Chapter 189: Chairman Pei in His Prime.
Shen Zhiyi’s suspicion wasn’t wrong; indeed, the man wasn’t some wealthy scion but merely a pretty face surviving on the patronage of a rich woman. That’s why he was utterly unfamiliar with Pei Yu’s face and subconsciously assumed he was the same kind of person, here to poach business.
His eyes wary, he said, "Sister, I feel the younger ones are better."
Although this man was excessively handsome, his gaze and demeanor were too detached—nothing like his own appealing, obedient younger brother vibe.
Shen Zhiyi just wanted him to stop talking.
The hand on her shoulder lifted to caress her face gently, and Pei Yu spoke in a low tone, void of any distinct emotion, "Like the younger ones, do you?"
Shen Zhiyi: "...No, not at all, impossible."
"How can you casually touch people like that," the man said, seeing that this competitor was quite responsive and not the aloof beauty he had imagined, his sense of crisis intensified as he seized the moral high ground, "That’s disrespectful to Sister!"
Pei Yu glanced over, his pupils deep black, his gaze icy. He chuckled softly, then suddenly cupped Shen Zhiyi’s face, forcing her to tilt back her head as he leaned down and kissed her hard.
It wasn’t a shallow peck; Shen Zhiyi’s lips were numb by the time he let her go. Pei Yu, with lowered eyes, wiped the moist trace from the corner of her lips, then looked up indifferently and countered, "So what if I do?"
The man was stunned; he had always played the nice younger brother role, and this wild turn of events was unexpected. Immediately, he turned his gaze to Shen Zhiyi, "Sister... you like this kind of thing?"
Shen Zhiyi didn’t want to answer, but Pei Yu’s hand was still on her face, his eyes dark with provocation as he picked up on the other man’s words, "Do you like it?"