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

Chapter 142 Meeting the Madam is indeed a very important matter.

Inside a hotel in France.

Pei Weijin, dressed in a loose black bathrobe, leaned back in a leather chair, the belt of the bathrobe casually tied, revealing a large expanse of sexy muscles.

He held his phone in his left hand, the camera angle carefully calculated to perfectly show his most perfect side, along with his half-open collar.

Now, it should be the time for Pei Weijin and Yan Zhuoyu to talk on the phone every day.

Unfortunately, his carefully prepared tactics to attract his wife failed to work; he dialed the number twice, but no one answered.

Pei Weijin sighed almost imperceptibly and slowly put the phone back in its place.

Are they still filming?

But no matter how busy they were before, the two of them never stopped talking on the phone. Even if there were special circumstances, they would inform each other in advance. What could be more important than him today?

Pei Weijin silently exited the chat interface with Yan Zhuoyu and skillfully entered a phone number in the search box.

A WeChat user he had blocked immediately popped up on the screen—Fu Zhuchen.

Pei Weijin removed him from the blacklist and quickly dialed the number.

The other party answered immediately: "Oh, President Pei, most people don't visit unless they need something, but you only remove me from your blacklist when you need something. So, what is it?"

Fu Zhuchen grinned and made no mention of why he had been blocked. He knew perfectly well that it was simply because he was being cheeky and wanted to tease people.

Pei Weijin ignored his joke and cut straight to the point: "Where is my wife? Is your crew still filming? It's already 8 p.m. Beijing time."

Fu Zhuchen was taken aback, then laughed and said, "I'm innocent, President Pei. I didn't put any extra pressure on them today. It's almost Singles' Day, and all the major platforms are preparing for their galas. Half of the crew is busy with that, so I gave them a break until after the holiday. After that, we'll be going to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Weijin had already hung up the phone.

When Yan Zhuoyu is alone, she stays at home a lot, and her life is almost entirely a routine between work and home.

Filming has been temporarily suspended, and she's currently staying at home.

Pei Weijin dialed Yan Zhuoyu's number again.

There was still silence on the other end of the phone; no one answered.

He was filled with anxiety, worried that something might have happened to her. Being abroad, if he couldn't contact her, he could only wait anxiously.

With that in mind, he dialed the housekeeper's number.

Uncle Tian's voice was slightly hoarse: "Hello, Mr. Pei, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Is your wife home? I called her but she didn't answer."

Uncle Tian recalled for a moment and said, "My wife was home before I left. Maybe she was too tired and had already gone to sleep. Since she came home, she has been locking herself in the home theater and hasn't even eaten dinner. And I could tell she wasn't feeling well."

"Didn't you have dinner?"

Pei Weijin frowned. "What happened?"

Uncle Tian hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It seems like Madam is practicing how to cry more naturally. However, I don't know much about acting, so there might be other reasons."

"Practice crying?"

Pei Weijin slowly repeated those words, as if he was pondering something.

"Mr. Pei, should I go home now and check on the situation?"

“No need,” Pei Weijin said decisively.

Uncle Tian is getting on in years, and it's not good for him to keep going back and forth at night. Plus, there's the fact that he mentioned Yan Zhuoyu's health condition.

In this situation, it would be more appropriate to send a family doctor over.

After arranging everything, Pei Weijin's desire to see Yan Zhuoyu grew stronger.

He immediately summoned his secretary, Meng Yuting, and instructed, "Book me the next available flight back to China, the sooner the better."

Meng Yuting was somewhat surprised, but did not ask any further questions.

Aside from his wife and mother, probably no one else could make President Pei so eager to change his itinerary.

He quickly checked and replied, "Okay, Mr. Pei. The next flight back to China is at 6 PM."

Although he knew that President Pei's mind wouldn't change, Meng Yuting, as an employee, still dutifully reminded him, "However, President Pei, Mr. Ivan sent you an invitation yesterday, inviting you to his daughter's birthday party. The party starts at eight o'clock tonight. Should I have someone reply to decline?"

Pei Weijin replied briefly, "Yes, cancel all irrelevant banquets up to the 12th. I have very important matters to attend to when I return to the country."

Meng Yuting's lips twitched slightly: "...Okay, President Pei."

He understands! Meeting his wife is indeed a very important matter!

Pei Weijin was always decisive, especially when it came to returning to China to see Yan Zhuoyu. He didn't even pack his luggage; he simply changed his clothes and headed to the airport.

On the way, he happened to receive a message and a video recording from his family doctor.

Miss Yan is otherwise in good health, except for her slightly swollen eyes from crying. I've prescribed her some medicine; she should be fine after applying it tomorrow. She probably didn't answer your call because she fell asleep in the media room. After she woke up, I watched her eat some food. Miss Yan's phone is dead; I estimate she'll be able to call you again once it's charged.

Pei Weijin felt somewhat relieved and replied, "Thank you, please be careful on the road."

The doctor is typing.

Although Miss Yan is physically healthy, I feel she might not be in a good mood. If you have time, could you check on her, take her on a trip, or something similar?

Pei Weijin kept the doctor's advice in mind.

He did indeed plan to take Yan Zhuoyu out for fun during his trip back to China.

Although his childhood village has been demolished, he bought the land last year and built a resort there. It was only recently completed.

It's currently the start of winter, the season for persimmon harvest, making it a perfect time for a vacation.

Just before boarding the plane, Yan Zhuoyu finally called back. She recognized Pei Weijin's location as the airport, and her drowsiness vanished instantly.

Her eyes were bloodshot, but she still smiled and said, "Honey, are you going back to China?"