บท 401: Why Would a Cushion Provoke Him?

After Lin Yan ended the call, she glanced at the time on her phone. She reckoned that Pei Yucheng would be back soon.

As expected, she heard the sound of the door opening. Familiar footsteps were heard at the entrance.

Pei Yucheng was clad in an indigo Dior suit, and a camel brown coat was hanging on his arm. He tugged at his tie as he strode in.

Qin Huan trailed after him, looking as though he was reporting something to him. Xing Chen, who usually looked flippant and nonchalant, appeared rather preoccupied as he dragged his feet behind them.

Lin Yan sat on the couch cross-legged, hugging a soft, fluffy cushion. She scrambled to her feet and said, "Mr. Pei! You're home!"

They had been cohabiting and he was her boyfriend, yet the way they addressed each other remained the same. It was rather odd and distant.

However, as time went by, she had gotten used to it. Pei Yucheng didn't correct her, so she continued to address him the same way.