Chapter 1092: Gift
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She was originally a lively and active girl, and with the big changes in the past few days making her uneasy, she couldn’t endure staying by herself in the hotel suite even more. The stifling feeling of suffocation was like a shadow following after her, driving her insane.
The next day, she went to the presidential suite next door to find Pei Ziheng. “I want to go back to China!”
In the hallway, the first rays of the morning sun were insipid and quiet beside the thick mahogany door. The girl was delicate as a flower as she looked up at him, her white face full of anger. He did not know why, but it made him feel moved.
He said gently, “Go back to China?”
“Yes!” She screamed at him with impatience, afraid that she would lose her courage in the next second. “You locked up Xiao Yu and even locked me here and refuses to let me go out, is it very entertaining for you? I don’t care, I want to go back to China!”
“Why do you want to go back home?”
“It’s none of your business!”
“Don’t throw a tantrum,” Pei Ziheng said and turned. “Come in.”
Looking at him walk step by step into the depths of the suite, Xia Ling stood awkwardly at the door, not moving. She still remembered what happened a few days ago and dared not step into his territory for fear of encountering some embarrassing things.
Pei Ziheng took a few steps and turned around. “Why, are you afraid? Who was the one who was howling fiercely at me just now?” She was like a hesitant little beast at the door, making him feel pity yet also amused. Did she know nobody had dared to yell at him for so many years? Did she know what would happen to those who dared yell at him? This girl really had big guts, but when she became timid, she was worse than a timid person. Her expression was like she had seen an enemy, who could eat her up with just a few steps.
Unexpectedly, he remembered what she was like under him.
With her tearful face, her white and delicate skin…
Pei Ziheng’s body heated up, and he took a deep breath without batting an eyelid, suppressing the strange feeling inside him.
She still stood by the door and did not dare to come in.
Pei Ziheng said, “Do you still want to go back to China?”
She was uncertain. “You’ll let me go back if I come in?”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ll bring you back if you come in.” The business in Paris was almost done and there was no point in staying. There was still a bunch of matters waiting for him to settle in China and he had originally planned to head back in the past few days. Although Pei Ziheng was the Chairman, he was different from the other directors of other big groups who liked to wash their hands off business matters. He liked to do everything by himself, thus by wielding power over a huge monster like Imperial Entertainment, it was no wonder he was so busy.
Xia Ling didn’t catch the difference between “let” and “bring” and stepped into the room carefully.
“Close the door,” he said.
Her face was slightly nervous and her hands and feet were stiff.
He strode forward and held her small shoulder in one hand, using the other hand to close the door. The heavy mahogany door gave a dull, low thud and she shuddered a little, not daring to even breathe.
He looked down at her in amusement. “Where’s your guts?”
His breath lightly brushed at her ears, making her lower face red, as if she was having a high fever.
He bent over and kissed her forehead. The girl’s skin was clean to the touch and her faint and sweet body fragrance drifted to his nose, making him linger in it. She was frightened and jumped away immediately, staggering a few steps back and bumping into a wine cabinet behind her.
The open wine cellar filled with a dazzling array of wine bottles swayed and Pei Ziheng quickly pulled her into his arms and used one hand to stabilize it, not letting a bottle of Latour’s Carbernet Sauvignon smash onto her head.
She was shocked senseless and was paralyzed in his arms.
He couldn’t help but kiss her gently. This time, he whispered, “Don’t move.”
She didn’t dare to move. Her body was surrounded by him, and his breath was all over her. It was a very strange feeling, familiar and safe, yet dangerous and mysterious. It was hard to imagine that these two different kinds of feelings could be mixed on one person, but the feeling that Pei Ziheng gave her was exactly like that. It was as if her soul was torn into two halves, one half screaming at her to push him away, and the other half letting her stay in his arms and not move.
His kiss was detailed and long, and he followed along her forehead and slid towards her eyes, nose, and lips.
She had never been kissed with such single-hearted devotion before, or rather, she had never been kissed by anyone other than him before. Her hands and legs weakened and she gradually relaxed under his intimate touch. When his good-looking thin lips left her, she felt a sense of reluctance.
He stared at her misty eyes and chuckled again. “Do you like it?”
Her cheeks were red and she couldn’t speak.
He was in an extremely good mood and no longer teased her. He put her on the sofa by the window and took a gift from the shelf. “Open it.”
She opened it obediently for a long time, and the dark blue kraft paper and layer of ribbon unfolded to reveal a dress lying quietly in the box. The dress was faintly lustrous in the soft morning light. She didn’t know what material it was made from, but it was soft and slippery to the touch as if it was the gentlest river.
She gasped softly.
“Do you like it?” He asked again.
This time, she hesitated and nodded.
“Change into it for me,” he said.
She changed into it as per his words. When she came out with bare feet, she was as beautiful as a princess. The delicate and smooth fabric fit perfectly onto her body, outlining her faintly discernible collarbone and curvy waistline. At her slightest movement, the dress would ripple slightly like waves, and the little bit of luster illuminated her snowy-white skin. She was so beautiful it made people hold their breath with rapt attention at her otherworldliness.
Pei Ziheng’s breathing became somewhat unstable.
When choosing the materials, the tailor had said this was a piece of clothing known as the “Scandinavian Raw Silk”, which not everyone could wear. If it was worn by ordinary girls, the soft and bright texture would make them appear darker and ugly. The perfect cloth would magnify any small imperfection.
The tailor said that many ladies and gentlemen could only give up reluctantly after trying on this fabric.
But he had still chosen this fabric because he had confidence in her. His Xiao Ling was the most beautiful girl in the world. If she couldn’t handle this fabric, then no one in the world would be able to.
Sure enough, the fabric seemed to be made for her.
She stood on the spot and spun in circles, looking up at him in delight. “It’s so beautiful, so beautiful, Brother Pei. Thank you for giving me such a pretty dress.”
He sat on the sofa, half of his face hidden in the morning sun. “Two months isn’t that long.”
“Hmm?” She was confused.
“This was your measurements two months ago, I let the tailor make it accordingly. Now that you’re wearing it, it’s just right and nothing has changed.” His low voice came slowly and his eyes fell on her chest and waist.
Her face turned red. “I, I’ll change it.”
“Just wear this.” He stopped her. “I said I’d bring you to a good place. Let’s go today before we leave for China.”