’t tell you?”
Pei Yan: “...”
He gave a low hum, casually placing the bag on the table, and asked in a low voice, “Did she say where she was going?”
“...No.”
The auntie thought for a moment, then whispered, “But she was dressed very beautifully.”
“...”
________________________________________
Sheng Chun and Bo Ying first had a big meal out.
After eating to their hearts’ content, the two of them showed up at the bar.
Considering safety and privacy, they went to Jiang Chen’s bar. Bo Ying was familiar with it, while Sheng Chun was only moderately so, but she had worked with Jiang Chen’s wife, Shen Muqing, and was friends with her.
When they arrived, Jiang Chen and Shen Muqing also happened to be at the bar.
“Want to go to a private room?” Shen Muqing asked, “Or stay downstairs?”
Bo Ying looked at Sheng Chun.
Sheng Chun thought for a moment, “Let’s stay in a private room for a bit. The main floor isn’t lively yet, maybe we can go down later?”
“Good idea.”
The two followed Shen Muqing and Jiang Chen to a private room.
It was quiet inside. Shen Muqing also had someone send a lot of delicious food. She had some other business to attend to and couldn’t stay there the whole time, so after greeting Bo Ying and Sheng Chun, she and Jiang Chen left first.
The private room instantly became quiet.
Bo Ying poked her arm. Sheng Chun lowered her gaze, asking with her eyes, “What’s wrong?”
“Are you in a bad mood?” Bo Ying asked while eating fries, “Why do you want to drink as soon as you get back?”
Sheng Chun chuckled, leaning against her, “Is it that obvious?”
“A little bit.”
Sheng Chun hummed, “It’s not that I’m in a bad mood, I just don’t want to go home.”
Bo Ying raised an eyebrow, “Did Pei Yan make you angry?”
“No,” Sheng Chun didn’t hide it from her, saying softly, “We’re in a cold war.”
“Ah?”
Bo Ying didn’t understand, “Why?”
Sheng Chun looked at her curious and gossipy eyes for a while, then rubbed her temples and said, “It’s a long story.”
Bo Ying blinked, “Then make it short.”
Sheng Chun: “...”
After Sheng Chun finished speaking, Bo Ying choked a bit.
She knew Sheng Chun and Pei Yan’s relationship wasn’t like a normal couple, but she also didn’t think they were purely a sugar daddy and mistress relationship.
How to put it.
Pei Yan’s daily attitude towards Sheng Chun was indistinguishable from how he would treat a girlfriend.
“Actually, I also want to ask, what kind of relationship do you think you have with Pei Yan?”
Sheng Chun glanced at her.
“Sugar baby, of course.”
Bo Ying choked, then asked her, “Which sugar daddy’s little darling dares to ignore their sugar daddy for a month?”
Sheng Chun: “?”
“Also, the sugar daddy wants to visit his little darling on set, right? The little darling would be thrilled, but you refused. And the key is that you refused, and Mr. Pei actually listened. Don’t you think there’s something wrong with that?”
Sheng Chun: “???”
She hadn’t thought so.
Bo Ying looked at her raised eyebrow and continued, “Sugar daddy and mistress, your way of interacting isn’t really that.”
“We’re quite unconventional,” Sheng Chun said.
They certainly didn’t act like a sugar daddy and mistress. They were each getting what they needed.
She occasionally needed Pei Yan to provide her with resources.
And Pei Yan needed her as a female companion, to ward off other women, and even to deal with blind dates arranged by his family, and so on.
Of course, there was also a more important point: satisfying their physical needs.
Men have them, and women certainly do too.
Sheng Chun found Pei Yan amazing in bed and perfectly to her liking, and in that regard, Pei Yan was also incredibly compatible with her, so naturally, they wouldn’t separate.
Bo Ying looked at her, unyielding, and felt quite helpless.
“Anyway, I just think... you two are like a couple.”
“Mm,” Sheng Chun agreed, “A couple without too much emotional attachment.”
