Chapter 116 What if I propose to you?

Shen Zhiyi was eating in the box. The reason she was willing to stay was that she wanted to meet Qin Xiaoran and chat with him. However, until she finished eating and all the plates were cleared away, Qin Xiaoran still hadn't come. She looked at the time and saw that the crew's dinner time was over. She would have to stay for another half an hour at most before returning to the set.

Feeling a little anxious, Shen Zhiyi sent a message to Qin Xiaoran, asking her if she hadn't finished having dinner with her future mother-in-law yet, because if it was any later she would have to leave.

A moment later I received a call from her.

"I'm sorry, Sister Zhiyi, I'm not in Huayuan anymore. My future mother-in-law insisted on asking me to go shopping with her, so we can only get together next time."

She apologized in a pitiful tone, but her short sentence was full of loopholes. Only her attitude was impeccable. Shen Zhiyi didn't know what to say. After hanging up the phone, she picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

The door of the box opened, and she thought it was Xiao Dong, who turned around while talking, "Let's go back to the crew now--"

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

Pei Yu closed the door as he turned around and asked in a low voice.

Now, seeing him anywhere was neither surprising nor shocking. He thought that he had planned to open this box. Shen Zhiyi stood still, his heart was shaken, but he still said, "I should go back."

"No hurry," Pei Yu walked towards her, grabbed her wrist when he sat down, and quickly let go after she sat down, "Didn't Director Meng urge you yet?"

He mentioned casually, "We just finished a drinking party."

Even if he didn't say it, Shen Zhiyi could also smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from him, the fragrance of agarwood mixed with the aroma of wine, the mixture of cold and hot, which blended skillfully on his body.

The two were too close, otherwise they wouldn't have smelled it. Shen Zhiyi moved a little further away, "It smells like alcohol."

"I only drank two cups," Pei Yu laughed, "Is it obvious?"

He lowered his eyes to look at the empty space between them, and tapped his fingertips twice, "I didn't want to drink, but the wine was brought by Meng Qiming, so I have to give him face."

Pei and CN occasionally cooperate, so it is not uncommon for the two to have intersections. Shen Zhiyi listened quietly, wondering how to explain to Director Meng if she returned late - it was not that she meant to stay here any longer, but it was the evening rush hour and the traffic was serious, so being late was inevitable.

"Meng Qiming left not long ago, he should still be in Huayuan now," Pei Yu suddenly said in an ambiguous tone, "If you want to see him, it's not too late now."

Recalling his thoughts, Shen Zhiyi looked at him, frowned slowly, and repeated his words slowly, "See Meng Qiming?"

How did the topic turn to this?

Pei Yu avoided her gaze, his attitude somewhat nonchalant, as if he was just saying, "If you want to."

If she wanted to, why would she want to see Meng Qiming?
Shen Zhiyi finally understood why she felt something was strange about him the moment she saw him. She originally thought it was because he had been drinking, but it was only two glasses of wine, which was far from enough to make him lose his composure. The way he pretended to be nothing when he was obviously in a bad mood gave people a depressing feeling of impending storm. In short, it was very awkward. This was the first time she had seen it.

She stared at him for a long time, but Pei Yu remained silent, not to mention looking up at her.

Shen Zhiyi retracted her gaze and took out her phone from her bag, "Then I'll meet him."

As soon as the screen lit up, Pei Yu reached out to stop her action, covering the phone with his palm and holding her hand together, "Do you really want to see him?"

His tone was slightly deep, as if he was suppressing something, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was cold.

Finally he stopped pretending. Shen Zhiyi shook his hand away, "What did I say? Wasn't it you who said it? You seemed to want me to see him."

She thought she was still calm, after all, there was nothing to make her angry. But when she waved his hand away, she failed to control the force, and his hand was thrown out and hit the corner of the table with a dull sound.

Shen Zhiyi panicked for a moment and subconsciously wanted to see if his hand was injured, but Pei Yu took his hand back without saying a word. The coat that was resting on his elbow fell down, blocking the back of his hand, making it impossible to see the extent of the injury. After hesitating for a long time, she barely resisted the urge to ask, and only felt worse.

Pei Yu remained silent for a long while. The back of his hand that was injured by the blow was aching slightly, but his mind was not on it at all. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Meng Qiming bought a wedding house."

Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips and didn't respond. She didn't understand what he wanted to do by frequently mentioning Meng Qiming.

"If he proposed to you, would you accept?"

Proposal?

Shen Zhiyi was stunned and surprised, and she almost doubted her ears. Meng Qiming proposed to her?

She didn't know what to say.

Her relationship with Meng Qiming could barely be called friends, let alone an ambiguous relationship. Meng Qiming was pursuing her, but even if she agreed, the next step should be dating. How did it end up being marriage?
Marriage? She had never thought about it.

"Pei Yu," she frowned even more tightly, "What do you want to say?"

Doesn't he know what her relationship with Meng Qiming is like? He speaks as if she and Meng Qiming have developed a relationship that is ripe for marriage.

"Why don't you answer?" Pei Yu kept asking, "Answer me first."

His eyes were fixed on Shen Zhiyi's face, as if he didn't want to miss any of her expressions. His eyes were dark and clear, without any sign of drunkenness. However, Shen Zhiyi felt that his state was no different from that of being drunk.

She didn't like people who acted crazy when drunk because it would remind her of bad memories, but Pei Yu was not really drunk.

Being asked made her feel annoyed and she wanted to just say "yes", but when she met his gaze, she couldn't say anything. After a few seconds, Shen Zhiyi turned her head to avoid his gaze and said, "I need to think about it."

Not wanting to stay here, Shen Zhiyi stood up. Immediately afterwards, Pei Yu's hand reached out and grasped her fingertips again. Shen Zhiyi wanted to shake him off, but when she lowered her head, she saw the purple bruises on the back of his hand. She even had difficulty breathing and forgot what she wanted to say.

She didn't expect that his hand would be smashed like this.

Pei Yu seemed to feel no pain. He held her hand tightly. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, making the scar even more terrifying. "What if it was me?"

With his mind focused on his injured hand, Shen Zhiyi didn't immediately understand what he meant, "What?"

He looked up, knowing that now was not a good time to bring up these things, but he couldn't help it, closed his eyes, and asked directly, "What if I propose to you?"

He moved his fingers slightly, and gathered all her fingertips into his palm. Pei Yu looked at her intently, his Adam's apple rolling, and every syllable seemed to be squeezed out of his chest with great effort, "Will you consider it?"

If it were him, would she refuse directly?

(End of this chapter)