He did not beg for mercy.
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A note from the author:
Quoted from: Macbeth, Shakespeare;
The situation is about to turn around!
Chapter 49
Time flies, and all the scenes filmed at the film studio have been completed. The remaining scenes will be filmed back in Yancheng.
As soon as Pei Shaocheng got off the plane, he took Wen Yuhan directly back to the villa located in Xishan.
The air there is fresh and the scenery is pleasant. It is the season for winter plum blossoms, and the area in front of and behind the houses is covered in red blossoms. The plum blossoms are blown by the biting north wind and release a faint and elegant fragrance.
There weren't many people who helped Pei Shaocheng manage the house, only one woman in her fifties named Aunt Feng. Perhaps because Pei Shaocheng rarely brought people home, Aunt Feng was very curious about Wen Yuhan's identity and would often glance at him with a probing look.
"Would you like to eat something first or go back to your bedroom to rest?" Pei Shaocheng asked gently as he helped Wen Yuhan remove her outer garment.
Wen Yuhan let Pei Shaocheng do as he pleased, and then reached into his pocket for a cigarette. Just as he put it in his mouth, Pei Shaocheng pulled it out.
"say."
"Whatever..."
Pei Shaocheng frowned, but suppressed his displeasure and instructed Aunt Feng in a deep voice, "Make dinner light, and steam a sea bass."
"Hey, hey!" Aunt Feng quickly chimed in, looking at Wen Yuhan and exclaiming, "Look at her, what a beautiful person! When she came in from the door, I thought she was a girl."
Wen Yuhan's hair is now shoulder-length, and when it falls down, it covers her eyes, revealing only her sharp, fair chin.
Pei Shaocheng placed his hand on Wen Yuhan's shoulder and massaged it gently: "You're too thin. Eat more later and take some time to recuperate here."
Aunt Feng nodded repeatedly in agreement with Pei Shaocheng's words: "Yes, yes, it's rare to see Mr. Pei bring people back. He cares about you a lot."
Wen Yuhan remained silent. Amidst Aunt Feng's warm greetings, her gaze fell upon the butterfly oil painting hanging in the living room.
Its gray and blue wings trembled slightly, as if it would fly out of the picture frame at any moment.
"Do you like it?" Pei Shaocheng noticed that Wen Yuhan's attention was drawn to the butterfly oil painting, and whispered in his ear, "Have someone hang it in your room, hmm?"
Wen Yuhan silently withdrew her gaze: "No need."
Pei Shaocheng scrutinized Wen Yuhan for a while, then said to Aunt Feng, "Go find him some pajamas to change into."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Aunt Feng nodded and went upstairs. As she left, she couldn't help but glance at Wen Yuhan a few more times, thinking to herself that this person must be Mr. Pei's lover. It was clear that the master valued him very much, so she must not neglect him.
When Pei Shaocheng put his navy blue silk pajamas on Wen Yuhan, his breathing became even heavier.
Wen Yuhan's frame was not large to begin with, and the clothes wrapped around his body naturally draped down, revealing his slender neck and delicate collarbone.
When she turned around, her shoulder blades really did resemble butterfly wings, as if they were trying to break through the silky fabric, creating a kind of morbid beauty.
Pei Shaocheng wrapped his arms around Wen Yuhan from behind, burying his head in the other's neck and inhaling his unique, cool scent. His voice became hoarse as he murmured, "The food won't be ready for a while, can you rest for a bit?"
Wen Yuhan understood Pei Shaocheng's implication and obediently followed him back to the bedroom.
The villa has underfloor heating, and when you walk barefoot on the velvet carpet, you can feel the warmth from the bottom up, which is very comfortable.
As soon as Pei Shaocheng closed the door, he pinned Wen Yuhan against it and began kissing him. His hand slid down to the other's waist, loosened the belt of his pajamas, and caressed his well-defined spine, moving downwards.
"Does it hurt?" Pei Shaocheng asked in a hoarse voice.
