Chapter 61: Lover (Part 24)

A cold and sharp glance swept across, sending a chill down Pei Haoran’s neck. He quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright, alright. I was wrong, okay!"

However, he was genuinely curious as to what monumental matter could reduce his friend to such a ghost-like state.

What had he just seen on that face? Hesitation? Guilt? At that moment, Pei Haoran genuinely wished someone would slap him hard across the face and tell him he was hallucinating.

Unfortunately, this was reality!

"Tell me about it. If it's a matter between a man and a woman, you know me—the dashing young master Pei, who is renowned for passing through a thousand blossoms without a single leaf sticking to him. Spill it, and your brother here can give you some perspective."

Giving him a faint glance, Song Cheng leaned back against his seat, his thin lips pressed tightly together as he stared at the ceiling.

Seconds ticked by. Just as Pei Haoran thought he wasn't going to hear any juicy details and felt a pang of regret, Song Cheng slowly began to speak.

His raspy voice was as deep and sexy as ever, yet it failed to mask the hesitation in his words.

"She... she’s a kept mistress I’ve had for quite a while. Her looks and figure are both decent, but I never paid much attention to her until yesterday—"

Pei Haoran’s eyes lit up, but upon hearing what came next, he was dumbfounded, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. "A m-mistress? You fell for your own kept woman?"

Such a cliché drama happening to Song Cheng? What kind of international joke was this?

"And then? Is she cheating on you with some pretty boy?" So Song Cheng, consumed by the hatred born of love, wanted to strangle his little mistress?

Pei Haoran rubbed his smooth chin, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that given his friend's absolute intolerance for any flaws, this was highly likely the case.

Song Cheng’s thin lips remained tightly pursed, his entire body radiating an icy aura that kept people at a distance. The surrounding temperature seemed to drop by more than a dozen degrees.

"Do you want to hear the rest or not?" If not for the fact that he had zero experience in this area, would he be wasting time here with a chatterbox like him?

Ignoring Song Cheng’s disgusted look, Pei Haoran nodded repeatedly. "I want to, I want to! Please continue, Your Excellency!"

Song Cheng turned his head, too lazy to look at her—him—and slowly gathered his thoughts. "What was she like before... how should I put it? The only two words she gave me were: vanity! But... starting yesterday, she seemed like a completely different person..."

"What kind of person?"

"Hmm—" He thought for a moment. "Pure! Yes, the moment I laid eyes on her, that word instantly popped into my head. Ridiculous, right? Perhaps her acting skills were just too good, but either way, I couldn't spot a single trace of pretense."

Pei Haoran gradually straightened his posture, his interest piqued.

"And then?"

"She told me she was done pretending, that she had fallen, and now she was coming to take my heart."

"A confession?"

"Probably? But in the blink of an eye, she deliberately harmed herself. Right there in my office, I saw the blisters forming on her wrists, and my heart ached—"

Pei Haoran more or less understood now. He simply hadn't expected his friend to ever reach this point. He had always imagined that Song Cheng would eventually marry someone of equal social standing, cut a bloody swath through the business world, expand his commercial empire, and become a legendary figure beyond the reach of ordinary mortals a century later.

Never had he expected to witness such a down-to-earth side of him.

Trapped by love, were they?

"So, you were furious and deeply panicked. You didn't want this uncontrollable emotion to manipulate your brain, driving you to the point of wanting to kill her to eliminate any future trouble?"

Sighing, his heart still twitched with lingering pain just recalling it. "Yes..."

"Yet you didn't kill her. What stopped you?"

"The mere thought that she might no longer exist in this world made it feel as though all the strength had been drained from my body." Now, he was grateful he had regained his senses in time, avoiding a catastrophic mistake.

"She is already capable of manipulating your emotions. If she were a corporate spy sent by a rival faction, do you know what the consequences would be?"

"Even so, I would accept it..."

"Haha," Pei Haoran suddenly curved his lips into an amused smile and patted him heavily on the shoulder. "Congratulations, brother, you've fallen!"

Just two short days, isn't it incredible?

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