Bo Ying gave up.
Seeing Bo Ying’s expression, Sheng Chun chuckled, “Mainly... you don’t know how we started, so you might misunderstand.”
At this, Bo Ying’s eyes lit up.
She stared intently at Sheng Chun, “Then tell me, how did you two start?”
Just as Sheng Chun was about to speak, Bo Ying’s phone rang.
It was He Jingxiu calling.
“I need to take a call.”
“Go ahead.”
Bo Ying went to the quiet restroom to answer the call. Sheng Chun leaned on the sofa, drinking and watching the floor below.
They had a small window there that offered a view of the lively area downstairs.
Bored, Sheng Chun pulled out her phone and opened WeChat.
The day after their cold war began, Sheng Chun had muted her chat with him. When it was muted, she wouldn’t think about it.
Later, when dealing with others, his chat naturally fell to the very bottom, and she wouldn’t even scroll down to look.
Now, whether it was because of Bo Ying’s words or something else, Sheng Chun suddenly had the urge to unmute him.
She hadn’t even scrolled to the bottom to find his name when Pei Yan’s call came in first.
Sheng Chun stared at the caller ID for a few seconds, then answered.
After answering, both of them seemed to be in a stalemate, waiting to see who would speak first.
Hearing the noisy background on Sheng Chun’s end, Pei Yan frowned slightly, his voice deep, “What time are you coming back?”
Sheng Chun realized that women, at times, were very particular about words.
Pei Yan never asked her “When are you going home?”, but rather “When are you coming back?” Because that place wasn’t her home.
If he were her boyfriend, she thought he would probably ask her when she was going home.
Sheng Chun paused, took a sip of her drink, and pretended to be nonchalant, “Not sure.”
She savored the taste of the alcohol in her mouth, feigning indifference as she said, “What’s wrong?”
Pei Yan: “Nothing.”
“Oh,” Sheng Chun said coldly, “Then I’m hanging up.”
Pei Yan: “If you get drunk, call the driver.”
“Mm.”
After hanging up, Bo Ying also happened to come out.
Sheng Chun looked up at her, “Downstairs?”
Bo Ying: “Sure.”
The two went downstairs.
The place still wasn’t very lively, but someone was already performing on stage.
Sheng Chun rested her chin in her hand, drinking and watching, her mind wandering.
Bo Ying didn’t disturb her, quietly accompanying her.
Occasionally, she’d check her phone to chat with He Jingxiu.
It was past eleven o’clock.
The two were getting ready to leave.
He Jingxiu came to pick up Bo Ying, and Bo Ying turned to Sheng Chun, “Should we drop you off?”
Sheng Chun didn’t refuse.
She would be a third wheel tonight.
When they stopped at her doorstep, Bo Ying still wanted to get out of the car.
Sheng Chun quickly stopped her, “No need, I’m not drunk.”
Bo Ying: “Are you sure?”
“Mm-hmm,” Sheng Chun smiled, “Thank you, Mr. He.”
He Jingxiu said faintly, “You’re welcome.”
Only after seeing her open the gate to the yard did Bo Ying and He Jingxiu leave.
Hearing the car drive away, Sheng Chun walked two steps inside and accidentally twisted her ankle. She was wearing very high heels that night.
Sheng Chun winced in pain and angrily took off her high heels.
She squatted on the ground, poking the heel of her high-heeled shoe, mumbling, “You’re so mean, you’re still bullying me when I’m like this.”
The high heel didn’t respond.
Sheng Chun pouted, poking it again, “I don’t want you anymore.”
Pretty but harmful.
While Sheng Chun was squatting on the ground, mumbling intensely, the door of the house opened.
Pei Yan walked towards her in his loungewear. His shadow fell over her, and Sheng Chun looked up at him, using the light from the courtyard.
She couldn’t see clearly, so she squinted her eyes.
“What are you doing squatting here?”
Pei Yan looked down at her.