The rough treatment she received the previous day caused Wen Yuhan to develop a high fever the next day, and she received intravenous fluids for three consecutive days.
After that, Pei Shaocheng suppressed his feelings and never became intimate with Wen Yuhan again.
Now, once the floodgates of emotion are opened, they become increasingly uncontrollable.
He carefully placed Wen Yuhan on the carpet, pressed her hands to her sides, and intertwined her fingers.
“After dinner, I’ll take you for a walk… to see the plum blossoms. I remember you used to love plum blossoms… After filming is finished, I’ll take you back to my hometown. I’ve hired a gardener to take care of the few winter plum trees your grandmother planted… Xiao Han… Xiao Han…” Pei Shaocheng treated Wen Yuhan fiercely, but his tone was still gentle, even pleading, “Please make a sound… talk to me… look at me.”
What do you want me to say?
"Say you love me, say you won't leave me."
"Okay." Wen Yuhan stared at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and parted his thin lips slightly. "I love you, and I will never leave you."
"That's not how it is!" Pei Shaocheng roared. Wen Yuhan's hands suddenly gripped the carpet tightly, her neck tilted back, and pain was evident between her brows.
"Let's go back to the past. I'm willing to give up everything. Let's go back to our old rented apartment. You can only have me, and you can only see me!"
Wen Yuhan felt the warm, moist heat on her neck. Her unfocused eyes flickered slightly, and she whispered, "We shouldn't have gone back to the past, especially you..."
Pei Shaocheng ignored the second half of the sentence, because when he heard Wen Yuhan refuse to even mention their past, he was once again blinded by rage. He pressed down hard on the other's hip, sinking into an endless sea of despair...
In the end, the two did not go to see the plum blossoms as Pei Shaocheng had planned.
At the dinner table later, because of a phone call from Lu Yanheng, Wen Yuhan accidentally knocked over the bowl of porridge that Pei Shaocheng handed her. In front of Aunt Feng, he grabbed her chin, forcibly pried open her mouth, and forced her to drink most of the porridge, making a mess of the table.
Afterwards, Wen Yuhan was dragged into the bathroom to shower and change clothes.
Aunt Feng, unable to resist her curiosity, secretly eavesdropped outside the door. She was so frightened by Pei Shaocheng's roar and the clanging and banging sounds that she kept patting her chest.
In her memory, she had never seen the master of the house so angry.
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When Wen Yuhan woke up again, it was already noon the next day.
Pei Shaocheng wasn't in bed. He reached out and touched the sheets; they weren't warm.
Aunt Feng's voice came from outside the door. Seeing that Wen Yuhan did not react for a long time, she carefully turned the doorknob.
"Oh, you're awake, Mr. Wen." Aunt Feng said with a smile. "Mr. Pei has already left for work. Before he left, he asked me to hang this in your room for you."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuhan slowly turned her head to look at Aunt Feng, only to see that what Aunt Feng was holding in her arms was the butterfly oil painting.
He smiled slightly, a hint of self-mockery in his eyes.
"Where would you like me to hang it?" Aunt Feng asked politely.
Wen Yuhan didn't reply and looked back. Aunt Feng smiled awkwardly and said to herself, "How about we hang it on the TV cabinet? That way you can see it as soon as you open your eyes... Cough, then I'll hang it for you... Okay!"
As she spoke, she moved a small stool, stood on it, and hung the painting.
"Mr. Wen is also in the film industry, right?" Aunt Feng asked, trying to break the awkward silence while busy chatting. "You can tell at a glance, you look like you stepped out of a painting... What have you acted in? Don't be fooled by the fact that Mr. Pei is always surrounded by people, you're the first person he's ever brought home for the night!"
"Is that so?" Wen Yuhan lit a cigarette.
