Jiang Chen didn’t bother to stare at the yoga pants wrapped around the hips; he wasn’t that vulgar.

Besides.

He had long since pulled this Eastern Venus down from her pedestal; they’ve even had their honeymoon.

Which part of her body wasn’t he familiar with?

Did he still need to peek?

"Bang."

Jiang Chen entered the room and closed the door.

"When did K.E start researching perfumes?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Pei Yunxi walked towards the living room, didn’t treat him as an outsider, picked up a glass of water and took a sip, "How did you know?"

Beauty lies in the bones, not the skin.

Some actresses become sloppy once off-camera, even worse than ordinary people, but this one... even a simple act of drinking water could be poster-worthy in every frame.

Who the hell said this world is fair?

Nonsense.

"You made Shu Rui your free advertising; how could I not know?"

Yoga pants certainly looked good, perfectly showcasing the leg shape, but their downside was equally obvious.

Being too tight, they hardly provide any cover, especially over private areas, creating an effect of trying to hide but failing, which could be quite embarrassing.

However, Boss Jiang was a gentleman; his eyes didn’t wander, adhering to the principle of seeing no evil.

"If you don’t like it, you can throw it away."

"That’s not what I meant."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "It smells pretty good. High-end."

Then, he continued, "Distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors; between neighbors, we should interact more."

Pei Yunxi looked at him, clearly noticing a change in him.

Distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors.

Interact more.

He wasn’t this "easygoing" before.

"What? Missed me?"

Seeing her glaring at him without speaking, Jiang Chen teased.

"Do you need anything?"

Pei Yunxi ignored him, putting on her signature icy demeanor, her protective shell.

"It’s okay if you don’t miss me. I miss you."

Boss Jiang, acting unusually, said as he stepped toward her.

Affected by his aura, Pei Yunxi unconsciously took two steps back, "Disgusting."

She probably wanted to express that it was cheesy.

Anyway, Jiang Chen certainly understood it that way. So, he remained unfazed, "Just expressing my genuine feelings."

Saying this, he glanced upstairs, "Li’er isn’t home, right?"

Still a sense of shame.

Women are often like this.

Strong on the outside, weak inside.

No matter how tough they appear, once a man takes charge, they become flustered.

Moreover, the two are already "perfectly matched."

Of course.

Some exceptions should be noted.

Like a certain Guanyin Bodhisattva.

However, Pei Yunxi, after all, is a top-tier celebrity who’s seen the world, and she behaved stronger than most women, facing someone’s gradual approach without retreating anymore, using her famous icy stare as a counterattack.

"Have a sip of water."

One step away, Jiang Chen stopped, reached out, and took the glass from her hand.

Watching him casually drink from her glass, such a blatant and intrusive act, Pei Yunxi not only didn’t get angry but even felt relieved.

As if.

Since he drank her water, he couldn’t bully her anymore.

A keen observer, Jiang Chen caught her microexpression and chuckled, "What? We’ve barely been apart, and you’re already acting like strangers?"

"Shameless!"

Clearly understanding the implied meaning, Pei Yunxi couldn’t bear it any longer, trying to pass by, but with Jiang’s agile skills, his hand remained steady with the water glass, and he stretched out his other hand.

"Slap."

The force wasn’t heavy.

Very light.

Yet it still made the yoga pants ripple.

Do women really exercise to please themselves?

In the end, isn’t it just benefiting men?

Still can’t figure it out.

Pei Yunxi froze, then suddenly turned around, her exquisite face turned pale to blue, then blue to red, hard to imagine such rich emotional changes appearing on her, especially outside of acting.

It’s not a decline in moral standards.

But Jiang Chen had undergone fierce tempering in Kyoto, becoming more mature.

Doing this to other women would undoubtedly be sleazy.

But to his own woman, isn’t it just a little fun?

Even if the police showed up, they couldn’t say anything.

"At the Bazaar Gala, you were chatting happily with a young guy."

Jiang Chen sipped his water lazily.

Pei Yunxi, emotions tumultuous, froze, her attention shifted, "Young guy? He’s older than you."

Oh?

But what kind of character was Boss Jiang, would he be embarrassed, ignoring her,

"You’re a married woman. Outside, pay attention to your conduct."

Truly shameless.

But just because he’s shameless doesn’t mean Pei Yunxi has the same audacity; this nationally known cold beauty’s expression became even more colorful, too busy to question what "married woman" meant, she quickly retorted, "Which eye saw us chatting happily?"

"Videos are everywhere online, still denying it."

Jiang Chen said calmly, "That guy won’t appear in public anymore."

Pei Yunxi’s pupils slightly widened.

Men.

Can they change faces so fast?

He was clearly graceful before.

"I was just exchanging a few words with him. It was the seating arranged by the organizers; am I supposed to ignore him?"

Pei Yunxi explained calmly.

She didn’t know why she had to explain.

Probably she simply didn’t like being maligned.

"Excuses."

Jiang Chen didn’t listen at all, "I don’t allow you to smile at any men, not even basic courtesy."

"You...!"

Pei Yunxi must have felt like she’d boarded a pirate ship, indeed in a hiatus but not fully retired from the industry, regardless of the field, isn’t social etiquette essential?

Even ordinary people engage in normal social activities, right?

According to his demands, is that even human? That’s slavery!

And the key.

This man wasn’t threatening; he had the ability to carry through his words.

"I didn’t smile at him; we were just speaking normally. If you don’t believe, watch the video again."

Facing the superior situation.

To prevent innocent people from getting involved, Pei Yunxi could only swallow her anger.

An artist wanting to craft their future needs considerable effort, whereas destroying it only takes certain people a few words.

Like the guy possessing her.

"Normal? If it were normal, would you defend him?"

Having others’ paths means leaving them no path.

Someone was emulating a certain type of woman.

Pei Yunxi was even provoked to a tight chest, showing how potent this tactic was; this representative of human beauty apex showcased indignation, more of helplessness, "Can’t you be reasonable?"

Increasingly like... a couple’s banter.

"I’ll let him go, but you must guarantee never to banter with men, not allowing them to approach within two steps, no, three steps."

Pei Yunxi’s chest heaved violently, no longer yielding.

"Whatever! Do as you please. It has nothing to do with me. If you can, ban the entire entertainment circle."

Still clever.

Jiang Chen laughed.

"Upset? Just joking with you."

Pei Yunxi turned away and walked towards the couch.

Was it really just a joke?

Should be.

Jiang Chen definitely wasn’t petty; on the contrary, he respected women more than most.

However, his "jokes" like this easily planted an alert in adversaries’ minds, causing them to recall his "joke" in future interactions with the opposite sex, thus emphasizing more.

Severely put.

Equivalent to PUA.

"Really just joking. I apologize sincerely. Sorry."

Jiang Chen followed.

Still eats soft and fears tough.

Try playing the same joke on Lan Peizhi, she’d punch "bang bang," and he’d become honest.

"Who I talk to is my freedom. Or else, cancel the contract."

Pei Yunxi sat on the couch, speaking coldly and resolutely.

Jiang Chen remained unfazed.

Simply demanding the right to speak, excessive?

Definitely not.

It’s hardly even a demand.

"Then no smiling, can we?"

"I want to smile! I’ll smile when I want to! Who are you to stop me!"

Watching the woman on the edge of a meltdown, Jiang Chen held the glass, finally unable to resist, grinning stupidly.

"Boom!"

A sofa cushion came flying.

Jiang Chen clutched his shoulder, "It hurts."