The photo was taken at an angle, Song Yuqiao's face is completely clear, but Pei Shicheng, who is holding her, is sideways and behind her, in a very ambiguous posture. He wraps a dry towel around her already water-soaked thin blouse, with her clothes soaked in water.

  She glanced down at the news report, almost completely restoring what had happened that night. Only it was changed to her pretending to fall into the water and not knowing how to swim, being "heroically rescued" by Jia Ge's high-ranking official, and even in the final ending part, a photo of her wearing a cheongsam was attached.

  Then, this afternoon, Jia Ge's single was given to Qian Yu, which made people think and speculate even more.

  It really is all-pervasive.

  However, the entire report only hinted that she was a high-ranking official of Jiager, without explicitly stating who it was, which means that only her identity was truly exposed.

  On the phone, Song Shuying asked a question, and Song Yuqiao was stunned for a moment, hurriedly putting the phone to her ear, "Sister."

  "Finished reading? Come back now, I've already asked Han Jinyu to help you suppress the news."

  "Uh-huh."

  Song Yuqiao hung up Song Shuying's phone and bowed his head to search for relevant follow-up reports on his mobile phone.

  There have been some rumors circulating about the "male lead" of the scandal, who is now the head of Jia Ge Entertainment's department, Lu Jingzhong, formerly known as the king Vi.

  This news sparked a thousand waves.

  Maybe others don't have as high a profile as Lu Jing, so it wouldn't cause such a stir. But the former king of the entertainment industry has retired from the spotlight and been married for two years, now having an affair with a female employee from a small company - this is no joke.

  Song Yuqiao had been keeping her head down from the start, and Pei Suchen had already sensed that something was off with her. However, since his son was in the back seat, he didn't ask anything and continued driving until they arrived at Huayuan. Song Yuqiao hadn't come to yet and thought she had arrived home, so she undid her seatbelt and opened the car door, but Pei Suchen grabbed her wrist: "Wait a minute, I'll send you back."

  Bai Hangyu was unhappy at this and said, "Didn't we agree that Qiaoqiao would cook for us?"

  Pei Si nodded and turned around. He made a gesture to his son, then handed the door key to him and said, "Go up first."

  Bae Ho-young sniffed his nose, got off the car and ran to the window of the co-pilot's seat, jumping up and down to take a look inside.

  Song Yuqiao said, although her mind was in a mess now and she was tired of responding to anyone, but children are still children after all. If they can't keep their promises, there must be a reason. She rolled down the car window and forced a smile on her face: "Auntie will make you scrambled eggs with rice another day, okay?"

  Bai Hangyu saw that Song Yuqiao was a bit unhappy, nodded as if pounding garlic, "Okay. I'll go up first."

  Song Yuqiao patted Pei Haoyu's head and turned to say to Pei Si Cheng, "You can go up too, I'll just take a taxi back."

  Outside the car window, Pei Su saw that his son had already taken the elevator and locked the car door. He directly took the phone from Song Yuqiao's hand.

  Song Yuqiao was completely caught off guard.

  Just by looking at the title, Pei Si Cheng had already guessed most of the content.

  However, as for several high-ranking officials of Jia Ge, none of them can be offended. This kind of news report will definitely be killed even if someone submits it to the top, after all, Li Mu's brother is the big boss in the field of news publishing, who doesn't want to give him three points of face.

  It wasn't until he saw the reporter's name at the end of the news article that Pei Shicheng suddenly understood: Xin Man.

  This is not because others don't want to suppress it, but because some people deliberately indulge in it.

  Pei Si Cheng handed the phone back to Song Yu Qiao, looked at Song Yu Qiao's pale face, and directly straightened her shoulders. He lifted her chin with one hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.

  "I have a way to suppress this fake news."

  Song Yuqiao blinked and stepped back, but Pei Si Cheng's grip on her shoulder tightened, pinning her against the car door behind.

  "What's the solution?"

