Pei Jiangmu leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them.
The light above cast fragmented glimmers in his eyes, making them shine brightly.
"This was specially bought for Sister. I won't eat it."
He seemed to deliberately lower his voice, which carried an alluring magnetism.
As he spoke, his unique clean and refreshing aura brushed past Meng Ruozhao's ear, making her heart skip a beat suddenly, and her cheeks heat up uncontrollably.
He was too close. So close that she could clearly see his long and dense eyelashes and the undisguised tenderness in his eyes.
"O-okay."
She heard her own somewhat dry voice. In fact, she didn't even know what she was saying.
Pei Jiangmu smiled contentedly. That smile made Meng Ruozhao a bit dizzy.
"Then Sister eat first. I'll go take a shower."
Saying that, he straightened up, returning to an appropriate distance.
Meng Ruozhao nodded and redirected her somewhat at - a - loss gaze to the oden in front of her.
It was really driving her crazy.
She found that she actually had impure thoughts about this man.
It was really a sin.
Could it be that she had transferred her feelings because of the breakup?
It couldn't be. She wasn't such a person... right?
However, regardless of whether it was due to the breakup and the transfer of feelings, she was certain of one thing.
That was that she wasn't born frigid.
When she was with Yan Qiubai, she had never had any "worldly" desires, which made her once think that she was born frigid.
It turned out that it wasn't that she was unable, but that she just couldn't feel anything for Yan Qiubai.
Thinking of this, Meng Ruozhao laughed again.
Fortunately, it was all over.
She was single now, and just guarding this studio made her life fulfilling enough.
As for other things, she didn't consider them for now.
She ate an oden and took a sip of wine, and even turned on the TV that she hadn't touched since she moved in.
It turned out that it was so relaxing after the biggest stone in her heart was removed.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom of the guest room.
Pei Jiangmu didn't take a shower immediately.
He leaned against the sink and turned on the monitor.
Seeing Meng Ruozhao smiling at the TV, he felt a bit more at ease.
He didn't want the matter of the child to become a heart - knot for her.
As for why she had to abort the child back then, he would find out.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. It was Qi Yu.
"Mr. Pei."
Qi Yu's voice was as calm as ever.
"We've found something interesting about Yan Qiubai."
"Speak."
Pei Jiangmu's eyes instantly turned sharp.
"When Yan Qiubai was a child, around eight or nine years old, he stayed in a private sanatorium in Haicheng for half a year."
"And that sanatorium happened to be the place where Miss Meng's mother received psychological treatment and recuperated."
"At that time, Miss Meng and he might have met several times."
"But it's still uncertain whether they had more in - depth communication."
"However, there was a fire in that sanatorium, which caused 14 deaths and 21 injuries."
"After the fire, Miss Meng's mother and Yan Qiubai both left that sanatorium."
"The sanatorium was closed for nearly a year before it reopened."
"For now, this is all we can find out. Over the years, Yan Qiubai has never talked about Miss Meng in public, nor has he had any contact with the Du family."
"Later, after Miss Meng's mother passed away and she got lost, during this period, Yan Qiubai basically never returned to Haicheng until he came back to attend high school and then college."
Hearing this, Pei Jiangmu squinted his eyes.
The sanatorium?
So Yan Qiubai's so - called "childhood sweetheart" wasn't just a baseless claim.
During that period when he might have been most vulnerable, like a silent vine, he had quietly caught a glimpse of her figure and thus planted a paranoid obsession.
After Meng Ruozhao lost her memory and returned to the Du family, he recognized her at a glance and even lied just to be with her?
This inexplicable feeling was actually more intertwined than he had thought.
However, no matter what the entanglement was, it was all over now.
"However, the fact that Yan Qiubai was hospitalized was well - covered up by the Yan family. Almost no one outside knows about it."
"And the Yan family has never agreed to the marriage between Yan Qiubai and Miss Meng."
Qi Yu added two more sentences.
Regardless of whether Meng Ruozhao was the real eldest miss of the Du family, she was nothing in the eyes of the Yan family.
As the established heir, Yan Qiubai's wife must be of a comparable family background.
Pei Jiangmu snorted lightly and said, "Then let the Yan family know about their breakup."
Since his Ruozhao didn't like Yan Qiubai, he didn't need to go after the Yan family relentlessly.
Moreover, he wouldn't need to take action next.
Pei Jiangmu then remembered what happened tonight.
"What about Li Ming?"
"It's been taken care of. Sun Dong's father just called to apologize in person."
"And he said that he would strictly follow your requirements to ensure that Li Ming won't appear in front of Miss Yi Mo and Miss Meng again."
"Okay."
Pei Jiangmu was not surprised by this result at all.
"Tell them to keep their mouths shut."
After hanging up the phone, Pei Jiangmu finished taking a shower and walked out of the guest room with a body full of moist steam and the fresh fragrance of body wash.
He casually wiped his still - dripping black hair with a towel. He was wearing a simple white cotton sports vest and sweatpants.
He looked less aloof than usual and more lazy in a home - like way.
Actually, he originally wanted to wrap a bath towel around him. After all, if he wanted to "seduce" her, wearing too much wouldn't work.
But after a moment of hesitation, he still put on clothes.
After all, his Ruozhao was easily shy, so he had to be more reserved.
The TV in the living room was still on, playing a boring late - night variety show with the volume turned down.
But the sight on the sofa made his hair - wiping movement pause slightly, and then the corners of his lips curved up helplessly.
Sure enough, Meng Ruozhao was drunk.
She slumped against the armrest of the sofa, her cheeks flushed red, as if she had been painted with the finest rouge.
Her originally clear and bright eyes were now covered with a watery mist, and her gaze was blurred and unfocused.
The can of beer was already empty and lying on the coffee table, and the cup of oden was also empty.
She seemed to feel hot and unconsciously tugged at the collar of her home clothes, revealing a small section of her delicate and beautiful collarbone.
She was still mumbling something incoherently, like a content but restless kitten.
Pei Jiangmu walked over, bent down to pick up the TV remote control that had rolled onto the ground, and turned off the noisy TV.
The living room instantly fell silent, only her shallow and somewhat disordered breathing could be heard.
Only then did he notice that there was an opened bottle of Baijiu at her feet, and a little of it had been drunk.
"I knew this would happen. She gets drunk on beer and still dares to drink Baijiu."
He murmured to himself in a low voice, with indulgence and doting that he didn't even notice in his tone.
She had a low alcohol tolerance. He thought she would learn her lesson after getting drunk and having amnesia last time.
Unexpectedly, she didn't learn her lesson and even dared to drink Baijiu.
She would definitely have a headache tomorrow.