Help, Mr. Pei Has Me Dazed with His Flirting After We Got Married

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[Bright, gorgeous, easygoing little fox who acts like a lazy good-for-nothing vs. scheming, dark-hearted old fox, married first and falling in love later]

Pei Jingci, the man in charge of the Pei family.

Elegant and refined, distinguished and graceful, yet ruthless and cold. He is someone everyone in their circle treats as a taboo subject, and he has always kept his distance from women.

Rumor has it that a woman once climbed into his bed and met such a terrible end that no one dared go near him afterward.

When Su Wangqing learned she was to marry such a powerful man and would even get five million yuan in monthly spending money, she made up her mind on the spot: she was in.

Come on, a husband who makes money but never comes home is the perfect setup for a lazy life.

Who would have guessed that on the first night after they got their marriage licenses, the man who had supposedly promised to stay away would come home the moment she stepped into the luxurious mansion? And then he wouldn't leave?

The enormous five-story villa had been renovated to contain only one bedroom?

Su Wangqing was not happy.

So she had a bright idea and pretended to be deeply in love with Pei Jingci. "Mr. Pei, please don't make me leave, okay?"

Su Wangqing's voice trembled, and she looked utterly pitiful.

In reality, she was frantically scheming: Pei Jingci doesn't like women, does he? Surely I'll disgust him enough to make him leave, and then the master bedroom will be mine.

Although he is really handsome. I do want to sleep with him.

She didn't notice the deep, unreadable look in Pei Jingci's eyes behind his glasses.

After a long moment, the man gave a quiet laugh. "As you wish, Mrs. Pei."

Su Wangqing: "...?"

Something didn't seem quite right.

Gradually, Su Wangqing began to notice more and more things about Pei Jingci that seemed off.

She praised a cute younger guy while out, and Pei Jingci came home, tightened his grip around her wrist, pressed his lips to the rim of his glass, and watched her drink with a dark look in his eyes.

She complained to her best friend that she wanted to sell Pei Jingci, but the man gave her a globally limited-edition black card?

This was wrong. Very wrong.

Su Wangqing decided to flirt with a handsome guy to relax a little.

But when the handsome guy turned around, it was Pei Jingci?

Su Wangqing: "...?"

To make Pei Jingci keep his distance, Su Wangqing reached out and grabbed his chest.

She hadn't expected Pei Jingci's body to be... this incredible.

Now she wanted to sleep with him even more.

To prove her theory, Su Wangqing decided to put on a dramatic act.

She pretended to stay up late waiting for Pei Jingci to come home, but fell asleep on the sofa.

When she woke up, she was in the man's arms. At some point, two of his pajama buttons had come undone, and her hand was resting on his abs?

"Finished touching?"

The man's deep voice came from above her head.

Su Wangqing: "If I said it was an accident, would you believe me?"

The man looked down at her.

After a moment, he took hold of her wrist and moved her hand lower.

"Was this an accident too?"

Su Wangqing was horrified and bristled.

That night, still unconvinced, Su Wangqing cornered Pei Jingci in the dressing room and softly told him she missed him.

But the man took her hand and pressed it to his burning chest. "Where do you miss me? Here, or..."

Su Wangqing: "???"

This was completely wrong.

Until one day, still refusing to believe it, Su Wangqing decided to go all out.

She had a little to drink, her cheeks flushed. Barefoot, she walked up to Pei Jingci, who had just taken off his jacket, rose onto her tiptoes, and slowly brought her red lips closer. "Pei Jingci, do you want to kiss me?"

In her heart, she was frantically calculating: Hurry up and say no. Push me away. Otherwise, I'm really going to sleep with you.

The next second, the man clamped an arm around Su Wangqing's waist.

He pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window and leaned close to her ear, his low, husky voice wrapped in heat. "I do."

Su Wangqing was startled, her lashes trembling. "Want what?"

"I want to hold you, see you smile, kiss you, and... make you cry."

Pei Jingci took Su Wangqing's hand and lowered his head, his lips touching her fingertips. "I want to hear you... crying as you call my name."

That night, Su Wangqing learned for the first time that when this man said he would "make her cry," he meant it.

Again and again.

