Zhi Yao clung to Pei Chiyao's arm and leaned against his shoulder, also joining him in looking at the emails.
Pei Chiyao's inbox was filled with scripts.
The young lady read aloud from the scripts, unable to contain herself, "She flees, he pursues, both unable to fly despite having wings... A car accident causes the former corporate emperor to lose his memory, forgetting the person he deeply loved, until..."
Pei Chiyao didn't wait for Zhi Yao to continue reading and simply clicked to delete that email in the top right corner.
What a clichéd, melodramatic script.
He scrolled down a page, only to find an even more melodramatic one.
"They were originally siblings, until an accident revealed the truth about their past..."
Pei Chiyao: "..." A soap opera for orthopedics? Have TV shows really gone this far these days?
After a moment of speechlessness, he clicked delete.
Zhi Yao silently glanced at Pei Chiyao, then shifted her gaze back to her phone screen.
"She was an illegitimate daughter of the Manor of the Prime Minister, reborn in another life... Wait, Pei Chiyao, what does 'illegitimate daughter' mean?"
Alright, this one could also be ruled out, too complex for Zhi Yao's current acting skills to handle.
Pei Chiyao rarely acted in TV shows, so this was his first time discovering... that TV shows had become so low-quality these days!
It was either about an amnesiac CEO or a melodramatic mess.
Shows of such poor quality would only invite criticism if produced.
He would never let Zhi Yao act in them.
"Why did you stop reading?" Seeing Pei Chiyao put away his phone, Zhi Yao asked curiously.
"None of these are suitable for you."
Not suitable for her?
Zhi Yao blinked and tilted her head, saying, "Why aren't they suitable for me? I think they're very suitable!"
The young lady had a good memory, able to recite the scripts she had just read almost verbatim.
"She has a pair of distinct black and white eyes, seaweed-like long hair, and a hint of aloofness in her smile..."
The young lady immediately flipped down the car's mirror and forced a smile.
Pei Chiyao: "..."
Such a cold character might be a bit too difficult for Zhi Yao.
After all, his little lady's face simply read "naive" written all over it.
But Pei Chiyao didn't say this aloud, as Zhi Yao might ignore him if he did, and he would have trouble sleeping at night.
Zhi Yao excitedly patted Pei Chiyao's hand, about to speak when his phone's ringtone interrupted her.
"Hello."
He answered the call, his previously relaxed and languid expression suddenly tensing upon hearing the voice on the other end.
A minute later, Pei Chiyao said softly, "I understand."
Then, he hung up the call.
"Yao Yao, helping you pick a script may have to be delayed."
He had originally planned to take Zhi Yao to meet a reputable scriptwriter he knew in the industry tomorrow, but now... it seemed they would have to wait a while longer.
Zhi Yao looked up at Pei Chiyao, "Is something wrong?"
Pei Chiyao's expression didn't look good, and Zhi Yao rarely saw him with such a serious look.
"It's nothing, just don't go out for now. I'll take you back to the Ling family in a bit."
Shen Xiong had returned to the country.
Without much thought, he knew it must be because of Shen Yilian.
Shen Xiong was ruthless, having seen all kinds of storms in his life...
If he found out that Shen Yilian had a conflict with Zhi Yao before her passing, even without any evidence, he would kill Zhi Yao to vent his anger.
His naive little vixen would have to stay indoors for a while. He would let her out to play again after sending the Shen father and daughter back together.
Zhi Yao wanted to ask more, but seeing Pei Chiyao's unhappy expression, she didn't dare continue, worried she would further upset him.
The car sped along until reaching the Ling family residence.
After dropping off Zhi Yao, Pei Chiyao didn't go in with her.
He opened the location Ling Er had sent him and left again.
Zhi Yao stood at the gate of the villa, watching Pei Chiyao's car speed away. It took her a while to come back to her senses.
Until... someone tapped her shoulder, and Zhi Yao finally came around, turning to look behind her.
Turning around, Zhi Yao was startled again.
"It's... you."
It was Ling Jue.
Ling Jue's wide grin immediately fell upon hearing Zhi Yao's words.
"Yao Yao, I'm your dad!"
If Ling Jue had a big wolf tail at that moment, it would definitely be drooping.
Why didn't she call him dad! The wolf was truly heartbroken QAQ.
Zhi Yao instinctively moved to stand by the doorway pillar, as if clinging to a lifeline, "You... did you need something?"
The young lady's actions practically screamed, "I'm scared, don't come over here."
"Yao Yao, did you hear any sound?" Ling Jue said with a dejected look.
"What sound?" The young lady moved her ears but heard only silence, as it was almost night.
Ling Jue looked even more dejected, "Listen, the sound of my heart breaking."
Zhi Yao: "..."
She couldn't help but hug the pillar tighter, help mom, there's a strange person here!
Ling Jue seemed to recall something, and a flash of white light appeared before Zhi Yao's eyes. In the next second, the tall, heroic middle-aged man standing before her suddenly transformed into a snow wolf...
He shook his thick, fluffy fur and stuck out his tongue, his bright green eyes fixated on Zhi Yao as he plopped down on the ground about two meters away from her...
Looking just like... a Husky.
Wolfie!
Zhi Yao's eyes lit up, wanting to go hug the wolf but not daring to...
She knew this was the villain Ling Jue.
But... Wolfie was so cute!
Ling Jue laid on the ground, and seeing Zhi Yao unwilling to approach, he rested his head on his front paws, letting out a pitiful "woo woo" sound from his throat.
This time, Zhi Yao couldn't resist anymore.
The young lady battled within herself for two seconds before rushing over to hug Ling Jue.
This wasn't Ling Jue's true form.
Ling Jue's true form was a snow wolf king twice the size of his current appearance.
But even at this size, he was still much larger than Zhi Yao.
The young lady could almost hang from his body.
"Woof woof..." Zhi Yao couldn't help but nuzzle her cheek against the incredibly soft ring of fur around Ling Jue's neck.
It was so soft, so soft, so comfortable that Zhi Yao squinted her eyes in delight.
The young lady leaned half her body against Ling Jue's, whose warmth was cozier than the finest coral fleece blanket.
Before she knew it, Zhi Yao felt a little drowsy.
Throughout, Ling Jue remained motionless until the young lady completely slumped against him.
