Volume One, Chapter 142: Indulgence

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Pei Jingmo had just left the hospital when he received a call from Fu Linhan.

“Jingmo, I heard Chu Xingzhi’s ex-lover had a miscarriage. What happened?”

“Where the hell have you been?”

“I…”

“It was your birthday, and you left a whole crowd of guests behind while you disappeared. Was that fun?”

“No… I didn’t disappear. I just felt awful, so I went for a drive.”

Fu Linhan had driven all the way to Bai Yinian’s villa, circling it several times.

Then he remembered that none of this was his fault. Why should he be the one to show up at Bai Yinian’s door? Today was his birthday. Bai Yinian had not come, and he had not even called.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he drove back.

Only to discover that Bai Yinian had gone on a business trip.

“You drove after drinking? That makes you even more guilty.”

“Alright, alright, I was wrong. Don’t be angry. I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“Not necessary.”

After hanging up, Pei Jingmo went straight home.

A comedy variety show was playing on the television. Song Qingyu sat on the sofa with her legs pulled up, staring blankly at the screen, her mind elsewhere.

She did not notice him even when he changed his shoes and walked over to her.

Pei Jingmo gently drew her into his arms. “What are you thinking about?”

Only then did Song Qingyu come back to herself. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and hugged him through his T-shirt.

She loved holding him like this. His body was warm and wonderfully comforting.

Pei Jingmo wrapped his coat around her and kissed her forehead. “Didn’t you go to Young Master Fu’s birthday party? Why aren’t you happy?”

Song Qingyu rubbed her head against his cheek, then nestled into his embrace. “Will you ever get another woman pregnant?”

Pei Jingmo fell silent.

“Will you cheat on me?”

He held her even tighter. “No. You’re the only woman I’ll ever want in this lifetime.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Ah…”

Song Qingyu let out a heavy sigh, looking deeply troubled.

“What’s wrong?”

“I heard President Gu say once that if he married Lu Rongrong, he would put horns on her head every day.”

Pei Jingmo had never expected an arrow he had shot in the past to come back and strike him between the brows at this very moment.

“Heh… President Gu doesn’t look like the cheating type.”

“You’ve never even met him properly. How do you know he doesn’t look like a cheater?”

“I saw him once from a distance when I went to look for Young Master Fu.”

“But he was wearing a mask. You couldn’t even see his face. How would you know whether he cheats? Besides, he said it himself.”

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“Heh… Could it be that he said that deliberately because he doesn’t like Lu Rongrong?”

“Whether he meant it or not, the chances of a man cheating are far too high.”

Pei Jingmo knew that once someone had been bitten by a snake, they could spend ten years fearing a mere rope. In a gentle voice, he said, “Not every man in the world loves to cheat.”

Listening to the strong, steady beat of Pei Jingmo’s heart, Song Qingyu sighed again. “Do you remember why Chu Xingzhi and I broke up?”

“He cheated on you.”

“Mm. The woman he cheated with got pregnant, but she miscarried today.”

Song Qingyu remembered the blood covering the floor, and her heart ached. “Actually, I knew she was pregnant long ago. If I had persuaded her to terminate the pregnancy back then, or told Chu Xingzhi about it, or convinced her to leave Shangjing… would things have turned out better?”

Only kind people tormented themselves with doubts and blame.

Pei Jingmo kissed her cheek. “This has nothing to do with you. If you had urged Lin Tiange to terminate the pregnancy, she definitely wouldn’t have listened. She would only have thought you were trying to harm her.”

He comforted her tenderly. “If you had told Chu Xingzhi, that child would have died even sooner. As for persuading her to leave Shangjing, that was even less possible.”

Song Qingyu responded with a muffled sound.

“Be good. You’re my wife now. You have nothing to do with Chu Xingzhi, Lin Tiange, or Sheng Yuru. Don’t let them affect your mood, and don’t feel guilty or blame yourself.”

Pei Jingmo’s pleasant voice gradually soothed the gloom that had weighed on Song Qingyu all evening.

She raised her head and kissed his chin. “You’re right. Their affairs have nothing to do with me anymore.”

“That’s right.”

Song Qingyu affectionately kissed Pei Jingmo on the lips again. “Jingmo, thank goodness it’s you.”

Who could withstand having his wife take the initiative to shower him with kisses?

Pei Jingmo lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. At first, their lips merely brushed and lingered against each other. Soon, their tongues met, entwining in a passionate, lingering embrace.

There was another way to resolve his wife’s brooding: wear her out until he was the only thing in her eyes and mind, leaving her no time to think about anything else.

