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Once in the car, Sheng Chun leaned against the window, inexplicably recalling Pei Yan’s last words to her.
Not a casual person.
Thinking of something, Sheng Chun couldn’t resist. She unblocked him from her blacklist and sent him a message.
Sheng Chun: [What did you mean by that last sentence?]
Pei Yan: [Figure it out yourself.]
Sheng Chun: [...]
If she could figure it out, would she still be asking him?
Sheng Chun wanted to ask more, but her agent called.
Sheng Chun had no choice but to temporarily put the question aside.
This postponement lasted until she was waiting for her flight.
Sheng Chun faintly felt she had a hint of the answer but didn’t quite dare to ask it aloud.
She thought for a while and then messaged Bo Ying.
Sheng Chun: [Yingying!]
Bo Ying: [Chun Chun!]
Sheng Chun: [...I have something, I need your advice.]
Bo Ying: [Tell me.]
Sheng Chun: [You remember what I told you about how Pei Yan and I started, back in the home theater?]
Bo Ying: [Mhm.]
Sheng Chun: [I told him the truth today, and he replied saying—’Do you think I’m such a casual person?’ What does that mean?]
Bo Ying: [??? You must be tired and confused lately, isn’t it obvious? It means that besides you, no matter how much others try to seduce or approach him, Mr. Pei won’t fall for it.]
Sheng Chun: [Is that so?]
Bo Ying: [Yes... And I actually haven’t told you something either.]
Sheng Chun: [?]
Bo Ying: [I asked He Jingxiu one day, and he said they actually knew all along that you were approaching Mr. Pei because of a bet with someone. It seems Mr. Pei knew the day you made the bet. They were listening not far away when you were talking.]
Sheng Chun: [??????????]
After Sheng Chun sent a string of question marks, Bo Ying confirmed it.
Sheng Chun was shocked.
She thought about the whole story, suppressing the turbulent waves in her heart. Yet, there were still things she didn’t understand.
If Pei Yan knew from the beginning that she was approaching him and seducing him because of a bet, then he would have known her intentions early on. So why did he... go along with it?
He even went along with it for nearly two years.
In these two years, he had many opportunities to ask her, but he never did.
Why?
It felt like she had the answer in her heart, but Sheng Chun didn’t dare to think about it.
In many situations, she was confident in herself.
But only with Pei Yan, she wasn’t so confident. What she said to Pei Yan today was because she had a bit of certainty; she could feel that Pei Yan liked her.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t dare to speak so boldly.
But to say that Pei Yan liked her a long time ago and willingly fell into her trap, she felt that was unlikely.
What charm did she have two years ago?
None, probably.
She was good-looking, but she hadn’t interacted with Pei Yan, and he wasn’t a superficial person.
Besides, there were certainly people in the industry more beautiful than her, if not countless.
On the plane, Sheng Chun still hadn’t figured out the answer.
Xiao Rui saw her constantly spacing out and called out several times, “Sister Chun Chun.”
“Hmm?”
Sheng Chun came back to herself, looking at Xiao Rui and asking, “Xiao Rui, am I pretty?”
“Beautiful,” Xiao Rui replied.
Sheng Chun nodded, “Am I the kind of beautiful that would make a monarch neglect his court?”
Xiao Rui: “...?”
She raised her hand and touched Sheng Chun’s head, “Sister Chun Chun, it’s modern times now, there are no monarchs.” As Sheng Chun was about to ask the next question, she added, “But you are the kind of beautiful that would make Mr. Pei work hard, earn money, and support you, you know?”
Sheng Chun didn’t know if she understood or not.
She was silent for a long time, then said, “Got it, Pei Yan would still want to go to work.”
Xiao Rui: “???”
What the heck?
Did she just say all that for nothing?
Sheng Chun didn’t ask her anymore. She pulled out her eye mask and said, “I’m sleepy, I’m going to sleep for a bit.”
“Oh.”
Sheng Chun slept until the plane landed.
As soon as she switched her phone out of airplane mode, she saw a message from Pei Yan, asking if she had landed.
It was sent five minutes ago.
Sheng Chun checked the time; it was a night flight, and it was already half past twelve.
She pursed her lips, then lowered her head and replied: [Just landed.]
Pei Yan: [Did the crew arrange for pickup?]
Sheng Chun: [Mm.]
Pei Yan: [Tell the driver to go slowly. Let me know when you get to the hotel.]
Sheng Chun: [Aren’t you sleeping yet?]