Seeing that the other party finally responded, Aunt Feng immediately became even more enthusiastic, nodding repeatedly and saying, "That's right! There are plenty of beautiful and talented people in your industry, but Mr. Pei only has eyes for you. You're so lucky... If you ask me, you should take advantage of this opportunity and find a way to make him happy. Maybe he can help you a lot in the future!"
"Do you think I'm his kept woman?"
Aunt Feng was taken aback, and quickly waved her hand, saying, "No, no, no! I just... Oh dear, look at me, I misspoke again!"
Wen Yuhan closed his eyes, nodded, and hummed softly, "That's about enough."
He sat up, grabbed his clothes and put them on as if no one else was around, covering up the ambiguous marks all over his body, ignoring Aunt Feng's gaze as she looked him over, his old face turning red with embarrassment.
Watching Wen Yuhan get out of bed and go into the bathroom to wash up, Aunt Feng curled her lips, thinking to herself, how could it not be her lover? Look at all these hickeys on her body.
She cleared her throat and said to Wen Yuhan through the door, "Mr. Wen, what would you like to eat for lunch? Mr. Pei instructed me to take you for a walk around the neighborhood after lunch, but we can't go too far..."
"All is well."
"Hey, hey." Aunt Feng rubbed her hands together, thinking herself clever, "Then I'll just prepare some light liquid food, since you probably can't eat anything else right now."
After saying that, she turned and left the bedroom, clicking her tongue and muttering to herself that the master of the house was really capable, before taking small, quick steps downstairs.
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Today is a rare sunny day. Although it's still cold, the sunshine is very bright.
Wen Yuhan still didn't eat much for lunch. After lunch, he wanted to go back for a nap, but Aunt Feng repeatedly said that she was acting on Pei Shaocheng's orders to take Wen Yuhan out to get some sun and that Wen Yuhan shouldn't make things difficult for her, a worker.
Wen Yuhan remained silent for a while, but finally cooperated and followed Aunt Feng out the door.
The two walked along a path strewn with plum blossom petals, heading down the mountain.
Aunt Feng chattered incessantly the whole way, trying every trick in the book to extract more secret and ambiguous gossip from Wen Yuhan.
But Wen Yuhan remained indifferent throughout, either changing the subject or keeping her head down and silent.
Later, Aunt Feng herself felt it was pointless, so she followed behind Wen Yuhan in a businesslike manner. Whenever he walked a little faster, she would bring up Pei Shaocheng and use soft words to ask Wen Yuhan to obey and cooperate.
The branches in the forest were covered with pure white snowflakes. This was a piece of land privately contracted by Pei Shaocheng, so no outsiders would come here.
Clusters of red plum blossoms were blown down by the wind and landed on Wen Yuhan's shoulder.
He reached out and caught a plum blossom. Two tendrils gradually extended from its stamen, while its petals transformed into a pair of wings. With a few gentle flutters, it flew into the azure sky.
Behind him, Aunt Feng was on the phone, chuckling softly, and occasionally glancing at Wen Yuhan with a knowing look in her eyes. Then she covered the receiver and whispered to the person on the other end.
"Let me tell you, the person Mr. Pei brought back, oh my, looks like a young lady, so beautiful... How can a grown man look like that... You know what, when I pushed open the door this morning, I saw him... Hehehe, oh my..."
Wen Yuhan raised her head, her gaze following the trajectory of the butterfly the entire time.
He had a cigarette between his fingers, his expression calm and serene, and it was unclear whether he had heard Aunt Feng's phone conversation not far away.
The tobacco he inhaled, once exhaled, transformed into butterflies taking flight. Wen Yuhan's eyes held a hint of longing as he reached out to catch them in the air.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the depths of the flower bushes.
He said in a low voice, "Teacher Wen, come with me."
A look of surprise flashed in Wen Yuhan's eyes. Xiao Yang?
Meanwhile, on the side of the road opposite the flowerbed, a diamond-white Maybach was parked quietly.
Lu Yanheng, sitting in the car, glanced at his watch, his face cold and stern.
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A note from the author:
Haha, good morning!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!