In the end, the corners of her eyes were red, and she begged for mercy in a hoarse voice. "Pei, Pei Jingci, weren't you supposed to keep your distance from women?"

The man lowered his head and kissed her damp eyelashes, his voice low and gentle. "Mm... I keep my distance from women."

"I don't keep my distance from you."

Currently serializing: Can You Really Put Up with a Young Lady from a Rich Family Acting Like This?

Bright, spoiled heiress vs. self-restrained, proper old fox; two powerful families, childhood sweethearts

Xu Qingzhi is Haicheng's most dazzling and flamboyant heiress. Spoiled beyond measure since childhood, she is willful and domineering.

She has always loved novelty and excitement, and has never thought much of the cold, taciturn Xie Jingchen, the ruthless man in charge of the Xie family.

Even though, technically, Xie Jingchen is her childhood friend, and they've known each other since they were little.

But then the Xu family fell into crisis and went to the Xie family for help.

Xie Jingchen had only one condition: he would marry her.

Xu Qingzhi laughed on the spot. "Xie Jingchen, what do you want from me? For me to squander your money? Make a scene? Or give you a dirty look every day?"

Xie Jingchen looked at her without saying a word.

Xu Qingzhi took him for a mute.

Fine, she'd marry him. The marriage agreement was clear: within a year, whoever asked for a divorce first would leave with nothing.

Xu Qingzhi didn't want to leave with nothing, but she could make Xie Jingchen ask for the divorce.

So Xu Qingzhi began her grand plan.

She stayed out late every night, drinking at bars, then staggered home at dawn, deliberately reeking of alcohol;

She spent money without restraint, clearing out the counters at the mall, just so Xie Jingchen would see how extravagant she was;

She deliberately made a mess of Xie Jingchen's study, threw dishes when she didn't like the food, and gave him dirty looks in public, doing everything she could to be spoiled and unreasonable.

Xu Qingzhi waited for Xie Jingchen to lose his temper.

But Xie Jingchen just watched her cause trouble with his usual calm expression. He never got mad or annoyed, and even took his time cleaning up her messes.

When Xu Qingzhi came home late, Xie Jingchen quietly waited in the living room and handed her hangover soup;

When Xu Qingzhi wasted money, Xie Jingchen simply raised the limit on her supplementary card;

When Xu Qingzhi got into trouble, Xie Jingchen quietly smoothed things over.

Everyone else praised President Xie for doting on his wife, while Xu Qingzhi secretly gloated: Keep putting up with it. Once you've had enough, you'll ask for a divorce.

Until one day, Xu Qingzhi had too much to drink at a bar and draped an arm around her best friend's shoulders as she bragged. "Xie Jingchen's such a stuffed shirt. I can act as wild as I want and he doesn't even say a word. Hey, do you think he's impotent?"

Before she had even finished speaking, her phone lit up.

A message from Xie Jingchen read: [Look up.]

Xu Qingzhi looked up.

On the second floor of the bar, Xie Jingchen stood by the railing, looking down at her.

He was too far away for her to make out his expression. All she saw was him slowly taking off his glasses.

Five minutes later, Xu Qingzhi was bundled into a car.

"Xie Jingchen, what are you doing?"

"Going home."

"What for?"

"To prove whether I'm impotent."

"...What?"

The good news: Xie Jingchen was potent. Very potent.

The bad news: From that day on, Xu Qingzhi never got a proper night's sleep again.

Even while they were eating, he picked her up from her chair and pressed her back against the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Xie Jingchen... the curtains."

"One-way glass."

"...Are all the windows in your house one-way glass?"

"It's our house."

Xu Qingzhi couldn't take it anymore. Half asleep, she rasped, "We'll make up for it tomorrow."

The next day, she couldn't get out of bed all day.

After that, Xu Qingzhi never dared say "We'll make up for it tomorrow" again.

Because the next day, Xie Jingchen really did make up for it.

Some time later, Xu Qingzhi no longer wanted a divorce. She decided Xie Jingchen was just barely good enough for her.

But then a woman showed up claiming to be Xie Jingchen's first love?

Xu Qingzhi slapped her. "Sorry, I'm Mrs. Xie. What do you want?"

