Chapter 21 I want her heart and her soul.

Pei Yu was indeed tired, and finally fell asleep with his head resting on Shen Zhiyi's knees. He slept with his body slightly hunched, and one hand was still on her wrist, half-holding it.

They had already arrived at Huating. Because she didn't want to wake him up, Shen Zhiyi stayed in the car with him in the same position. Secretary Qin stayed outside the car, occasionally calling or replying to messages.

When the phone rang, Shen Zhiyi subconsciously reached out to cover Pei Yu's ears, afraid of waking him up.

The call was from Qin Fangru. They exchanged phone numbers during the last social event, but he didn't expect that they would contact each other again.

Qin Fangru called for business, "Ms. Shen, I heard that you haven't signed a new agency yet. Are you interested in cooperating with Songjian Media?"

This olive branch came too suddenly. Shen Zhiyi hesitated for a moment before asking directly, "Is this what Mr. Pei meant?"

Qin Fangru smiled faintly. From her question, one could get a glimpse of her character. Pei Yu actually liked this type of girl - there were so many noble girls, why was Shen Zhiyi special?

He said in a gentle tone, "No, that's what I meant. I see potential in Miss Shen and want to work with you."

This is indeed true. Shen Zhiyi was dragged down by her previous company, otherwise she wouldn't have ended up like this. Qin Fangru accidentally heard that she was about to join Meng Fansheng's crew, and he knew that she just lacked a chance to become a big hit. There was no reason for their company not to sign such an artist.

However, it is undeniable that Qin Fangru also wanted to please Pei Yu. Although Pei Yu did not explicitly tell him what to do, he would probably agree to sign Shen Zhiyi into his company.

Shen Zhiyi lowered his eyes, thought for a moment and then refused, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Qin, but I have already decided which company I want to sign with."

She cannot join Songjian Media. From her relationship with Huo Heng, it can be seen that Shen Zhiyi is a person who will break up cleanly if she wants to. She will separate from Pei Yu sooner or later. There is no reason for her to be involved with Pei's company. It will be a burden for her.

"Ms. Shen, are you no longer considering it? Songjian Media will not offer you bad treatment."

Qin Fangru was not too surprised by Shen Zhiyi's decision, but no matter how noble he was, wouldn't it be a joke on his own future if he didn't pursue a higher branch?
Shen Zhiyi said "hmm" and said no more.

Not long after the phone call was hung up, Pei Yu propped himself up and woke up. He still looked a little sleepy and not very angry.

Shen Zhiyi wanted to ask him what the poor health he mentioned before meant.

"You haven't come back to live these days?"

Clearly, she had just walked into the main building and hadn't even gone to the bedroom. I don't know how Pei Yu figured it out. Shen Zhiyi explained, "We were filming night scenes these days, so I just stayed at the crew hotel."

The cook calculated the time and prepared a table full of dishes, but Pei Yu had no appetite. He only moved his chopsticks a few times and then went upstairs to rest.

Not long after, the housekeeper came in with her people and hung a framed ink painting in the living room.

It was exactly the one that Shen Zhiyi had taken a fancy to before.

She stood in front of the painting for a while, and the housekeeper asked, "Miss Shen, do you like this painting?"

The painting was very large, and Shen Zhiyi seemed to be in a world of ink painting when she stood there. She turned around and smiled, "I like it. I liked it when I saw it at the exhibition. I didn't expect to see it here again."

What a surprising coincidence.

The housekeeper understood, it turned out that Miss Shen liked it.

No wonder people who never liked ink and brushwork would put this at home. Shen Zhiyi had time to rest today, and he had no other plans. After appreciating the paintings for a while, he had nothing to do.

The housekeeper happened to come over with a pile of neatly arranged clothes that had been fumigated with agarwood. "Miss Shen, please put these clothes in Mr. Shen's cloakroom."

Shen Zhiyi was feeling bored, "Okay."

Guessing that Pei Yu was still resting at this time, Shen Zhiyi walked very carefully. The piled clothes somewhat blocked her vision. She looked at her feet and moved lightly. Suddenly, when she passed by the sofa, someone grabbed her wrist and threw her and her clothes over.

"Hey!"

All the clothes were scattered, and Shen Zhiyi seemed to fall into a pile of agarwood. The air was filled with the lingering fragrance. When she raised her head, she saw the sharp jawline of the man. Pei Yu hooked her waist with one hand and took off the clothes covering her head with the other hand, deliberately teasing her, "Sneaky."

"No," Shen Zhiyi held his shoulders and sat up, "I thought you were asleep and was afraid to wake you up."

"Where are the many sleepers?"

Pei Yu held her, not letting her pick up the clothes scattered on the ground, "I was thinking about something."

Shen Zhiyi was held in his arms, half sitting on his legs. This position was not uncomfortable, but too intimate and ambiguous. She subconsciously avoided his gaze and responded casually, "What are you thinking about?"

She picked up a coat draped over her legs and folded it, thinking that this was a way to kill time, and didn't notice that Pei Yu's eyes were still on her.

What are you thinking about?
He simply thought that he was too greedy. He was not satisfied with having her stay by his side, and he wanted her heart and soul as well, wishing he could devour her. He also thought that he was too mean and too calculative. Any sign that she wanted to leave would make him lose control in an instant, and he wanted to tie her up by all means he could.

"What do you see me doing?"

Finally she realized that this person had been staring at her. His eyes were gloomy and full of emotions, but she couldn't make out the meaning. Shen Zhiyi turned her head away uncomfortably.

Pei Yu still looked at her without blinking, but the emotion in his eyes had faded. He didn't dare to tell her a single word of what he was thinking or else he might not even get this moment of pleasure.

"Stop looking," his gaze seemed to have warmth, burning Shen Zhiyi's face red. She reached out to cover Pei Yu's eyes, thinking he was a little strange. If she had to find a word to describe him, "dangerous" would be the most appropriate.

I don't know why she feels this way.

Pei Yu tilted his face back, grabbed her hand and pulled it down, but did not let go.

Her soft palm brushed across her thin and dense eyelashes, reached his high nose bridge, and was finally covered on his lips by him. He closed his eyes and gently kissed her palm.

He didn't make any other movements for a long time. Shen Zhiyi came back to his senses from his initial shock and observed his face unconsciously - his appearance was actually quite outstanding. Shen Zhiyi had never seen a man who was more suitable for a suit than him, nor had he seen anyone who could combine coldness and laziness so well.

This man seemed noble and aloof from a distance, but mysterious and hard to identify when seen up close. Shen Zhiyi often did not understand what he was thinking, so her curiosity would arise again and again, but she suppressed it all with her reason.

After waiting for a long time, Shen Zhiyi realized that he had fallen asleep in this position.

It was as if he had been waiting for her to come from the very beginning before he allowed sleepiness to overwhelm him.

(End of this chapter)