  Pei Si's face drew near, his lips touching Song Yuqiao's, before he softly spoke: "I'll go out and say it, that person is me."

  After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Song Yuqiao's reaction and stretched out the tip of his tongue to touch her lips, carefully outlining her slightly cool mouth.

  If it's said that the previous kisses were just emotional, then this time, Pei Su almost used his superb kissing skills to conquer Song Yuqiao in a variety of ways. In just a few seconds, Song Yuqiao, who had been biting her teeth tightly, began to breathe lightly, and her arms, which had been crossed over her chest, gradually lost their strength.

  Song Yu closed her eyes and looked at Pei Su Cheng's dark pupils, as if she was about to sink in.

  Pei Sicheng's hand gently wrapped around Song Yuqiao's waist, the other hand covering her eyes.

  Everything went black in front of her, she couldn't see anything, and felt extremely sensitive. She realized that Pei's tongue was teasing her mouth, like a small brush brushing against her teeth, her heartbeat was violently uncontrollable, Song Yuqiao almost couldn't breathe.

  Suddenly, his lips lightened up, and Pei Su Cheng let out a soft laugh. His lips rubbed against the other's: "Still can't switch to breathing?"

  Song Yuqiao finally exerted his strength and subconsciously clenched his teeth.

  Pei Sicheng still withdrew, stroking his chin, carefully examining Song Yuqiao's rosy complexion and tender lips at this moment, pinching her cheek from behind, "Now it has some color."

  Song Yuqiao wiped the remaining saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, gave Pei Si Cheng a sideways glance, and as she saw him approaching again, she directly covered his mouth with her hand. "Drive."

  Pei Su Cheng drove on the road and said to Song Yu Qiao: "Help me make a call to Gu Qing Cheng, my mobile phone is in the left pocket of my pants."

  Left side...

  Song Yuqiao didn't think much and directly leaned forward, stretching her arm from under the steering wheel to feel Pei Sheng's left pocket. She lifted up Pei Sheng's upper shirt and reached into his pants along the seam to grab the phone, but unexpectedly Pei Sheng suddenly pressed the brake, catching Song Yuqiao off guard. She put all her strength on Pei Sheng's body, with her face sideways against his crotch, propping up a small tent.

  "Red light, slammed on the brakes."

  Song Yuqiao's hand swiftly snatched the phone from him, her gaze hastily moving away from his legs, sliding to unlock: "Password?" The screen lit up with a joyful blood.

  "Happy Birthday."

  Song Yuqiao's fingers paused slightly.

  She remembered that last time in S city, when she acted as his temporary secretary, he told her the password of his laptop, which was also her birthday.

  Green light.

  Pai Si stepped on the accelerator, "Not going to ask anything?"

  Song Yuqiao strongly refused: "Not prepared."

  She helped Pei Si Cheng dial the phone number of Gu Qing Cheng, and originally wanted to find him a Bluetooth headset, but the call had already been connected, so she directly stuck the phone on Pei Si Cheng's ear.

  However, the voice coming from the receiver was not a normal speaking voice, but rather a series of high-pitched gasps and moans. Even if Song Yuqiao hadn't had his ear pressed against the receiver, he would have still heard it clearly. His hand shook, and the phone fell directly onto the seat.

  Song Yuqiao looked at her phone and asked with lingering fear: "Do you want to answer it?"

  "Cut it off, no time to listen to his nonsense."

  After turning a corner, Pei Su directly drove into Jinshui Community and stopped in front of the building.

  Song Yuqiao was about to open the car door when Pei Cheng suddenly grabbed her arm: "Wait a minute."

  Before he finished speaking, the flashing lights in front of the building flashed rapidly. Pei Su quickly pressed Song Yuqiao onto his thigh and stroked his back with his palm: "Stay still."

  The front of the building was packed with reporters, basically blocking the hallway and making it impassable. Some reporters had already noticed the Lexus driven by Peis Cheng and were taking pictures.

