Chapter 193 The Ruthless Patriarch 2 (2/2)

But there was no joy in that laughter.

"The agreement is signed, can I leave now?"

Zi Xi's body tensed up instantly.

Pei Mozhi is dangerous, and she thinks she should keep her distance for the time being and make a long-term plan.

Pei Mozhi had already gotten up and walked back to his sofa, sitting down calmly as if the brief lewd incident had never happened.

He picked up the intercom and gave a brief instruction: "Prepare the car."

"Let's go, Mrs. Pei, your new home is in Pei Garden."

Then he looked up at Zi Xi, his tone returning to its previous calmness, but carrying an unquestionable command.

Pei Garden.

It's that manor perched on the hillside on the other side of the city.

"I live in my own place."

Zi Xi's voice was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

She needs space, a private space where she can catch her breath and recover after being detached from the world of transmigration.

"Not going?"

Pei Mozhi raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world, and gave a short, mocking laugh.

"Zhao Zixi, Article 3 of the agreement clearly states in black and white that Party B must reside at the address designated by Party A. Your signature is still fresh."

His long, slender fingers, carrying an undeniable sense of authority, lightly tapped on the document on the table, whose ink seemed not yet completely dry.

Pei Mozhi was instantly struck by a strong sense of absurdity.

reject?

How dare she refuse?

She couldn't possibly know his purpose.

So what right does a woman who signed this almost slavish contract to escape pressure to get married and for the huge allowance he offered have to say no?

Once the agreement is signed, she should accept her fate and put away her pointless pride.

What bothered him even more was the intense curiosity that surged within him.

He had naturally investigated Zhao Zixi.

According to reports, she was driven to desperation by her family's pressure to get married.

She appears cold and hard to outsiders, but at home, she is a timid and submissive woman caught up in family ties.

Aside from being beautiful, he couldn't hear what was in her heart.

What's wrong with this woman?

Despite thinking this, Pei Mozhi's gaze still uncontrollably slid towards her cheek.

Just now, when he leaned down to apply pressure, he was very close to her, his fair and delicate face almost touching hers.

His fingertips brushed against it briefly, the sensation extremely fleeting, yet lingering with remarkable clarity.

It's cool and smooth, exceptionally tender, like a freshly peeled egg, with a clean feel.

It didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all; the feeling was unfamiliar and abrupt.

In the dim light inside the car, that tactile memory stubbornly resurfaced.

He placed his left hand on his knee, and the pad of his thumb began to unconsciously and very slightly rub the side of his index finger.

His movements were discreet, carrying a lingering sense of satisfaction that even he himself was not fully aware of.

He was confirming that fleeting cool, smooth sensation.

This feeling wouldn't go away, and it bothered him.

When would Pei Mozhi ever be distracted by the feel of a woman's skin?

Especially since it's just a toy?

This is absolutely absurd!

But the caressing motion of her fingertips, seemingly carrying memories, couldn't be stopped.