Volume One, Chapter 147: Premonition

Song Qingyu was confident that no one could resist Pei Jingmo’s charm.
His allure was subtle yet irresistible, disarming others within moments.
Her body had grown accustomed to his touch, and though she reminded herself to get up early for work tomorrow and rest early tonight, her body was honest in its response.
Throughout, Song Qingyu’s body trembled lightly, like willow branches stirred by a spring breeze.
Pei Jingmo kissed her inch by inch. “Wife, you’re trembling so much~”
Blushing deeply, Song Qingyu covered his mouth with her hand. “You can stop talking.”
Pei Jingmo kissed her palm. “If you want me to be quiet, your hand won’t stop me...”
He gently removed her hand, lowered his head, and kissed her rosy, soft lips. “This is how it should be.”
Song Qingyu was speechless.
She had always thought he was a simple, honest man, but in fact, he was quite adept at seduction. Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover.
She had to take another shower, but this time it was Pei Jingmo who washed her.
After drying her hair and stepping out of the bathroom, Pei Jingmo handed her a package from the sofa. “This is for you.”
“For me? May I open it?”
“Of course.”
Everyone liked receiving gifts, and Song Qingyu was no exception.
She opened the box and widened her eyes in surprise. “Is this... a wedding dress?”
“Yes, try it on.”
Song Qingyu hadn’t expected Pei Jingmo to buy her a wedding dress. Although they had registered their marriage, they had yet to hold a wedding ceremony.
Perhaps Pei Jingmo also longed for a wedding.
She changed into the wedding dress and smiled at Pei Jingmo. “Does it look good?”
The dress was carefully chosen by Pei Jingmo. Song Qingyu’s fair skin and delicate beauty complemented the slim but curvy figure she possessed.
Even without makeup, she was strikingly beautiful.
Pei Jingmo gazed at her intently, his dark eyes sparkling with emotion. He couldn’t help but pull her into his arms, his hands encircling her slender waist. “You look beautiful. To have such a lovely, wonderful wife, I envy myself.”
Song Qingyu smiled and tapped his nose with her index finger. “You’re getting better at sweet talk.”
“It’s not sweet talk, it’s the truth.”
“Jingmo—”
“Hm?”
“When spring comes, can we have a wedding ceremony?”
Other couples had theirs; she and Pei Jingmo deserved one too.
Since she had married Pei Jingmo first, she didn’t want him to feel slighted at their wedding.
Besides, the year-end was busy for everyone, and with the recent car purchase, their finances were tight for a wedding.
She planned to earn some money first and then hold a grand celebration.
“Alright~ I promise to give you a spectacular wedding that will be the center of attention.”
“Yes, let’s work hard together.”
“Now... it’s time to enter the bridal chamber.”

Song Qingyu: “???”
Pei Jingmo lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She pushed him away gently. “We just... I really can’t...”
“Seeing you in that wedding dress, I can’t help myself.”
His kisses came thick and fast. Song Qingyu gritted her teeth, resisting. “I have work tomorrow.”
“Dear Qingshou, I’ll help you take leave. We can do it dressed in the wedding dress—”
A man in heat could not be stopped. Song Qingyu pleaded softly, “Please spare me. Be careful not to tear the wedding dress.”
“If it tears, I’ll buy you another one.”
Song Qingyu: “... You’re so extravagant!”
Pei Jingmo pressed his lips to hers and whispered low, breath mingling with hers, “For you, I’m willing to do anything.”
Dressed in the wedding gown, Song Qingyu looked like a pure angel.
Pei Jingmo wanted to stain her, to soil the dress.
Making love in a wedding dress, Song Qingyu felt both embarrassed and protective of the gown, yet also oddly pleased.
Mainly, Pei Jingmo was exceptional—unlike other men who only cared about their own pleasure, he was attentive and considerate.
He kissed the reddened corners of her eyes, cherishing her as if he wanted to merge with her completely. “I love you.”
