Extreme Pampering-Chapter 79 - Moving Away from Huating

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 Moving Away from Huating.

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 Moving Away from Huating.

The butler got up early in the morning and was startled to find Shen Zhiyi sleeping on the living room sofa, “Why did you sleep here?”

Last night’s argument didn’t even seem like an argument, it was quiet and swift, and didn’t disturb anyone else. Shen Zhiyi had packed her things after midnight. It was not an appropriate time to disturb anyone, so she took a short nap on the sofa.

She sat up, holding the blanket, not noticing that this blanket should have been in the bedroom, “What time is it?”

After she spoke, she realized her voice was hoarsely severe, her throat was also sore. The headache from last night not only had not eased, but seemed to be getting worse. She felt uncomfortable all over and didn’t want to move.

The butler glanced at the clock, “Six o’clock.”

Suddenly noticing the suitcase beside her, she was slightly surprised, “Are you going out of town for a shoot? How many days will this trip be?”

“No,” Shen Zhiyi folded the blanket, Xiaodong had seen the message she sent at midnight, and was driving over, “I am moving away.”

“What?”

The butler didn’t react at once, “Move to where? Isn’t it good living here? Is it because the commute is inconvenient or—”

Shen Zhiyi interrupted her, “It’s neither.”

She said softly, “I broke up with Pei Yu.”

The butler stood frozen.

“Everything was fine yesterday, how did it suddenly—” she didn’t understand, it seemed the two of them were growing closer, “Did Mr. get angry at you?”

She knew Pei Yu had a temper, though she had never seen him lose it at Shen Zhiyi, she could only guess as much.

“No,” Shen Zhiyi smiled faintly, her smile quickly fading as she looked down to hide her expression, “We were bound to break up anyway.”

It was just a matter of time.

The butler’s efforts to persuade her were futile, and Pei Yu hadn’t come down yet, she was almost frantic with worry.

Xiaodong was equally confused, helping Shen Zhiyi load her luggage into the car. She hadn’t brought much luggage when she arrived, and this time too, she left with hardly anything.

“Sister,” she asked cautiously, “are you alright?”

She didn’t know what had happened between them, but she could guess a bit, how could a relationship with someone like Pei Yu last forever? It was bound to end eventually, she was just worried Shen Zhiyi might be too deeply involved.

“I’m fine,” not wanting to worry others, Shen Zhiyi instinctively smiled at her, but Xiaodong’s expression grew even more concerned, she suddenly realized that her current state probably really wasn’t “fine.”

As the car carrying Shen Zhiyi drove away from Huating, the butler turned and walked back to the main house, finding Pei Yu had come down at some point, staring at the neatly folded blanket on the sofa, lost in thought, not moving for a long time.

After a long while, he finally spoke, ordering someone to prepare the car.

It was the season when late summer transitions to early autumn, the wind in the mountains was strong, causing the bamboo forest to rustle loudly, several delicate bamboos were snapped at the waist by the wind, leaving sharp breaks.

Hearing footsteps, Father Pei was not surprised at all, he knew his son and knew Pei Yu would come back.

Father and son looked at each other silently, and after a long while, Pei Yu finally spoke.

“She left.”

As you said.

His face was emotionless when he said this, extraordinarily calm, as if a certain nerve had completely blocked the receptors for grasping this event, making him seem slow and numb.

Father Pei was tending to the flowers on the balcony when he looked back at him. Because he understood him too well, he could also see the turmoil under his calm exterior, and he scorned it.

As a father, he could not accept Pei Yu’s strength, but he detested his weakness even more.

“Son, let it be over now.”

Men of the Pei Family were passionate, fickle, but none was foolishly faithful; naturally, he wouldn’t let his son break this tradition.

“Your attachment to Shen Zhiyi was merely because you hadn’t got her before; now that you have, it’s time to let go. Ask yourself, have you really reached the point where you can’t manage without her?”

How could it be possible?

In Father Pei’s view, Pei Yu’s concern for Shen Zhiyi had something to do with his own role as a father. He had once been forced to give up on Shen Zhiyi due to his own meddling and naturally harbored a grudge about it. Did he desire Shen Zhiyi as a way to rebel against his father’s authority from those years ago?

Love? That was a joke.

Pei Yu himself was unclear about his own feelings and couldn’t answer that question.

Only Shen Zhiyi and no one else?

He didn’t know.

If it was as Father Pei said, merely an obsession, merely desiring what he could not have, then now that he had once had her, would he no longer see her shadow in his dreams?

His thoughts were in turmoil, and what he pondered most was the silent tear that had fallen last night.

The last time she had shed tears was for Huo Heng.

Compared to Huo Heng, who had been by her side for over a decade, wasn’t he terribly inadequate?

His father’s words did not have the effect he had anticipated. His brows furrowed in a mix of warning and reminder, “Pei Yu, wake up, it’s over.”

Pei Yu gave a faint smile, as if mocking himself for still being unsettled by this.

Yes, it was over.

“Is it really over between you two?”

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At the same time, Shen Zhiyi was being questioned by Wang Feifei. As an agent, she necessarily had to know about the romantic life of her artists, especially since this relationship was viewed as not so pure by outsiders.

“Mm.”

Shen Zhiyi still had a headache and wasn’t much in the mood to talk.

Wang Feifei did not pry too much into private matters, but one concern was paramount, “Did you part on good terms?”

Because it was Pei Yu, this question was particularly crucial.

Shen Zhiyi knew what she was worried about. She couldn’t provide an answer, only saying, “He won’t do anything.”

He wasn’t that kind of person and didn’t need to be. Now that they were apart, there was no reason for him to waste more time on her.

Wang Feifei could tell she didn’t want to discuss it further, “Alright, Xiaodong told me you’ve been feeling unwell lately. Do you want to go to the hospital? I can arrange it.”

“No need, I’m just too tired,” Shen Zhiyi said. “We’ll have to pause shooting for a while; get me onto a variety show instead.”

Director Meng’s family had an emergency, and the film crew would be shutting down for a while. Shen Zhiyi was already exhausted. Although this time should have been for rest, she preferred to take on more work.

Wang Feifei did not ask further, “Alright, I’ll send you a few variety show scripts.”

“Sister Zhiyi,” Xiaodong finished tidying up the car and found a triangular sapphire cufflink in the corner, “It seems it was left here last time.”

It belonged to Pei Yu.

She was a bit troubled, “What should we do with it?”

Should it be specially delivered back to him?

The sapphire was dark blue, scattering fragments of starlight. That day, Shen Zhiyi had personally chosen it and had helped him put it on; she could still recall the casual flick of his fingertips.

“Give it to me.”

She took it and held it in her palm.

She had thought that separating would make a clean break, but imperceptibly something had become entangled beyond recognition, where reason could not help at all.