Normally, Pei Yan would be willing to stay up late only to “torment” her. Otherwise, if he didn’t have endless work, Pei Yan would go to bed by midnight.
He was so disciplined, it made him seem not like a young person.
Pei Yan: [You can sleep once you get to the hotel.]
Looking at his message, Sheng Chun subtly curved the corner of her lips and coolly typed an ‘Oh’ in reply.
An hour later, Sheng Chun checked into the hotel.
Once in her room, she messaged Pei Yan that she had arrived. He gave her a couple of instructions and urged her to rest early.
After exchanging goodnights, Sheng Chun put down her phone to wash up.
After washing up, she picked up her phone, intending to scroll through Weibo and Moments before sleeping.
But after less than two minutes of scrolling, another message from Pei Yan came.
Asking if she had laid down yet.
Sheng Chun: [? Why aren’t you asleep yet?]
Pei Yan: [Now.]
Sheng Chun paused, a particular guess forming in her mind.
She stared at her phone screen for a long time, struggling for a while, then asked him: [I chatted with Yingying tonight. She told me something, and I want to ask you about it.]
Pei Yan: [Ask away.]
Sheng Chun: [...Did you know very early on that Qu Yijia and I made a bet on who could sleep with you first?]
A moment after the message was sent, Pei Yan replied: [You won.]
Sheng Chun: [That’s not the point.]
Her face flushed crimson, a sense of shame welling up: [Answer my question seriously.]
Pei Yan: [Mm.]
Sheng Chun: [Then why... didn’t you expose me?]
Actually, she wanted to ask, Then why didn’t you expose me on the spot, and even played along with this game?
Pei Yan: [I’ll tell you next time.]
Sheng Chun: [?? Don’t keep me in suspense like this.]
Pei Yan: [Not sleepy yet?]
Sheng Chun: [I am. So when will you tell me?]
Pei Yan: [When I visit you on set.]
Sheng Chun: [You’re coming to visit me on set?]
Pei Yan: [Depends if you’re willing.]
Sheng Chun was speechless. She suddenly thought of their previous argument.
She had said, given their relationship, why would Pei Yan visit her on set?
Vaguely, she understood Pei Yan’s hint.
She rubbed the tip of her nose, then cautiously asked: [Are you still not going to think about it?]
Pei Yan: [Think about what?]
Sheng Chun: [You know what I mean.]
Pei Yan: [If I think any longer, I’m worried I’ll end up alone.]
Sheng Chun: [Good night.]
Seeing her evasive message, Pei Yan didn’t push her any further.
He subtly curved his lips: [Good night.]
________________________________________
After the opening ceremony, Sheng Chun entered a tiring and busy filming schedule.
There wasn’t much fun every day, just occasional chats with Pei Yan during her free time. Both of them were busy. Pei Yan knew she had just joined the crew and needed time to get into character, so he was thoughtful enough not to disturb her too much.
It was strange.
Sheng Chun really liked their current way of interacting.
She would tell Pei Yan interesting things that happened in her daily life, sometimes even about being scolded by the director. And Pei Yan, most of the time, would also share with her, such as what happened in a meeting today, which manager’s proposal was unreliable, or some office gossip.
When Sheng Chun said she was scolded by the director, Pei Yan would say that he wouldn’t invest in that director anymore, or that he would have the manager in charge put some pressure on the director to make him suffer a bit too.
Every time this happened, Sheng Chun would feel that Pei Yan was very childish.
But despite his childishness, she liked him very, very much.
Even more than before.
It seemed she liked every side of Pei Yan.
Sheng Chun’s film had a very long and arduous shooting schedule.
The director had high demands, and the actors who joined the crew could not take leave unless it was for an absolutely necessary and unavoidable important work commitment.
In a flash, Sheng Chun had been with the crew for over a month.
During this month, Sheng Chun was stuck in the boonies, her mouth so bland it was losing its taste.
Every day, she’d cry to her agent, cry to her assistant, occasionally cry to Zhou Luoling, and cry to Pei Yan, how much she longed for delicious food.
The crew meals and hotel food in this remote location were simply not good.
Seriously, they had no taste at all.
One day, Sheng Chun had just finished filming.
Xiao Rui came closer and whispered, “Sister Chun Chun.”
“What?”
Xiao Rui whispered, “Mr. Pei is here.”
Sheng Chun was startled, then her eyes lit up as she looked at her, “Where?”
“The hotel.”
Xiao Rui said, “Mr. Pei’s assistant told me. Shall we go back now?”
Sheng Chun nodded without thinking.
Once in the car, she messaged Pei Yan, but no one replied.
