Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 149 No matter the problem, your feelings are always the most important.

As the surroundings quieted down, Yan Zhuoyu remembered the incident of spilling the condiments and felt a little guilty.

"You've gotten your pants all dirty. It must be uncomfortable to wear them all the time, right?"

"Why are you still thinking about this? This isn't like you. Besides, it was my fault for putting the seasonings out too far."

Pei Weijin said slowly, "Experts have said that these dangerous items should be kept out of reach of children to prevent accidental ingestion or collision."

"Okay, so you're saying I'm only as smart as a three-year-old? I'm very smart!"

Yan Zhuoyu muttered a rebuttal.

She did feel quite guilty, but Pei Weijin and the others' reactions made her feel relieved.

The same thing, but the way it was handled and the result were completely different from when I was a child.

Yan Zhuoyu lowered her eyelashes, her heart aching with a bittersweet feeling. She picked up a strand of black hair with her fingers and unconsciously wrapped it around her.

It turns out that if you break a dish or spill something, you can joke about it together and then clean it up, instead of getting scolded and complained about.

Thinking back to when she was less than five years old, the hot clay pot was dangerous enough, and she could cry, but she wasn't allowed to.

Pei Weijin noticed that she hadn't spoken for a while. When he turned around, he saw that her eyes were red. He was taken aback and quickly got up and squatted down next to her.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Did I do something to upset you?"

Yan Zhuoyu's hand was held tightly by him, their fingers intertwined.

The man's face was somewhat blurred by the steam.

She blinked, and round teardrops rolled down her cheeks.

Pei Weijin's expression hasn't changed much since he returned home.

Yan Zhuoyu understood him; when he was happy, the corners of his lips would curve slightly, but his emotions would vanish in an instant, never showing any emotion.

As for sadness, she had only seen it once, on the day of the family banquet. He just looked a little colder than usual. If someone who didn't know him well saw it, they would have no idea what he was thinking.

Even when he was covered in condiments tonight, he didn't care and always looked at her with a faint smile.

The only time Pei Weijin felt a significant emotional fluctuation tonight was when he saw her eyes redden; he immediately became anxious.

Yan Zhuoyu took a deep breath. She hadn't intended to cry, after all, she was no longer a little girl who cried easily.

But once someone comforts her, she can't stop crying.

She was crying but didn't say a word, which made Pei Weijin even more worried.

"Baby?"

Yan Zhuoyu's voice trembled violently, and she couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time. So she simply hugged the man's neck and buried herself in his arms.

Tears quickly soaked a small patch of fabric.

"It's nothing, I just feel that you've always been very tolerant of me."

Pei Weijin picked her up and sat her down in a chair.

He gently patted the woman's back with his long, strong hand to comfort her: "You're using the wrong words. It's only called forgiveness when you've done something wrong. Have you ever done anything to wrong me?"

"Yes," Yan Zhuoyu said softly.

Pei Weijin froze, his hand patting her back paused for a few seconds.

He asked softly, "What did you do to wrong me?"

Yan Zhuoyu pressed her forehead against his chest, her voice muffled: "I got your shirt dirty too."

Pei Weijin laughed and said, "It's alright, humans in the new era invented the washing machine."

Yan Zhuoyu slowly raised her head, her curled eyelashes still glistening with undried tears.

“Pei Weijin, has anyone ever said anything about you…”

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Weijin silenced her with a kiss.

He gave her a brief, fleeting kiss before releasing his grip on the back of Yan Zhuoyu's neck. His dark, grey eyes gazed at her, a hint of amusement flickering within them.

"I've said it, but it was all you who said it."

The two chatted for a while longer. Yan Zhuoyu was held in his arms, almost kneeling on his lap. She was uncomfortable and adjusted her position several times before she felt something hard.

She quickly released her arms from around him: "Put me down."

Pei Weijin obediently let go of her hand, and Yan Zhuoyu shrank back into her chair, touching her burning ears to calm her emotions.

The night breeze swept by, dispelling that fleeting impulse.

Yan Zhuoyu put aside her resentment and took the initiative to talk to Pei Weijin about how she accidentally broke a clay pot when she was a child, got burned, and was scolded.

She also embellished Yan Shuting's reaction slightly, simply wanting Pei Weijin to coax her more.

A very clumsy way of seeking comfort.

It's just that Yan Zhuoyu had never used it before, but things are different now.

Even if she's faking tears now, people will comfort her; those who love her will always give positive feedback.

Yan Zhuoyu played with one of his hands while holding both of his, and suddenly asked a familiar but fatal question: "If I and your company's core confidential information fell into the water at the same time, which one would you save?"

"I'll save you, but I'll also reflect on why you fell into the water in the first place. Is it because the bodyguard I hired was incompetent?" Pei Weijin's answer was impeccable.

Yan Zhuoyu nodded with feigned satisfaction and asked a few more unrealistic questions, but Pei Weijin's answers left her with no room for criticism.

"No matter what the problem is, your feelings are always the most important."

She laughed, then asked one last question with a hint of resentment: "You're so sweet-talking. If I and Fu Zhuchen fell into the water, who would you save?"

This time, before Pei Weijin could answer, a voice filled with gritted teeth came from behind the two of them.

"Are you two sick? Huh? Are you sick? Why did you have to drag me into this? A love triangle, don't you think it's too crowded?"

Fu Zhuchen had just finished making the phone call in a good mood and was packing his things to go back to the villa when he overheard their conversation. He was both amused and annoyed.

Pei Weijin still remembered the time he had misled him, but he glanced at him slowly and repeated, "Aren't you a witness to our loving relationship?"

Fu Zhuchen, realizing he was in the wrong, made a zipping gesture near his mouth and began carrying the items to the car.

He muttered to himself, "Playing with your spouse brings so much joy."

The group drove back to the villa, and their rooms were quite far apart.

The first thing Yan Zhuoyu did when she got home was to push Pei Weijin into the bathroom and diligently run a bath.

She picked out a men's off-white bathrobe and placed it on the shelf with a bath towel.

"Quick, we're finally home. We'll take a shower and then go to sleep."

After saying that, Yan Zhuoyu was about to leave the bathroom and close the door behind her.

Pei Weijin blocked the door and pointed to the suitcase in the corner: "Sweetie, don't you want to see me wear that?"

Yan Zhuoyu was somewhat tempted, but she remained rational because there were other people in the villa besides the two of them.

"No, there are people here."

"We had a professional test the sound insulation during the renovation. The walls are thickened and can block 100 decibels of noise."