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

Chapter 139 You are my key.

The location of the Three Lives Bridge is only fifty meters away from the Bright Lamp Room.

The pliers given by Master Qingsong were exceptionally sharp, or perhaps the marriage lock was not secure to begin with, but Yan Zhuoyu cut the marriage lock between Jiang Yuelin and the other person in less than half a minute.

She casually tossed the discarded marriage lock into a nearby recycling bin, waiting for the staff to process it.

Yan Zhuoyu, carrying the pliers, walked briskly back, and unexpectedly ran into Pei Weijin before she even left the Three Lives Bridge.

The two stood at the highest point of the bridge arch.

Pei Weijin smiled and spoke first: "Miss Yan, what a coincidence."

"What's so coincidental about it? This bridge is the only way to get out of the Bright Lamp Room, okay?"

Yan Zhuoyu snorted softly, her gaze falling on the small golden lock and red silk in his hand, and said with amusement, "Why did you buy a love lock too? I just cut the other one."

Pei Weijin held the love lock in his palm; the small lock was even smaller than his hand.

The two people's names are engraved on it, and in the middle are auspicious words and a heart-shaped pattern.

"Qingyun Taoist Temple is the most effective place to pray for marriage, and the love locks are the best-selling items. The next best thing is the red silk for praying for wealth. I see other couples or married couples come here and ask for a love lock. We are also a married couple, so of course we have to buy one too."

Yan Zhuoyu touched the lock; the feel was quite similar to the one from before, yet it seemed different.

Perhaps it's because this one is more durable?

In short, she can't say for sure right now, and we'll have to wait and see.

She withdrew her hand and asked seriously, "A love lock is for three lifetimes, and there's no key. Aren't you sure you want to think this through before buying it?"

Yan Zhuoyu had never believed in ghosts or gods, nor in these mysterious forces, but at this moment, she felt a little wavering.

So, does that mean she's an idealist?

Pei Weijin said regretfully, "Does my darling think three lifetimes are too short? I think so too. I wanted to buy all the love locks in Master Qingsong's inventory, but he refused, so I had to reluctantly choose one."

"However, ours is different; it has a key."

Yan Zhuoyu naturally didn't believe it, and reached into Pei Weijin's pocket to search, but found nothing.

"How could that be? These are all mass-produced products, all made from the same mold. Where would there be a key?"

Pei Weijin chuckled and began choosing a spot to hang the love lock.

"The key isn't on me; it's in the safe in the study. As for where you put it, I don't know."

Undeterred, Yan Zhuoyu pressed on, "I have the key, but what about you? Why don't you think about yourself?"

She's determined to get to the bottom of all her doubts today.

“Aren’t you my key?” Pei Weijin replied matter-of-factly.

"Then what about the red silk used for praying for wealth?"

As Yan Zhuoyu hung the love lock on him, she deliberately imitated the tone of a financial reporter and teased, "So, our Wall Street lone wolf, the influential figure in the business world, the big shot who can stir up the winds and clouds with a flick of his finger, now also needs to rely on these things to make money?"

Pei Weijin hung the red silk high on the rope, even higher than the marriage lock.

He was very satisfied with his choice and even took a photo, capturing the two of them together, along with the red ribbon for good fortune and the love lock.

The place where the red ribbon for seeking wealth is hung is the brightest spot and the highest point where everyone can see it.

"This is for Miss Yan. I hope she not only lives a long and healthy life, but also has a bright future and abundant wealth. I also hope she will bless me to become the man behind the movie queen soon."

Yan Zhuoyu laughed and jumped into Pei Weijin's arms, looking up at him with her little face: "Hey, how do you still remember? Don't rush me, don't rush me, I'm trying my best."

Pei Weijin held her tightly in his arms.

The sweetness lasted only a few seconds before Yan Zhuoyu's strange competitive spirit resurfaced.

"No way, I won't accept that! I'm going to buy you a lucky charm too, no, I'm going to buy you two! I like you even more than you like me."

“That’s called love,” Pei Weijin corrected.

Yan Zhuoyu puffed out her cheeks: "Who said I love you? Don't be so narcissistic!"

"Well, then I'll just keep being this narcissistic."