Pei Jingmo was extremely attentive. Every time, he left Song Qingyu flushed and breathless, utterly satisfied.

One moment she was floating among the clouds, and the next she was plunging violently downward—more thrilling than a roller coaster.

When they faced each other, Song Qingyu could see Pei Jingmo’s broad, muscular chest and abdomen, along with his beautifully defined throat and jaw.

Whenever she looked at him from that angle, she became so captivated that she lost all reason.

He was practically a male Daji.

At that moment, Song Qingyu suddenly understood why King You of Zhou had once lit the warning beacons across the realm just to make Bao Si smile.

If Pei Jingmo had made any outrageous demand of her then, she suspected she would have agreed to it.

The consequence of indulging themselves all night was that Song Qingyu’s waist felt as though it were about to break when she got up the next morning.

Pei Jingmo, thoroughly satisfied, was energetic enough to fuss over her from the moment they woke. He dressed her, brushed her teeth, and prepared a loving breakfast.

He would not even let Song Qingyu eat by herself, insisting on feeding her.

Song Qingyu naturally would not deprive her husband of this particular pleasure. As long as he was happy, that was enough.

Before leaving for work, Pei Jingmo wrapped her scarf securely around her neck, then kissed her several times with evident reluctance. “If you’re uncomfortable, take the day off and come home to rest.”

Song Qingyu could not help laughing. “I’m not as fragile as you think. Alright, stop fussing, or you’ll be late. The month is almost over, and I can’t lose my perfect attendance bonus.”

“You don’t need the bonus. I can support you.”

“That won’t do. It’s twelve hundred, after all. I’m planning to buy a car.”

“I’ll find a way to get you the money for one.”

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Song Qingyu knew that Pei Jingmo did not earn much doing construction work, but she was also afraid of hurting his pride, so she said, “We’ll work hard together.”

“Okay~”

When Song Qingyu arrived downstairs at Tianqi Tower, she ran into Sheng Yuru.

Sheng Yuru looked dejected, her complexion terrible. Damn Lin Tiange. She had clearly been framed by that woman, yet because there was insufficient evidence, she had somehow ended up shouldering all the blame.

That shameless woman had even pretended to be magnanimous, saying she would not hold it against her.

And her cousin was no better. It would have been bad enough if he had refused to help her, but he had actually lectured her, telling her to read more books and use her brain instead of losing her senses over a man.

Hmph. The whole world was against her.

When she saw Song Qingyu, her foul mood reached its peak. She wanted to curse at Song Qingyu a few times to vent her anger, but then remembered that Song Qingyu was the only person who believed her, and managed to hold herself back.

Then she thought about it again. Song Qingyu only believed her because she was stupid. Unable to swallow her resentment, Sheng Yuru snapped at her, “Don’t think you’re so clever!”

Song Qingyu: “...?”

What was wrong with her first thing in the morning?

At noon, Song Qingyu went to the cafeteria for lunch.

To her surprise, most of the dishes that day were nourishing foods meant to replenish vitality and blood. They were exactly what she needed to restore her strength.

President Gu had been coming to the cafeteria more and more often. Everyone had gone from their initial shock, astonishment, caution, and nervousness—

to simply getting used to it.

The chef would even prepare delicious dishes especially for him.

Pei Jingmo very much wanted to have lunch with his wife, but after going to look for Song Qingyu twice, rumors had begun to circulate.

Afraid of causing her trouble, he stopped seeking her out.

All he could do was keep an eye on her and find ways to make sure she ate a little more.

The quiet cafeteria echoed only with the sounds of chopsticks touching plates. Just as everyone was enjoying their meal and a moment of leisure, the entire building suddenly began to shake.

Pei Jingmo realized at once that it was an earthquake.

He rose and shouted to the people who had not yet reacted, “It’s an earthquake! Don’t panic. Everyone, get under the tables!”

Since they were on a high floor, rushing downstairs in a crowd might be even more dangerous.

Some people obeyed and hid beneath the tables, but others, overcome with fear, ran outside in a panic.

The shaking was intense enough to send plates crashing from the tables onto the floor, where they shattered with a terrifying clatter.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Song Qingyu’s first instinct was also to hide. In her understanding, if it was a major earthquake, there was no escape; if it was a minor one, there was no need to run.

She had just risen and was about to duck beneath a table when someone suddenly charged from behind and shoved her hard.

Caught completely off guard, she fell toward the floor. A chair that had toppled over at some point lay directly in her path, and her head was about to strike one of its legs—

She tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

At the critical moment, a powerful arm locked around her waist and yanked her back. She fell into a warm embrace.