nycdaug Chapter 191: President Pei is both sensitive and well-endowed; I still prefer the physique of a matu
Chapter 191: President Pei is both sensitive and well-endowed; I still prefer the physique of a matu
"Leave it for next time."
Pei Weijin chuckled, raised his hand to tidy up Yan Zhuoyu's hair, and pushed all the stray strands of hair in front of her chest behind her head until it returned to its previous appearance and no abnormality could be seen before he stopped.
"The dinner party isn't over yet, and you have to go back soon. Although you can wipe off the lipstick, it will leave a red mark, which might arouse suspicion if someone with ulterior motives sees it. I'm already very grateful that you made a special trip to talk to me."
Yan Zhuoyu waved the lipstick in her hand and extended the invitation again: "Really? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Pei Weijin shook his head again.
"Okay, then we'll make it up to you next time, when we have a chance to be alone together."
Yan Zhuoyu asked with a smile, "So, are you coming back to the private room with me later, or going straight back to the hotel?"
"Back to the hotel, I've already left over there."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Yan Zhuoyu nodded, then took Pei Weijin's right hand and used lipstick to draw a little figure shooting a heart on the back of his hand.
"Since President Pei is reluctant to part with it, then I'll be shameless and test the lipstick's color-applying function first. The color payoff looks pretty good, and it applies very smoothly."
Pei Weijin looked down at the pattern on the back of his hand. The little dumpling was smiling brightly, its two hands forming a heart shape, with "biubiu???" written next to it.
He curved his lips into a slight smile, as if those loving hearts had truly been sent into his heart.
"I love so much."
As he spoke, Pei Weijin obediently offered his left hand: "Could you draw one for me too?"
"Of course."
Yan Zhuoyu drew different patterns on each of her hands and said slowly, "Our little Pei sister can draw as many as she wants. Who told me to spoil her like this?"
She was focused on drawing when she suddenly heard a hesitant, strange voice coming from above her.
"Baby, do you like younger men?"
Yan Zhuoyu replied without looking up, "What, has our CEO Pei developed a drug to reverse aging?"
"No."
Pei Weijin gave a simple two-word answer and didn't mention it again, as if it were just a casual question.
After Yan Zhuoyu finished painting, she let him admire it himself.
She didn't skip the topic. Although Pei Weijin was a man of few words, he never spoke out of the blue. He had probably thought about it for a long time before asking the question.
"Why are you suddenly asking this? You're so young, what did I do to give you this misconception?"
Am I young?
Pei Weijin looked at the heart emojis on his hands and said calmly, "I'm two years older than you. You said I was older before in bed."
Yan Zhuoyu was both amused and exasperated; she vowed never to say such things in bed again.
Those playful and provocative remarks during their banter unexpectedly stuck with Pei Weijin, and it's unclear how long they troubled him.
“You didn’t suddenly become two years older than me. Those financial reports all say that you are the youngest and most outstanding entrepreneur.”
She tiptoed and stroked the man's head like she was petting a puppy, speaking earnestly: "I was just joking, don't take it seriously. If you don't like it, I won't say it again. I announced my ideal type in front of so many people on a live stream, and it was all based on your criteria. My die-hard fan, Zhuoye, have you forgotten?"
"Fans are unaware of our relationship yet. If I truly didn't care about your feelings, I could have easily made up a few stories without risking being exposed."
"Thinking about it that way, I probably already had feelings for you back then. Now, my heart is completely filled with you, and there's no room for any other man."
Pei Weijin's eyelashes trembled slightly, his gray eyes shrouded in a thin mist. He remained silent, opening his arms to hold her tightly in his embrace.
However, ever since that kiss, he has always kept a certain distance when he has physical contact with Yan Zhuoyu.
"Thank you, honey. I love you."
“You’ve been out for more than half an hour, you should go back now. If you stay any longer, they might send someone to look for you.”
Pei Weijin paused, then asked, "Tonight, will you sleep with me, or...?"
"Of course, we're going back to the hotel that Director Major booked for us."
"Okay." He was somewhat disappointed, but it was also expected. Without a formal title, he couldn't do anything reckless.
"Tsk, don't be sad, little Pei. There will be plenty of opportunities to choose you in the future."
Yan Zhuoyu blinked, her ears turning bright red.
She whistled and, like a female hooligan, quickly reached out and poked the man's still erect penis.
"President Pei is both sensitive and well-endowed, but I still prefer the physique of a mature man. You can rest assured."
After Yan Zhuoyu finished speaking, she slipped out of Pei Weijin's arms without even turning her head, waved her hand, and left the lounge.
Meng Yuting, who was squatting not far away playing a matching game, stood up and greeted her with a smile when she saw her come out.
"Hello, madam."
Yan Zhuoyu smiled and nodded at him: "Good evening."
Meng Yuting watched her leave, wondering to herself why President Pei didn't come out with her. Was it to avoid suspicion?
But he felt that just standing there made him seem suspicious, since someone in the office had said that he was President Pei's anti-counterfeiting code.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Pei Weijin finally came out of the lounge.
His lips, tinged with hawthorn red lipstick, appeared exceptionally rosy, giving him a vibrant and healthy appearance against his fair complexion.
No, Meng Yuting shook his head inwardly; it should be said that his blood and qi were surging!
He dutifully followed behind Pei Weijin until he saw the Bentley, then quickly stepped forward and opened the car door for President Pei.
"Mr. Pei, please get in the car. Are you going straight back to the hotel, or is there another arrangement?" Meng Yuting asked respectfully.
Pei Weijin said coldly, "Go back to the hotel."
"Ok, no problem."
Meng Yuting lowered his head, waiting for him to get into the car, but the person in front of him seemed to have been paused, standing motionless in place.
He looked up at Pei Weijin with a puzzled expression: "President Pei, is there anything else you need? Or is there something you've left behind that you need me to go back and retrieve for you?"
Pei Weijin glanced at him, raised his wrist, and his fingers swept over the three watches before finally settling on the white wolf ring.
"What do you think of the ring my wife gave me?"
Meng Yuting: "..."
Here we go again, here we go again!
He really wanted to facepalm and smile wryly, but he only thought about it and praised her earnestly: "Madam has a discerning eye. This ring complements your temperament perfectly, it's as if it was tailor-made for you."
Pei Weijin nodded indifferently: "Yes, these are couple rings that my wife specially commissioned from a designer for me."
Meng Yuting quickly chimed in, "You and your wife have such a wonderful relationship!"
Pei Weijin frowned, not quite satisfied with his simple and dry language, but didn't say anything more.
He then casually showed the patterns on the back of his two hands: "My wife drew hearts on my hands using a new product from the R&D department."
Holding his breath, Meng Yuting forced a smile and said, "Madam's drawing skills are truly excellent. Just look at these little hearts; they are not only full of childlike fun, but also symbolize my sincere and unwavering love for you, which will never change!"
"Ah."
Pei Weijin nodded, then got into the car without saying another word.
Meng Yuting slammed the car door shut for him and walked toward the driver's seat.
He wondered if President Pei would skip washing his hands tonight? Would he even wrap himself in plastic wrap before showering...?