The scene shifts.

The two people entangled on the sofa have now separated.

Returning to their positions—one standing, one sitting.

Boss Jiang sits on the sofa, the water on his face has dried.

While Pei Yunxi, standing not far away, has damp spots on her long white socks.

Her cheeks are still flushed, Pei Yunxi suddenly bends down, takes off her left sock, pauses, and then removes the right one too.

"You like them, right?! Take them all!"

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The two socks, rolled into a ball, fly through the air, unfurling before landing on Jiang Chen’s head.

The aim is remarkable.

Jiang Chen takes the sock off his hair without a hint of disdain.

Why disdain them?

If they were put up for sale, as long as it’s noted they were worn by Pei Yunxi, can you believe they’d go for a fortune?

Definitely more valuable than anything from Balenciaga!

Some people rely on material things to enhance their identity.

While others can use their identity to elevate material things.

Far from disdaining, his subsequent action is even more baffling as he uses the long white socks temporarily as a towel to wipe off the water on his neck and collar. The sight leaves Pei Yunxi stunned.

She knows her allure, but she didn’t expect it to be this powerful.

Shock, embarrassment, shame... all sorts of emotions churn inside her, causing her ten bare toes to curl involuntarily.

"Are you crazy?!"

She couldn’t help but shout.

"No worries. They’re very clean."

Jiang Chen doesn’t mind; he’s certainly not a pervert. If they were really dirty, how could he use them as a towel? It’s completely because the socks are clean as new, not like they’ve been worn.

"You don’t have athlete’s foot, do you?"

Seeing the other’s agitation, he suddenly speculates.

"You’re the one with athlete’s foot!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Pei Yunxi knows he’s doing it on purpose, but even knowing that, she can’t help but feel her emotions boiling over.

He had actually bitten her foot.

Just thinking about that sensation a while ago makes her feel uneasy, as if ants are crawling all over her.

Socks are still quite useful, better than a tissue. After wiping away the water with the socks, Jiang Chen doesn’t throw them away, and smoothly stuffs the long white socks into his pants pocket.

"What are you doing?"

Pei Yunxi notices and immediately questions.

"Do you still want them?"

Jiang Chen is surprised, "Your socks should be disposable, right?"

Not only socks, many celebrities don’t wear clothes twice either.

"I don’t want them but they’re still my socks. What are you keeping them for?"

"To take back as a gift."

Gift?

Jiang Chen explains, "We can have Cui Heng plan a lottery event to reward the fans who support CX Entertainment. Your socks could be the grand prize."

"......"

The sudden silence is the scariest.

"Give them back to me!"

Pei Yunxi’s voice becomes abnormal, she rushes forward without regard for gender boundaries, almost straddling Jiang Chen while reaching into his pants—not pants, but his pocket.

Jiang Chen doesn’t resist, remains motionless, and doesn’t take advantage while she retrieves the socks.

"Is it necessary to get so worked up over a pair of socks?"

"You pervert!"

Pei Yunxi clutches the socks and retreats sideways, yelling in a way that strips away her goddess image.

Jiang Chen sighs, shakes his head, stops arguing, and pats the spot beside him.

"Sit."

But he is a pervert; there’s no way she’d sit.

"Fine, keep them, I don’t want them, okay."

He pats the spot beside him again, "Sit."

Seeing her unmoved, the corners of his lips lift, "Or I’ll really turn into a pervert."

Must admit, his maneuvering started to make Pei Yunxi feel a little apprehensive.

Fearful of unpredictable perverts.

"What else do you want to do?"

Jiang Chen sighs, "What can I do? It’s just that I haven’t seen you in so long, I miss you a bit, that’s all."

This could work.

But could you at least button up your collar first?

This appearance, how could it not make one anxious?

"Speak, I can hear you."

In the end, Pei Yunxi chose to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens; there’s no other choice. The candid conversation earlier, rational and emotional, was clear in analyzing.

It seems—

Despite there being thousands of men in the world.

Only he is the true haven.

"Wasn’t everything great in Myanmar."

Jiang Chen muses.

"We’re not in Myanmar now."

Pei Yunxi’s succinct and straightforward answer momentarily stuns Jiang Chen.

It seems.

There’s a point.

"Can’t you just pretend we’re still in Myanmar? After all, it’s just the two of us here now."

Pretend?

Easy for him to say.

It’s not a film shoot.

Different surroundings bring entirely different states of mind.

"You need to respect my wishes."

Pei Yunxi suddenly says, her cryptic words leaving Jiang Chen puzzled.

What does she mean?

But upon seeing her clutching the long white socks again, Jiang Chen understands and can’t help but smile.

Since when has he not respected the will of women?

Failing to respect women is a criminal act.

"Haven’t I always shown you enough respect?"

"...You kicked me with your foot, I was merely defending myself."

Defending?

Who pushed her down first?

She was defending herself!

If she hadn’t resisted, the loss might not have been limited to just a pair of socks.

"Are you going to agree or not?"

Pei Yunxi avoids debating with him, for what’s done is done; arguing is pointless, and the police wouldn’t care.

Jiang Chen’s playful spirit kicks in, "What if I don’t agree?"

"You’d better think it over."

Truly a seasoned actress, quickly extricating herself from the mire of emotions.

Hah.

She actually started "threatening" him.

His earnest persuasion paid off, evidently, this acclaimed national goddess seems resigned, yet not fully resigned.