Before she could finish speaking, a large hand pulled her securely into an embrace.

The man lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear, his voice low and husky. "Does your hand hurt? Next time, tell someone else to do it. Don't hurt yourself."

He didn't take this so-called first love seriously at all.

After the woman ran off in tears, Xie Jingchen looked at the girl in his arms and gave a low laugh. "You're really protective of your place as Mrs. Xie."

Xu Qingzhi's heart fluttered under his gaze. She turned away and stubbornly said, "I just don't like people trying to take what belongs to me."

"What belongs to you?"

Xie Jingchen bent down, scooped Xu Qingzhi up in his arms, and strode steadily toward the stairs, his breath brushing her ear. "Xu Qingzhi, you were a thousand times cuter just now, defending me, than when you were going out drinking, wasting money, and trying to force me into a divorce."

But for the entire week that followed, Xu Qingzhi's voice was hoarse and her back was nearly broken.

Coming up after next: How Am I Supposed to Choose with This Many Men?

Lu Qingzhu never imagined that one day she would become the object of pursuit for all the future heirs of the Xie family.

On her twentieth birthday, the pampered young lady of the Lu family was sent to marry into the Xie family.

What kind of family was the Xie family? A top-tier star among the wealthy, with immense power and influence.

Every eligible young master was exceptionally handsome and talented, the kind of man the city's socialites couldn't reach even if they tried their hardest.

In the living room of the sprawling mansion, Old Master Xie said kindly, "Qingzhu is already chosen to be our future daughter-in-law. You boys, line up and let her have a good look."

The atmosphere in the room froze.

The Xie family's heirs all wore the same expression: cool, distant, polite, and plainly unwilling.

Marry a young lady they'd never met?

It would hurt their image, waste their time, and serve no purpose.

They wanted nothing more than to vanish on the spot.

Lu Qingzhu was overjoyed inside: Great! Nobody wants to do this, so the marriage will probably fall through.

Then Old Master Xie added leisurely, "Whoever marries Qingzhu and is the first to give the family an heir will become the next head of the Xie family."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cool expressions of the men before her changed completely.

Their previous disdain and aloofness turned into fierce determination in an instant. The tension between them surged, and their gazes at one another sharpened with intense rivalry.

Lu Qingzhu: "...?"

She was so frightened that she turned and ran.

But from then on, the once-proud and self-possessed young masters of the Xie family began a spectacular change of heart:

They acted calm and casual in public, but secretly went all out to get her attention;

They claimed to be unwilling, but were more eager than anyone when it came to taking action;

They undermined one another, competed with one another, and got jealous of one another;

In short, every one of them went mad, all to win Lu Qingzhu's heart.

Until one day, several men cornered Lu Qingzhu, leaving her nowhere to run.

A group of stunningly handsome men surrounded her, their pressure closing in from every direction.

"Tell us. Who are you choosing?"

Driven into a corner, Lu Qingzhu decided to throw caution to the wind. She raised her head, looking completely nonchalant, and said something shocking. "Um, how about... trying them one at a time?"

The air instantly fell terrifyingly silent.

The young masters' faces turned livid, and they refused in unison, their voices cold. "Not a chance."

"You can only choose one."

Lu Qingzhu pouted and blinked. After a long moment, she raised a finger and pointed to a tall, graceful figure behind them.

Her voice was soft and sweet. "Then... I'll choose him."

Everyone turned around.

In the night, the man stood tall and straight, his bearing cool and restrained.

His expression was indifferent, but when he looked at Lu Qingzhu, the faintest hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

This was none other than the current head of the Xie family, the man everyone in the family respectfully called Uncle: Xie Yanci, who had sworn never to marry or have children.

He walked over at an unhurried pace and looked down at Lu Qingzhu, his voice low and enticing. "You choose me?"

"You won't regret it?"

Lu Qingzhu looked up, unapologetic. "Yes. So, are you going to marry me or not?"

Xie Yanci gave a slight nod and parted his thin lips. "All right."

The future heirs of the Xie family behind them: "...?"

Wait, Uncle? You can't do this.

You're using your age and seniority to bully the younger generation. That's not playing fair.

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