Her heart softened at those words, and she could only surrender to his will.
Song Qingyu refused to take leave again and dragged herself out of bed the next morning, aching and exhausted.
Pei Jingmo kissed her cheek. “Maybe you should just take the day off.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just a junior employee. Can I keep taking leave like this? It’s your fault for having no self-control.”
“Yeah, it’s my fault~~”
Song Qingyu knew Mr. Pei admitted his mistakes sincerely, but he would probably do it again.
Well, he was her husband—how could she do anything but spoil him?
At the company, Jie Changhe came to see Song Qingyu again, bringing up the topic of film rights.
“Qingyu, ‘The Interpreter’ is so popular. We should expand in multiple directions. Comics alone don’t make much money; films are where the big profits lie.”
Song Qingyu was well aware of this; the gaming industry updated quickly, and no game could be played forever.
“Films are fine, but when casting actors, can I go and watch?”
Today’s entertainment industry was controlled by capital. When a big IP launched, many investors would push their people into roles regardless of suitability or acting ability.
Since the film was to be made, Song Qingyu hoped to create a classic work.
“Hah, isn’t that easy? Pan-Hai is also interested in this IP. Most likely, Mr. Gu will hand it over to Mr. Fu. You can voice any opinions then.”
Song Qingyu smiled and nodded.
After lunch, the air conditioning was warm, and Song Qingyu rested her head on the desk, drowsy.
She had a nightmare.
In the dream, she was surrounded by darkness and thick fog, unable to see anything clearly.
“Qingqing—” Pei Jingmo called her name.
“Jingmo, where are you?”
“I’m right beside you. Can’t you see me?”
She could not see him and reached out, but touched nothing.
“Where exactly are you? Don’t scare me, please.”
Suddenly, she grabbed someone and was overjoyed. “I caught you!”
But when she looked up at the face, she was shocked.
He was covered in blood, his clothes drenched in it—a horrifying sight.
“What... what happened to you? Are you alright?”
Pei Jingmo smiled weakly, blood dripping from his mouth. “I might... die.”
“Nonsense! You won’t die! I won’t let you!”
“Pei Jingmo—”
She woke up abruptly, and in her haste, knocked over a mug on the desk, shattering it.
Her heart raced with a dreadful premonition.
Immediately, she called Pei Jingmo, but no one answered.
Damn it—could something have happened?
She kept calling several more times.
Meanwhile, Fu Linhan paced anxiously outside the operating room, his face tight with worry and frustration.
Pei Jingmo had been in a car accident; both he and Guo Rang were taken into surgery.
Pei Jingmo’s phone was in Fu Linhan’s hands, and seeing Song Qingyu’s repeated calls put him in a dilemma—answering would be awkward, ignoring would be impolite.
In the end, he hung up and replied to Song Qingyu’s message.
“Qingqing, I went on a business trip with the boss. What’s wrong?”
“Are you okay? Why didn’t you answer?”
“I can’t take calls right now. I’m fine.”
“When will you come home?”
“That depends on the boss’s schedule. If you’re scared alone, I’ll ask Xie Liuzheng to come keep you company.”
Song Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. “As long as you’re safe, don’t worry about me. Focus on your work.”
Fu Linhan put away the phone and glanced at the operating room. “Pei Jingmo, if you dare to mess up, don’t expect me to clean up after you.”
Soon after, Bai Yinian hurried over.
Since the last incident, he and Fu Linhan hadn’t met or contacted each other.
Bai Yinian’s face still bore the bruises Fu Linhan had inflicted; seeing him made Fu Linhan’s expression even darker.
But he was not unreasonable. Though he and Bai Yinian were at odds, he would not ask Pei Jingmo to take sides against Bai Yinian.
He averted his gaze and stopped looking at Bai Yinian.
Bai Yinian clenched his fist, wanting to say something but unsure what to say.
The two men, one sitting and one standing, waited silently outside the operating room, the atmosphere heavy and awkward.