400 Why Would a Cushion Provoke Him?

    After Lin Yan ended the call, she glanced at the time on her phone. She reckoned that Pei Yucheng would be back soon.

    As expected, she heard the sound of the door opening. Familiar footsteps were heard at the entrance.

    Pei Yucheng was clad in an indigo Dior suit, and a camel brown coat was hanging on his arm. He tugged at his tie as he strode in.

    Qin Huan trailed after him, looking as though he was reporting something to him. Xing Chen, who usually looked flippant and nonchalant, appeared rather preoccupied as he dragged his feet behind them.

    Lin Yan sat on the couch cross-legged, hugging a soft, fluffy cushion. She scrambled to her feet and said, "Mr. Pei! You're home!"

    They had been cohabiting and he was her boyfriend, yet the way they addressed each other remained the same. It was rather odd and distant.

    However, as time went by, she had gotten used to it. Pei Yucheng didn't correct her, so she continued to address him the same way.

    If she really had an affectionate name for Pei Yucheng, she would feel as though she had committed sacrilege for some strange reason.

    Pei Yucheng seemed to be a little tipsy. His eyes looked slightly languid and gloomier than usual too.

    Pei Yucheng's eyes trailed to the girl when she spoke. His eyes sparkled with billowing emotions at the sight of her. However, when his gaze trailed to the cushion she was hugging, he turned cold instantly...

    Lin Yan blinked in confusion as Pei Yucheng stared at her intently. She had no idea why he was looking at her like that.

    After some time, she realized that he was actually staring at the cushion in her arms...

    Huh? What was wrong with the cushion?

    Why did Pei Yucheng look so hostile and aloof?

    Why would he be so hostile to a cushion?

    She had been exceedingly careful since the first day she had moved in. She had hidden all 'dangerous' items well. This cushion belonged to Pei Yucheng's house, so why would it provoke him?

    Lin Yan instinctively cast a questioning look at Qin Huan, who was standing behind. What was wrong with his boss?

    Qin Huan coughed gently and used his hand to mimic a throwing motion.


    Why was Qin Huan waving his hand?

    Lin Yan was even more perplexed.

    Qin Huan noticed that Lin Yan didn't comprehend his message and mouthed silently the words 'throw it away'.

    Pei Yucheng had already begun to march towards Lin Yan slowly.

    As the man came closer, a huge suffocating pressure overwhelmed her...

    Lin Yan shuddered and shuffled her feet. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the cushion...

    As Pei Yucheng stood before the girl, the silver watch incredibly began to beep shrilly...

    Damn it!

    What was going on?

    The hair on Lin Yan's body stood on end in fright as she heard this alarm, which reminded her of death.

    He had been stable and well for the past few days. Why would the watch sound the alarm out of the blue?

    Was she supposed to fight him now?

    No way would she want to fight with Pei Yucheng again! Over her dead body!

    Her heart had felt a pinch and some pain when he had smashed the desk previously. All the items in the house definitely looked expensive. How much pain would she feel if she had accidentally smashed a cup?

    Qin Huan and Xing Chen's expressions hardened when they heard the alarm. They immediately began to gesture at Lin Yan wildly.
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