Peng Zezai's lips curled into a faint smile as he stared at her small face. They had been married for three years and treated each other like strangers. They had never slept together at home. Even when they slept together in the old residence, they did not share the same bed. He did not love her and women were just a burden to him.
However, ever since he slept with a certain woman when he was abroad, he had been holding back a fire in his heart. Looking at her delicate and charming appearance, it was as if he had seen her moaning under his body that night, the woman who had dug so hard that there were red marks all over his back.
Zhao Jia scolded him, "You're a stingy man..."
He was stingy just because he did not adjust the air conditioner? If he adjusted the air conditioner, wasn't he just pampering her? He picked up the remote control and kept pressing it until it stopped at 16 degrees Celsius.
She glanced at the figure beside the bed out of the corner of her eyes. "Hubby, we've been married for so many years and we've been sleeping separately. You're so old, don't you have needs?"
He kept silent. He had needs right now.
Especially at this moment, she was still looking at him with her alluring eyes. If he was not wrong, she was not wearing anything under the blanket. His gaze was dark as he turned around and left the room.
With a bang, the door slammed shut heavily. Zhao Jia fell asleep in a daze.
The next day, she was woken up by the cold and could not remember what happened last night. Suddenly, she recalled a few scenes in her mind. She had gone crazy. She actually asked Peng Zezai if he had any needs, as if she was deprived.
At that moment, Peng Zezai was eating elegantly in the restaurant downstairs. He was wearing a white T-shirt. "I don't want what happened last night to happen a second time. You're the housekeeper here. If anyone doesn't listen, tell them to get lost!"
"What happened last night?" Uncle Zhao asked with a laugh.
He had heard that the young master had entered his wife's room last night. It had been three years. The young master's heart was finally melting.
"There was something wrong with the dishes last night. She went crazy, so you guys went crazy too?"
"Young master, you can't blame her. Last night was the old master's idea!"
"Grandfather?"
"Yes... Wasn't it the old madam who urged her to give birth? The old master might not be anxious on the surface, but he's still anxious on the inside... Young master, please don't blame the mistress."
"So... I was wrong?" He sneered.
"No, young master, you weren't wrong. How could you be wrong? Madam is coming down..." Uncle Zhao saw a figure on the stairs.
He suddenly lost his appetite. He wiped his mouth, turned around, and walked past Zhao Jia in the corridor.
Zhao Jia was still hesitating about greeting him, but in the end, he did not even spare her a glance before he walked past her. Alright, it was better if he did not greet her. It was less awkward that way.
Peng Zezai had just walked out of the main door when he saw a truck parked on the gravel road. A few servants took their clothes and bags from the truck one after another.
"What is this?" he asked coldly.
"I heard that madam placed an order for this yesterday morning. She bought it from overseas and had it sent here as soon as it arrived," the servant replied.
Her voice came from the villa. "Wow, my new clothes are here..."
Peng Zezai ignored her and quickly got into the car. Zhao Jia looked at the new clothes and bag with satisfaction. Such a beautiful dress suited her status as the eldest young mistress of Peng family and the female CEO of her company.
After breakfast, she was conflicted about what to wear out the door today.
"Madam, a guest has arrived."
Zhao Jia stood in the brand new cloakroom. "Okay, let her in."
Zhao Jia took out a dress and sized it up. "What do you think of this dress?"
"Jia Jia, you are so beautiful. You look good in everything." Fang Tang looked pleased.
"What happened on Weibo?"
"Last night, in the middle of the night, Lin Qingyan posted on Weibo saying that she was just helping a friend celebrate her birthday. She went through the motions and left immediately. She went to the hospital with her friends and added a photo of her with Wanqing."
Her publicist must be very good. With Lin Qingyan's arrogant personality, she would not take this attack sitting down. Zhao Jia had already guessed that there would be a counterattack.
"So, the netizens' opinions have changed now?" Zhao Jia held out her skirt. "Fang Tang, it's the weekend. Why do you always talk to me about work?"
"You used to work on weekends too... Are you going to sneak a peek at Mr. Peng later?"
"You just... said that I peeked at him?" Zhao Jia was stunned.
"That's... openly peeking?" Fang Tang hesitated, "Jia Jia, I know that I don't have any say when it comes to your love life, but as long as it's your choice, I will support you. I will handle Lin Qingyan's matter as I see fit. Take care of the baby in your belly."
She quickly denied it. "I'm not going." She stared at the pair of pearl earrings. "Could it be... that I used to peek at him often?"
She was too modest. She could not imagine doing it.
"Mr. Peng doesn't want to see you. You always miss him too much, so you used to inquire about where he would be, then go out to secretly watch him... I was wrong. This isn't peeking. You were just missing him." Fang Tang walked to her side and picked up the pair of earrings.