Sheng Chun raised an eyebrow, but she wasn’t in a hurry.
Back at the hotel, Pei Yan finally replied to her message.
It was a room number.
Sheng Chun said haughtily: [Mr. Pei, what does it mean to call an actress to your room? A casting couch?]
Pei Yan directly sent her a voice message: “If you mind, we can go to your room too.”
Sheng Chun was speechless: [Forget it, my room is too messy.]
Sheng Chun exited the elevator. Just as she was about to walk forward, she saw the person not far away.
Having not seen each other for over a month, the two silently looked at each other for a moment.
Sheng Chun didn’t move. Pei Yan lifted his foot, came over, took her hand, and led her towards his room.
Sheng Chun wasn’t coy and let him lead her.
Entering the room, Sheng Chun couldn’t help but laugh.
She saw the heart-shaped rose petals scattered on the floor and raised an eyebrow at Pei Yan, “What’s this all about?”
Pei Yan cleared his throat, saying flatly, “My assistant’s idea.”
“So cheesy.”
Sheng Chun scoffed without thinking, “It’s so tacky.”
Pei Yan: “...”
After complaining, Sheng Chun began to examine how Pei Yan’s room differed from hers.
In this secluded place, Pei Yan had booked the best room in the hotel.
Sheng Chun looked around and realized that the conditions here were truly limited. Although Pei Yan booked the best and most expensive room, it was just slightly larger with bigger windows, and nothing else.
She touched the tip of her nose and commented, “Your room isn’t much better than mine.”
“...”
Pei Yan didn’t respond to her.
“Hey,” Sheng Chun suddenly exclaimed in surprise, looking up at him, “What’s that smell?”
Pei Yan gestured, “Dinner.”
Sheng Chun’s eyes lit up, “Did you order takeout?”
She walked to the other side, “But there’s no takeout nearby, did you ask your assistant to buy—”
Before she finished speaking, Sheng Chun saw the homemade dishes she used to eat.
Her eyes paused for a moment on the food, then she looked up at Pei Yan.
Pei Yan pulled out a chair for her, his voice calm, “Not hungry yet?”
Sheng Chun sat down dazedly.
She lowered her head and sniffed, then asked uncertainly, “Did you make this?”
“Mm.”
Sheng Chun was shocked.
She looked up at the person sitting opposite her and opened her mouth, “You arrived very early?”
Pei Yan: “Enough time to cook a meal.”
Sheng Chun: “Why did you suddenly think of cooking?”
Hearing that, Pei Yan looked at her with a half-smile, “Who was it that said if they didn’t eat something delicious soon, their mouth would lose the taste for everything else?”
Exposed by him, Sheng Chun felt no embarrassment.
She hummed softly, saying haughtily, “That’s a fact.”
“Eat first,” Pei Yan’s cooking wasn’t exceptionally good, but he had specifically learned when he was with Sheng Chun before. He also made a last-minute effort before coming, learning a few of her favorite dishes from the auntie, so the presentation looked good.
Sheng Chun tasted it very seriously, “Delicious.”
She looked at Pei Yan, “Better than before.”
Pei Yan: “...”
The latter part of the sentence could have been left unsaid.
Sheng Chun understood his expression and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Eat more,” Pei Yan said.
“Mm.”
Sheng Chun was truly craving food. Aside from exchanging a couple of words with Pei Yan at the beginning, she was completely absorbed in eating afterward.
Only after she was full did she have time to speak.
“Why are you here today?”
Pei Yan informed her, “Passing by.”
“Ah?”
Pei Yan had a meeting in another city and would be passing through their location, so he squeezed out a day for her.
Sheng Chun said “Oh,” “Then when are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow.”
Sheng Chun raised an eyebrow. That’s good then.
There was still plenty of time.
Pei Yan lowered his gaze to her, and asked softly, “Don’t want me to leave?”
“...Of course not.”
Sheng Chun’s eyes darted around, and she said vaguely, “You came to see me with the answer, didn’t you?”
Pei Yan chuckled, countering, “What do you think?”
“How would I know?” Sheng Chun deliberately played coy.
Pei Yan replied, “Haven’t I been obvious enough lately?”
Sheng Chun pouted, “I want to hear you say it.”
His actions were certainly obvious, but women are visual and auditory creatures; they just want to hear it directly from the man.
She wanted to hear it, and Pei Yan didn’t feel too embarrassed to say it.
But just saying it dryly, he really didn’t know how to start. He got up, walked to Sheng Chun’s side, and pulled her onto the sofa to sit down.