  Song Yuqiao leaned forward on Pei Si's leg, his palms were all sweaty, and through the closed car window, he seemed to have already heard the chaotic voices outside.

  Pei Si Cheng had one hand on Song Yu Qiao's back and the other hand firmly grasping the steering wheel, turning his head to drive out of Jin Shui Xiao Qu again.

  When the car was on the road, Pei Cheng patted Song Yuqiao's back: "Get up." He didn't have any extra thoughts to tease Song Yuqiao now, seeing her face looking a bit off. "Give your sister a call and see how things are going there."

  Song Yuqiao slowly regained his composure and took out his phone to dial Song Shuying's number.

  "Song Shuying answered on the other end and said directly: 'Don't come back for now, it's chaotic here, you stay in a hotel first, I'll call you later...'"

  Song Yuqiao didn't say a word, and his sister hung up the phone.

  Song Shuying let Song Yuqiao stay in a hotel, but Pei Su Cheng directly drove and took Song Yuqiao to Huayuan, saying in his usual tone that brooked no refusal: "You're not in good spirits today, aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of if you live alone in the hotel? The security monitoring at Huayuan is very strict, and it's rare for paparazzi to get in."

  Just like the first time I came, the house is still messy, with men's ties, shirts and socks, children's toys and dolls scattered on the sofa.

  "Didn't we hire a nanny last time?" Song Yuqiao couldn't help but ask, "Why is it still such a mess?"

  Pei Si raised an eyebrow and thought of Old Lady Pei devouring the stinky tofu, curled up his lips and smiled: "Too incompetent, fired."

  This wasn't Song Yuqiao's first time at Pei Shichen's home, but it was the only time she felt this was a haven, a safe place where she could rely on him and find warmth.

  Pei Si Cheng took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet: "You still wear this pair."

  "Thank you."

  "Should we stay upstairs or downstairs tonight?"

  "Huh?"

  Pei Si hugged her arms and looked at Song Yuqiao for two seconds before making a decision for her: "Upstairs, I don't feel at ease with you alone downstairs."

  Song Yuqiao burst out laughing after hearing Pei Shichen's serious words: "What's more unsettling than being with you? I live just downstairs."

  Pei Shi didn't say yes or no, and directly opened a guest room on the first floor for Song Yuqiao: "The towels and toiletries inside are still what you left here last time, you can use them."

  Up till now, Song Yuqiao and Pei Shicheng still haven't eaten a single bite of food. Pei Shicheng asked: "Are you used to eating instant noodles? It's faster."

  Song Yuqiao got up after listening, "All right, I'll go and do it."

  Pei Si pressed down on Song Yuqiao's shoulder: "You go take a bath and relax now, the pajamas are in the bathroom, they're new."

  After finishing speaking, Pei Su Zhe walked out and closed the door for Song Yu Qiao.

  Song Yuqiao sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before entering the bathroom to take a bath.

  The warm water temperature of the shower head was just right, moistening her hair, Song Yuqiao closed her eyes and let the water flow wash over her scalp.

  Suddenly I feel that unknowingly, the way of getting along between Pei Si Cheng and me is so tacit and natural?

  She recalled that when they were working together before, there was a similar situation where she could accurately guess every move of Pei's. They were so familiar with each other that they didn't need to adapt. He moved his fingers, and Song Yuqiao knew to pass the coffee cup on his right side over...

  Song Yuqiao had a sudden thought: could it be that she had known Pei Shichen before?

  Because there are always some chaotic fragments flashing in her mind, but these scenes have never appeared in her memory.

  In Vancouver, she was indeed ill for a long time. According to her mother's words, she lay in bed for half a month before waking up and needed to take medicine prescribed by Dr. Oriche.

  For a while, she thought she had amnesia, but during those three years in Vancouver, everything was clear. Her mother said that at first, she went through a rebellious phase, playing drums in bars and then returned to the right path, teaching Chinese at a small school. In her memory, it was indeed so, although recalling only fragmented pieces, they could be connected together.