Sheng Chun was about to say “What’s it to you?”, but the words caught in her throat, and she pulled them back.
She opened her arms, taking the first step to reconcile the cold war.
“Hug.”
Pei Yan paused slightly. Seeing her flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t move.
Sheng Chun bit her lip, “It hurt me, my foot hurts.”
Only then did Pei Yan notice her foot.
He frowned, bent down, and picked her up, “The shoes!”
Sheng Chun gasped.
Pei Yan: “Don’t want them anymore.”
“No,” Sheng Chun patted his chest, “I want them, I like them.”
When she was drunk, she had all sorts of chaotic demands and was often unreasonable.
Pei Yan simply couldn’t argue with her and replied, “I’ll pick them up later.”
“Now.”
Sheng Chun hooked her arm around his neck and said seriously, “Right now.”
Pei Yan: “...”
Helplessly, he bent down while holding her, hooked her high heels, and carried both her and the shoes back into the house.
The auntie had already gone to rest.
The house was empty, with only them inside.
After putting her down inside, Pei Yan noticed her foot was red and swollen.
He frowned, looking at her, “I’ll get the medicine kit.”
“Oh,” Sheng Chun blinked, “Thirsty.”
“...”
Pei Yan, like waiting on an ancestor, poured her a glass of honey water, then went to find the medicine kit to put medicine on her foot.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”
As soon as he touched her foot, Sheng Chun suddenly cried out.
“Wuwuwuwu, you’re bullying me.”
Pei Yan was truly exasperated.
His temples throbbed, and he forced himself to calm down.
“It’ll be fine in a moment.”
“I don’t want to,” Sheng Chun pulled her foot back, looking pitiful, “You’ll hurt me.”
“I won’t,” Pei Yan patiently promised, “I’ll be very careful and gentle.”
He looked at her tear-filled eyes and compromised, “Put on the medicine, or it will hurt more tomorrow.”
“You don’t keep your word.”
Sheng Chun said, “I won’t believe you.”
Pei Yan had a headache, “When did I not keep my word?”
“That time,” Sheng Chun began to settle scores with him, “At the hotel.”
Pei Yan looked up.
Sheng Chun uttered each word distinctly, “I told you it hurt, and you still went in.”
“Which time?”
Pei Yan raised an eyebrow at her, and casually turned on the recorder on his nearby phone.
“Just that time,” Sheng Chun said, “The time you tied my hands.”
Subconsciously, Pei Yan remembered the time she was referring to.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze deepened, and he reminded her in a low voice, “If I’m not mistaken, that time you wanted to play a game, wasn’t it?”
“But you still hurt me.”
Sheng Chun said righteously.
Pei Yan chuckled softly, “My fault. How about I apologize?”
“Mm!” Sheng Chun nodded.
Pei Yan reached out his hand, “But this time, I definitely won’t hurt you.”
His voice softened considerably, “I’ll be very gentle.”
“Then kiss it.”
Sheng Chun misunderstood, extending her foot towards him, saying seriously, “You kiss it, and I’ll let you.”
Her skin was fair, and even her foot was exceptionally beautiful.
Small, round, and cute.
It was also because of this that the sprain looked especially obvious.
Pei Yan paused slightly, not moving.
“Why aren’t you kissing it?”
Sheng Chun tilted her head to look at him, “You don’t keep your word.”
She said angrily, “I don’t like you anymore.”
Pei Yan chuckled lowly twice, his warm palm covering the top of her foot, and he asked softly, “Do you really want me to kiss it?”
“Yes.”
Sheng Chun pouted, “Are you going to kiss it or not?”
Pei Yan: “If I kiss it, will you let me put on the medicine?”
Sheng Chun blinked, thought for a moment, and said, “Depends on your performance.”
As her words fell, Pei Yan knelt on one knee in front of her, lowered his head, and kissed the top of her foot. The kisses were dense, tingly, and made her heart pound uncontrollably, intensely so.
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