“What are you—”
Before she finished speaking, Sheng Chun felt Pei Yan’s hand on her waist. Through her thin clothes, the warmth of his palm transferred to her.
His gaze was deep as he looked at her.
For some reason, Sheng Chun felt a little flustered. She was too familiar with his gaze. She subconsciously licked her lips. As her tongue just touched her lips, Pei Yan suddenly, without warning, held the back of her neck and kissed her.
Her breath hitched, her heart pounding violently.
Their noses touched, and Sheng Chun’s tongue was hooked by his; she had no time to resist. Pei Yan’s kiss was too sensual.
Sheng Chun’s sense of shame exploded.
His tongue swept through her mouth, kissing her without restraint.
After a long while, Sheng Chun couldn’t bear it and pushed him.
She still retained a tiny bit of sanity, knowing she hadn’t showered after a day of filming.
“Pei...”
Just one word slipped out before her tongue was bitten.
Sheng Chun: “...”
Pei Yan kissed her gently for a while, then pulled away.
His pupils were deep, his Adam’s apple bobbed. Hearing Sheng Chun’s hurried breathing, he said hoarsely, “Isn’t this obvious enough?”
“You still didn’t say it.”
Sheng Chun insisted.
Pei Yan had no choice. He opened his mouth and sucked on her earlobe, then said, “Sheng Chun.”
“Hmm?”
Pei Yan’s voice was deep, “I need a girlfriend. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
Sheng Chun listened, feeling a little like laughing.
“It’s clearly me who needs a boyfriend.”
Pei Yan acknowledged, chuckling softly, “I want to be your boyfriend, is that okay?”
Sheng Chun’s eyes darted around, and she said vaguely, “Barely okay.”
“Barely?”
Pei Yan’s hand clasped her waist, giving a light squeeze, “How barely?”
“Just very bar—”
Before she finished speaking, her mouth was blocked again.
The two had been together for so long, rarely being coy.
Pei Yan hadn’t “eaten meat” for over a month, so he naturally wouldn’t let go of the girlfriend he had finally gotten. And Sheng Chun, too.
Her body had long grown accustomed to his presence.
She couldn’t resist, actively responding to her newly appointed boyfriend.
The two kissed passionately.
At a crucial moment, Sheng Chun still remembered one thing: they were both dirty.
“Shower...” she reminded Pei Yan softly.
Pei Yan responded deeply, then carried her into the bathroom.
The hotel bathroom was very narrow.
The two could practically touch each other just by turning, but this conveniently suited Pei Yan.
Sheng Chun felt the warmth of his palm, and his breath on her earlobe.
Her whole body was hot and flushed, completely out of her own control.
The bathroom was simply too small.
Pei Yan frowned, carried her out, and when they lay on the bed, Sheng Chun vaguely remembered that Pei Yan still hadn’t told her something.
“Pei Yan...”
She called him.
The man responded, kissing her lips.
Sheng Chun’s hands were pinned down by him; she couldn’t move at all. She could only hear her own heartbeat, and his heartbeat close to hers.
Their heartbeats, like drums, were loudly struck.
Because of his actions, Sheng Chun forgot what she wanted to ask.
The hotel’s soundproofing didn’t seem very good. In a daze, Sheng Chun heard sounds coming from downstairs.
Subconsciously, she bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.
Suddenly, Pei Yan leaned down, blocking her mouth.
Swallowing all her moans.
...
Considering that Sheng Chun had to film the next day, Pei Yan reined himself in slightly.
He only “tormented” her twice.
But even those two times, Sheng Chun felt it was more prolonged and agonizing than previous three times.
Of course, it also seemed more pleasurable.
After showering again, she urged Pei Yan to open the window.
Pei Yan complied. When he returned to bed and held her in his arms, Sheng Chun became lucid.
“You still haven’t told me that thing.”
Pei Yan paused, then realized what she was referring to.
He lowered his gaze to her, “Do you know when I first saw you?”
Sheng Chun blinked.
Pei Yan told her it was at the end of a red carpet.
Sheng Chun was wearing a white gauze strapless gown, running like an escaping bride, because she was late for her film crew.
Pei Yan hadn’t noticed at first.
Someone nearby said, “There’s an unblemished fairy over there.”
Pei Yan glanced in her direction.
He couldn’t say it was love at first sight for Sheng Chun, but he was certainly captivated by her.
Afterward, he learned Sheng Chun’s name.
Later, they met a few times at different events, but Sheng Chun acted as if she hadn’t seen him. Occasionally, they’d exchange a greeting, and that was it.
