Chapter Four: Still Accusing Her Falsely

When Yu Youchu woke up again, the man was nowhere to be seen beside her.

A sharp ache pulsed between her legs. She whimpered softly as she sat up, her mind quickly flooded with the shameful scene from the previous night.

How could she have done such a thing?

Biting her lip until it bled, Yu Youchu stared at the humiliating marks on the sheets, her face flushed with heat.

How was she going to face Pei Jiayin now?

The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she became. But seeing that it was already past eight o’clock, she dared not waste any more time. She hurriedly took a shower, dealt with the sheets, and rushed off to work.

She barely managed to avoid being late.

Currently, she worked as a junior assistant at an advertising design firm. Her tasks were not heavy but tedious, and she had to find time to study as well.

As she settled at her desk and opened her computer to check her assignments, her phone suddenly chimed—a WeChat friend request popped up.

It was from Pei Jiayin.

Why was he reaching out to her?

Did he feel awkward and want to end their shared living arrangement? Or did he think she had ulterior motives and was deliberately seducing him?

Yu Youchu’s heart skipped a beat, and with trembling fingers, she accepted the request.

After a long pause, a message appeared: a transfer of one hundred thousand yuan.

She gripped her phone tightly.

What was he trying to say?

Before she could react, another message arrived: "Is this enough? If not, I can send more."

She trembled with anger.

Did he really think she was some shameless woman willing to sell herself for money?

Though she was in need, she would never stoop to that!

With shaky fingers, she sent back a single word: "Get lost." Without hesitation, she blocked him, her eyes burning red with fury.

Men were truly all no good!

Just then, her team leader came by to assign tasks. Holding back tears, Yu Youchu focused on her work, silently resolving to pack up and move out at noon.

If worst came to worst, the company’s small storage room could serve as a temporary refuge.

Meanwhile, Pei Jiayin stood by the office’s floor-to-ceiling window, his expression puzzled.

Had he done something wrong?

That morning, realizing what had happened between them the night before, he felt uneasy and arrived at work early.

But after much reflection, all he felt was guilt toward her.

Even if she had been the one to initiate, she was drunk—how could he have taken advantage of her?

Remembering her mention of financial hardship, he had asked the agency for her contact details and sent her money. Yet now she had blocked him outright?

Frowning, Pei Jiayin dialed her number.

A choked voice answered: "Who’s this?"

Gathering his composure, he said, "This is Pei Jiayin."

With a click, the call was abruptly cut off.

She must have misunderstood him!

Pei Jiayin tightened his lips, a wave of frustration rising within him. He summoned his assistant.

"Help me look up someone."

After providing Yu Youchu’s name and number, the assistant quickly found her: "Mr. Pei, she’s an intern at our subsidiary, Huasheng Advertising."

He was taken aback.

What a coincidence...

Yu Youchu endured until lunch break, confirming with her supervisor that she could temporarily stay in the storage room, then headed back to pack.

Descending the stairs, she spotted a sleek sports car parked outside the company.

A group of girls excitedly gathered nearby.

"That’s a McLaren! The guy driving looks really handsome!"

"Should we try to get his contact info?"

Yu Youchu, distracted, intended to leave without looking. Suddenly, the car door opened, and a figure strode forward to block her path.

"Can you give me a chance to explain?"

Startled, she looked up to see Pei Jiayin’s anxious face.

Clenching her fists, she ground out through clenched teeth, "What’s there to explain?"

"Let’s just pretend last night never happened. I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll move out of your place immediately."

Pei Jiayin’s brow twitched. He reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"I don’t know what you’re misunderstanding, but the money I transferred means nothing else—I just thought you were really in need."

"I may be short on money, but I would never sell myself!"

Her face darkened as she tried to push him away.

Pei Jiayin’s lips pressed tight.

"Sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for. I don’t want to hear it!"

Before she could finish, Pei Jiayin scooped her up, placed her in the driver’s seat of the McLaren, locked the door, and started the car.

He could have avoided the confrontation, but inexplicably, he didn’t want her to misunderstand him. Nor did he want her to leave just like that.

She was a young woman with no money—where else could she go?

Yu Youchu was momentarily stunned and dared not struggle in the car. She only demanded coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

Taking a deep breath, Pei Jiayin said, "We need to clear up what happened yesterday. I owe you an explanation. Let’s go home and talk it through."

Though doubtful, Yu Youchu averted her gaze, silently following him.

What was this young master really up to? She hadn’t clung to him, yet he refused to let go.

Neither noticed Shen Wang standing outside the company, staring dumbfounded at the luxury car, a flash of malice in his eyes.

He had thought Yu Youchu would soon bow her head and submit, so he planned to show mercy and give her another chance.

After all, though her background was humble, she was pretty and compliant—easy to manipulate.

But he never expected that, just two days after their breakup, she would be involved with someone driving a McLaren!

Thinking of the man who was more handsome than him and clearly from a respectable family, his resentment deepened.

That shameless wretch!

Pretending to be pitiful when they broke up, but secretly already entangled with another man!

Gritting his teeth, he started his car to follow the McLaren and dialed a number.

"Auntie, this is Shen Wang... I’ve broken up with Chuchu, but there’s something you should know..."

...

Back at home, Pei Jiayin led Yu Youchu inside, pursed his lips, and poured her a glass of water.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Yu Youchu hadn’t noticed before, but his question made her cheeks flush with heat.

She’d felt uneasy all morning—her body ached, and every step was painful between her legs.

"I’m fine. If you have something to say, just say it!" She refused to meet his eyes.

Pei Jiayin pressed his lips tighter.

"I was wrong too about last night. If you’re willing, I want to..."

Before he could finish, the doorbell rang.

He looked toward the door, then got up to answer it, finding the building’s security guard.

"Sir, you’re the new tenant here, right?"

The guard was polite.

"Is that McLaren outside yours?"

Pei Jiayin nodded. "Is there a problem?"

The guard hesitated.

"There’s someone outside causing a scene. He claims you stole his girlfriend and is making a fuss. He insists on seeing you. We didn’t want to call the police directly, so we thought..."

Pei Jiayin frowned sharply, but Yu Youchu sensed something was wrong.

"Did he say his name?"

The guard scratched his head.

"Shen... Shen Wang?"

Yu Youchu’s fists clenched instantly.

That scumbag—he cheated and was now trying to slander her!

She slammed down her glass and rushed out.