In the quick transmigration story, the most popular female supporting character is both delicate and

Song Xinran curled her lips into a cold smile, opened the car door, and got out.

Her long legs hung straight down, her figure tall and slender. Her gait was languid and casual, exuding a kind of decadent sexiness.

His gaze sharpened, fixed intently on Pei Yu's hand as he held Yun Yao...

His voice was clear, deep, and magnetic, with a playful tone, but more so with suppressed anger: "Long time no see, what a coincidence."

Startled by the dangerous aura emanating from Song Xinran, Yun Yao quickly patted Pei Yu's arm, urging him to put her down.

Pei Yu's thin lips curled slightly, and when his eyes met Song Xinran's, his fingers tightened even more.

But this position isn't ideal for fighting, so we should put her down first to avoid accidentally injuring her.

Song Xinran thought so too. If it weren't for the fear of accidentally hurting Yun Yao... and also, the fear that seeing his excessively ruthless side would frighten her...

He couldn't contain his anger the moment he saw them come downstairs.

Pei Yu put the person down, looked coldly at Song Xinran, and said in a mocking voice, "Sorry, I beat you to it this time."

Song Xinran raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on Yun Yao behind Pei Yu. "Is that so?"

Pei Yu stepped to the side, blocking Yun Yao and his view, "Don't scare her."

Song Xinran sneered, his tone mocking, "Don't fucking play the good guy here. I might not be as wicked as you, right, you opportunistic rich young master?"

Yun Yao peeked out at him, surprised that Song Xinran knew about Pei Yu's use of the company to blackmail her...

Pei Yu narrowed his dark eyes slightly, his voice resonating softly from his chest, his tone slow and deliberate, as if he were slowly and surely torturing his prey.

"Then ask Yun Yao whether she wants to go with you or with me?"

Song Xinran took a few steps forward, pulled Yun Yao over, and gently caressed her wrist with his slightly cold fingertips. His voice was soft and pleasant, but his dark gaze was extremely aggressive.

"Don't even mention the money to start a company, I can give you the money to start a hundred companies."

Yun Yao had known that Song Xinran was rich, but she never imagined he was this rich.

Pei Yu was taken aback upon hearing this. He couldn't find any information about Song Xinran, and he only thought that she was more secretive than the average person, but... it seems that Song Xinran's background is much better than he imagined.

He raised his hand and grabbed Yun Yao's other hand, his voice cool and clear, conveying a sense of control over the situation.

"Yun Yao, the company has just gotten on track, so it's best not to make any major changes. Your father is getting old, and he certainly doesn't want all his efforts to go to waste."

Of course... it's a good thing if other people are willing to invest.

Yun Yao understood Pei Yu's meaning: if she wanted to ensure that her family's previous company would not be taken over by other companies, she still had to stand on Pei Yu's side.

The business world is like a battlefield, full of human psychology and scheming. A small move can have far-reaching consequences. Unless you are willing to abandon your previous plans and schemes, money alone cannot solve everything.

Song Xinran licked his back teeth, inwardly cursing those power-hungry fools in his family who had to cause trouble at this crucial moment, preventing him from getting away and finding her sooner.

But it doesn't matter. Once Yun Yao has used up Pei Yu's resources, we'll teach her how to kick him to the curb.

It's all about interests. Before that, being a lover who comes after the other... isn't that exciting and more interesting?

Song Xinran slowly traced his long fingers to her waist, then grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

His hot breath hit her ear. "It's been a few days. How about we have a meal together? It shouldn't be a problem to add an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl, right?"

Yun Yao raised her hand to pry his fingers apart, but the harder she tried, the tighter he held her. Looking at Pei Yu's frighteningly gloomy face, she could only quickly respond with a fake smile.

"Yes, it's just having a meal together, of course."

Song Xinran's handsome eyebrows curved slightly as he raised his hand to ruffle her hair. "Okay, I'll take you home after dinner."

Pei Yu, with one hand in his pocket and a faint smile on his face, said calmly, "No need. I live with Yun Yao, so it's more convenient for me to take her back."

Yun Yao really wanted to tape his mouth shut. Was this the kind of time to say such things?

Song Xinran almost broke her waist!

Yun Yao quickly explained, "Our joint venture company is not far from my home, so he is temporarily staying at my house."

Pei Yu was still smiling, but his jawline was taut, and his handsome face was tinged with a rare hint of losing control.

In contrast, Song Xinran was in a much better mood, his eyes sparkling with laughter. He squeezed her soft hand and kissed it lightly a few times. "You're such a good girl, Yaoyao!"

"He's asking for it!" Pei Yu cursed inwardly, plotting how to get rid of this bastard.

For a moment, he almost lost control and punched him, but he wasn't so irrational as to strike first.

He wouldn't do what Song Xinran wanted, giving him a chance to play the victim in front of Yun Yao.

After dinner.

Song Xinran slightly raised her chin and glanced at the sky. It was already quite dark, and the streetlights were dim, making it the perfect time to push someone against the wall and kiss her until she was panting and begging for mercy.

Unfortunately... there's still a troublesome guy around.

But that's okay. If we don't have a chance here, there will be plenty of opportunities elsewhere...

Song Xinran, with the backlighting off, opened the door of Pei Yu's black Cayenne for Yun Yao and watched her get in.

Pei Yu's face darkened. Did he think this was his car?

Song Xinran looked at him coldly, the metallic lighter in her hand clicking intermittently, adding a sense of tension to the atmosphere under the dim light.

Yun Yao glanced at the two who were facing off again, sighed inwardly, and turned to Song Xinran to ask softly, "It's getting late, aren't you leaving?"

When facing Yun Yao, Song Xinran adopted a completely different attitude. He smiled slightly and said gently, "I'll leave after you all leave."

Yun Yao nodded. "Oh."

back home.

The living room was empty.

They've probably all gone upstairs to rest.

Yun Yao changed her shoes and was about to go upstairs when Pei Yu suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

His hands were restrained around her waist, and the burning heat of his chest traveled to her skin through the thin fabric.

The close proximity and overly intimate posture made Yun Yao's body tense.

Because he was holding her with his back turned, she couldn't see his expression, and she felt a little nervous. "What's wrong?"

Pei Yuwei leaned down, bracing himself against the stairwell wall with one hand, pulling her into his arms, and planting a series of light, delicate kisses on her neck...

Yun Yao has sensitive skin, and the kiss sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but twist her body, trying to get away.

But at the same time, a noise suddenly came from the kitchen.

It appears someone is taking milk out of the refrigerator and pouring it into a thermos to heat it up...

Yun Yao quickly raised her hand to push Pei Yu away, "There's someone there, probably my mother."

Pei Yu held her tightly with his hot, large hands, kissing her incessantly. "Shh, don't make a sound."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned her coat and threw it on the ground, then forcefully sucked on her shoulder blade.

Yun Yao almost cried out, but she covered her mouth and only dared to glare at him.

Pei Yu's thin lips curved slightly, and he chuckled softly, his gaze filled with intense desire. "A kiss mark, my mark."