At that time, Pei Yan actually didn’t have any improper thoughts; he just thought this actress was quite good, so he instructed his subordinates to promote her if there were resources available, as it was a small favor.
Even later, he attended an event with He Jingxiu and others and accidentally overheard the conversation between Sheng Chun and her fellow actress.
At that time, Luo Xiao or He Jingxiu teased him, asking, “Mr. Pei, the actresses are betting on who can sleep with you first. Who do you think has a better chance?”
How did Pei Yan respond then?
He looked at Sheng Chun, smiled, and said, “Her.”
Originally, everyone thought he wouldn’t bother to respond.
Who would have thought that he not only responded but also gave an answer?
Instantly, everyone understood.
Actually, later, when Pei Yan thought back, he wasn’t entirely sure what his mindset was at the time.
He just felt that since she wanted to seduce him and sleep with him, letting her have her wish seemed fine.
After all, he didn’t want her to lose.
Perhaps this relationship had some hints from the very beginning.
...
After Pei Yan finished speaking.
Sheng Chun was silent.
She stifled a laugh, “So you watched my performance for so long?”
Pei Yan chuckled, looking down at her, “I have to say, your acting was really bad back then.”
Sheng Chun kicked him.
“Then why didn’t you expose me?”
“Mm,” Pei Yan lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, “Couldn’t bear to.”
Sheng Chun was speechless.
After a moment of silence in Pei Yan’s arms, Sheng Chun opened her eyes and asked, “So... did you like me a long time ago?”
Pei Yan didn’t respond.
“I’m asking you, Mr. Pei.”
She reached out and pinched Pei Yan’s face.
Pei Yan helplessly, “I don’t know.”
Sheng Chun pouted, “You fell in love with me at first sight.”
Pei Yan glanced at her, and asked softly, “That conceited?”
“Then how else do you explain it?”
“Perhaps,” Pei Yan said. After all, he was indeed attracted to her at first sight.
Hearing this, Sheng Chun felt a little smug.
“Mr. Pei.”
“Hmm?”
“I want to hear you say it yourself.”
“Say what?”
“What do you think?”
Sheng Chun pestered him, saying pitifully, “Have you never told your girlfriend that you like her?”
Pei Yan was so pestered he couldn’t take it. He pulled her into his arms, rubbed his nose against hers, and sighed, “I like you.”
“Who likes whom?”
Pei Yan: “...Pei Yan likes Sheng Chun.”
“You have to call me Chun Chun.”
Pei Yan corrected himself: “Pei Yan likes Chun Chun.”
Sheng Chun’s face lit up with a smile. She tilted her head up and kissed his chin, “This is a reward for my boyfriend for telling the truth.”
Although it was childish, she really loved hearing such mushy sweet talk.
Pei Yan chuckled softly and couldn’t help but kiss her for a while longer.
When he finally let go, Sheng Chun opened her beautiful eyes and looked at him, “Pei Yan.”
“What is it?”
Sheng Chun: “Are you saying I’m not dreaming?”
Pei Yan: “You’re not.”
Sheng Chun nodded, “Then could you record something for me?”
“Record what?”
“Just keep saying, ‘Pei Yan likes Chun Chun.’ When you leave, I’ll listen to it, and then I’ll know this isn’t a dream.”
Hearing her unreasonable request, Pei Yan couldn’t help himself. He took her phone, looked at her with deep eyes, “Still not tired?”
“...”
Sheng Chun took the initiative, hooking her arms around his neck, “Then, Mr. Pei, do you want to make me even more tired?”
A newly appointed boyfriend would naturally not refuse such a request from his girlfriend.
In the latter half of the night.
Sheng Chun fell asleep in Pei Yan’s arms.
Pei Yan, however, was quite awake. To be honest, he never thought he could so easily say those mushy words Sheng Chun made him say.
He looked at Sheng Chun’s phone, which was placed to the side, picked it up, and in the quiet of the late night, as if compromising, recorded the message for her.
It was a compromise.
And yet, it wasn’t.
Ultimately, it was his willingness.
From the first time he met Sheng Chun to when she used him as a bet, Pei Yan seemed to have willingly followed her every step.
He willingly became her prey.
Even knowing she didn’t like him, he was willing to play along with her game, and even fall into it.
Because he thought, one day, she would fall in love with him.
At that time, she would be his prey.
The kind for a lifetime.
Of course, it was hard to say who was whose prey between them.
But it was undeniable that they were both willing to become each other’s ‘prey’.
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