Volume One, Chapter 110: Seduction

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Though displeased, the rare chance to bake a cake alone with Song Qingyu was an opportunity the young master naturally would not miss.

In the kitchen.

Pei Jingmo had prepared all the ingredients for the cake.

Song Qingyu washed her hands and looked at him. "What should I do?"

She felt a bit embarrassed; after all, they had been married for quite some time, yet she had entered the kitchen fewer times than she could count on one hand.

"Beat the eggs."

"Okay!"

Song Qingyu smiled. "I'm best at beating eggs."

She took out the eggs and cracked them into a bowl. Pei Jingmo handed her the mixer. "Use this to beat them."

"Oh." Song Qingyu took the mixer and examined it briefly before turning it on and lowering it into the bowl.

"Whirr—"

As soon as the mixer touched the eggs, the liquid splattered everywhere.

"Ah—"

Song Qingyu screamed, "Pei Jingmo, help!"

Pei Jingmo quickly grasped her hand, adjusted the speed to the lowest setting, and from behind, enveloped her in his arms. "Don't panic."

"Why is it still splashing out?"

"Beginners shouldn’t use high speed; it’s hard to control."

Song Qingyu felt deeply ashamed. Just moments ago, she had boasted about being the best at beating eggs, only to be proven wrong almost instantly.

Noticing Pei Jingmo holding her hand as he beat the eggs, and realizing her back was pressed against his chest, Song Qingyu suddenly became nervous, her face flushing and heart racing. "I... I think I’ve got the hang of it."

"Hmm."

Pei Jingmo replied softly but did not let go.

Their relationship had only just begun to ease, and Song Qingyu didn’t dare to push him away.

“Thump, thump, thump—”

She heard a frantic heartbeat, seemingly coming both from Pei Jingmo’s chest and her own.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Song Qingyu felt the temperature in the kitchen gradually rise.

She froze, afraid to move.

Her neck ached slightly; just as she was about to stretch, she caught sight of the window and exclaimed happily, "It's snowing."

Pei Jingmo’s full attention was on the woman in his arms; he hardly noticed the snow outside.

"Focus," he said.

"Okay."

Outside, thick snowflakes fell. Inside the kitchen, the two pressed close together as they beat the eggs—a rare moment of warmth.

Finally, the cake was finished.

Apart from beating the eggs, Song Qingyu hadn’t done much; Pei Jingmo had taken care of almost everything.

Knowing how to reward the chef, as soon as the cake was ready, she scooped a piece and brought it to Pei Jingmo’s lips. "Try it."

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Meeting Pei Jingmo’s deep, dark eyes, Song Qingyu realized her gesture might seem a bit intimate. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Pei Jingmo grasped it, eating the cake she offered.

He chewed slowly; Song Qingyu watched his lips closely and gently pointed out, "There’s some cream on your mouth."

Pei Jingmo used his tongue to lick the cream off. Such a simple act, yet Song Qingyu felt her face heat up.

What was going on?

Why did it feel like Pei Jingmo was teasing her?

"Ahem..."

She averted her gaze, took a big spoonful of cake herself, and her eyes lit up. "Wow, this is delicious."

Excited, she gave Pei Jingmo a big thumbs-up. "You’re amazing! If you weren’t working at the construction site, you could open a dessert shop and make money."

Seeing the complex expression on Pei Jingmo’s face, she asked, "What’s wrong?"

"The spoon—"

What was wrong with the spoon?

She glanced at it and suddenly realized that she had just fed Pei Jingmo with that same spoon, and now she was eating from it herself.

Wasn’t that like kissing indirectly?

Flustered, she hurriedly explained, "You don’t have any contagious diseases, and neither do I. Neither of us should be picky."

Pei Jingmo: "......"

Romance killer!

Hadn’t she been with Chu Xingzhi for seven years?

How did they even date?

"It’s late, and we have work tomorrow. Let’s rest early. Good night."

After quickly saying this, Song Qingyu returned to her room.

Lying in bed with the covers pulled up, her mind was filled with the image of Pei Jingmo licking cream with his tongue.

She was done for—she actually found that side of him quite sexy.

Perhaps stirred by that scene, Song Qingyu had a rather provocative dream that night.

In the dream, she became a cake, devoured clean by Pei Jingmo.

Waking up the next day, still uneasy, she sent a message to Xie Liuzheng.

Xie Liuzheng: "If you ask me, with such a perfect man around you every day, and you haven’t devoured him completely yet, are you really up to it?"

Just as Song Qingyu was about to defend herself, Xie Liuzheng sent several more messages.

"You two are legally married; whatever you do with him is only natural."

"I told you before, the sooner you do it, the sooner you enjoy it. You’ve had those dreams already; if you keep holding back, you might end up with gynecological problems."

Song Qingyu: "......Really?"

"Of course. Whether man or woman, holding it in too long is bad for your health."

"Knock knock knock—"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Feeling guilty, Song Qingyu locked her phone and got up.

By the time she finished tidying herself and stepped out, Pei Jingmo had already left.

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He went to work today without even telling her.

Hadn’t she just said it was okay if Zhuo Yanyan liked him?

Why was he still upset now?

After breakfast, carrying the cake for Gu Yuandong, Song Qingyu stepped out of the building and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Pei Jingmo, whom she thought had left, was outside building a snowman—a snowman shaped like her favorite cartoon character: Doraemon.

Since her mother’s passing, Song Qingyu had endured many hardships. When hungry or unable to sleep in the cold winter nights, she longed for a Doraemon who could pull anything from his pocket.

She thought she had never told Pei Jingmo she liked Doraemon. How did he know?

Her gloomy mood instantly warmed.

She couldn’t help but walk toward him.

Pei Jingmo saw her and ran over. "Why aren’t you wearing gloves?"

She glanced at her hands. "I forgot."

Pei Jingmo took off his gloves and put them on her hands. His hands were warm, and the gloves felt cozy inside.

He pulled her over to the snowman. "Look, do you like it?"

Song Qingyu touched the snowman, feeling her eyes grow moist. She had thought he left in anger, but here he was, building a snowman for her downstairs.

Her feelings were complicated—joy and pain mingled. "I’m sorry."

Pei Jingmo raised an eyebrow. "Why apologize?"

"I said things that upset you and made you angry."

Knowing she was reflecting on her words, Pei Jingmo’s mood brightened. How could he truly be mad at Song Qingyu?

"I’m easy to please when I’m angry."

"Hmm?"

"A hug will fix it."

He opened his arms.

Song Qingyu smiled and threw herself into his embrace. She hugged him tightly. "Good morning."

Pei Jingmo couldn’t resist and gently kissed her hair. "Good morning."

Song Qingyu’s spirits lifted. She took a photo of the snowman and posted it on her social feed with two words: "Good morning."

Back at the company, she saw many likes on her post, Pei Jingmo’s was first, and surprisingly, the second was from President Gu.

President Gu actually looked at others’ social feeds? And liked posts?

Seeing there was still time before work, Song Qingyu was about to deliver the cake to President Gu to express her gratitude when her phone suddenly rang.

Seeing it was Chu Xingzhi’s grandmother calling, Song Qingyu answered immediately, "Hello—"

After hearing what was said on the other end, her expression changed drastically. She quickly asked for leave from Zhao Xiangfei and hurriedly left the office.