Chapter 39: Stunningly Dressed Up

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Four o’clock.” Pei Zhi adjusted his collar and stood up. “I’ll go back and change first. I’ll pick you up later.”

“Okay.” Lin Jiao sent him to the door.

She handed over the car key on the shoe cabinet. When the figure disappeared, she quickly closed the door to block out the heat wave.

She walked to the wardrobe and looked at the dresses and women’s bags, not knowing what to dress for tonight.

It was not difficult to tell that the sexy dresses were all chosen by Lan Ying.

The remaining ones that looked cute were prepared by Lin Hongyuan and his current wife.

In comparison, Lin Jiao was more inclined to the former.

She opened the glass cabinet and chose a wine-colored halter dress from the pile.

Then, she matched it with a set of jewelry, a chain bag, and high heels.

She had not dressed up seriously in a long time. After changing her clothes, she sat in front of the mirror and put on some makeup.

“Lin Jiao, I’m downstairs.” Pei Zhi glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was exactly four o’clock. “Are you done changing?”

“I’m still doing my hair.”

“Don’t worry. Take your time.”

Lin Jiao quickly put on lipstick before walking out in her black high heels.

The car door opened a moment later.

When Pei Zhi, who was smoking, caught sight of her, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

A woman in a wine-red dress bent down and got into the car. A few strands of curly hair rippled on her shoulders, vaguely revealing her neck.

She turned around and found her seatbelt. When she turned to look at him, the smile on her lips dazzled him, and everything behind her became her backdrop.

Pei Zhi had not seen her like this for a long time.

It was as if she had returned to that year when she bumped into his arms with a faint fragrance and barged into his world without warning.

“Uncle, the cigarette ash is about to fall.” Lin Jiao was afraid that the sparks would land on him, so she leaned over with an ashtray.

Only then did Pei Zhi feel the heat on his fingertips.

He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and casually glanced at her collarbone before looking away, not daring to look at her anymore.

“This dress suits you very well.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” he said. She would probably break into his dream tonight.

Lin Jiao brushed the end of her dress and smiled.

She opened the message on WeChat. “Uncle, Yilan can only come at night.”

“Ignore her.” If she didn’t come, Pei Zhi would have time to spend with Lin Jiao. “Help me navigate the road.”

After replying, Lin Jiao clicked on the location sent by Zhou Yanshen and asked him, “What navigation voice do you like? Lin Chi-Ling or Crayon Shin-chan?”

“I’m fine with either.”

“Lin Chi-Ling then.”

Pei Zhi had no objections.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he watched the rearview mirror as he made a U turn. “Do you like her voice?”

“Kinda.” Lin Jiao adjusted the height of the seat and leaned back in satisfaction. “I sometimes imitate her voice with Pei Yilan.”

“Show me.”

“Forget it. I’m afraid you’ll get goosebumps.”

Pei Zhi chuckled. “I won’t.”

“Do you really want to hear it?”

“If you want to.” He’d never forced her to do anything. What she wanted was the priority.

Lin Jiao cleared her throat. “I’ll only imitate her voice once.”