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

Chapter 138 Mr. Pei, may we spend many years together, living long and healthy lives. [Revised]

Yan Zhuoyu was stunned for a moment, her usually charming eyes widening slightly. She only came back to her senses when Pei Weijin walked up to her.

She looked up at the man silently. The French wind and rain seemed to have hardened his features, but the affection in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest; on the contrary, it was even more intense than before.

"Pei Weijin?"

Ignoring the hundred-year lamp she was fiddling with, Yan Zhuoyu took a small step forward, grabbed the decorative belt on Pei Weijin's coat, and asked, "Shouldn't you be in France? Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

Pei Weijin moved his lips, but before he could utter the romantic words he had prepared along the way, Yan Zhuoyu beat him to it.

"Well, you dare not tell me you're going back to China today? You might dare to hide some money from me tomorrow!"

“We are husband and wife, and we are bound by a contract. Theoretically speaking, all the property I have earned belongs to Miss Yan. How could I possibly have any private savings?”

Pei Weijin helplessly raised his hand to touch her face. Secretary Meng, who had gone to the car to get something, had also returned and they entered the Mingdeng Room together.

"I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you. Are you unhappy to see me like this?"

"Um……"

Pei Weijin grasped the hand she was fiddling with, met the woman's bright, smiling eyes, and patiently awaited her answer.

Yan Zhuoyu felt her ears burning from his direct gaze. She turned her head slightly and scanned the small objects in the Mingdeng Room one by one, pretending to be deep in thought.

Why can't this person be more subtle? They always go straight to the point.

She cleared her throat in a mocking manner and said against her will, "It's alright, just so-so, only a little bit happier than yesterday~"

"Only a little?"

Pei Weijin touched her earlobe with contentment, finding her adorable and beautiful in every way.

"A little more is fine too. I'll be staying home for the next few days. Where do you want to go? Shall we go together?"

"Did you come back specifically to see me? If so, then I'll reluctantly bring you along."

Yan Zhuoyu crossed her arms and turned her head away haughtily, only then noticing the two small white briefcases that Secretary Meng was carrying.

The suitcase has a small and simple appearance; apart from a prominent triangular logo, it's impossible to tell what's inside.

Curious, she shook Pei Weijin's belt and asked, "What's that? Is it for me?"

The mention of gifts reminded Yan Zhuoyu of the priceless crown he had brought back from France last time, and her heart tightened.

Could this be another priceless antique?

Pei Weijin nodded, signaling Secretary Meng to step forward, open the box, and show it to Yan Zhuoyu.

"Yes, it's for you."

The suitcase contained twenty-four colors of gel nail polish, covering almost all the most commonly used shades. Each bottle had roughly the same ingredients, and other colors could be freely mixed.

The other box contained lipsticks, though with fewer shades, but arranged in two layers: one for lipsticks and the other for lip glosses. The designer considered seasonal factors, with richer, fuller shades for autumn and winter, suitable for lipsticks, while lip glosses are perfect for spring and summer, offering a fresher, more natural look.

A look of surprise flashed in Yan Zhuoyu's eyes. She picked up a plum-colored lipstick, twisted it to reveal the delicate gold rose relief design on it.

"Such delicate rose patterns."

She has always had a keen sense of smell. She brought the lipstick close to her nose and sniffed it, but she didn't smell the kind of artificial fragrance commonly found on the market. Instead, she smelled a fresh fruity scent.

Even gel nail polish is the same.

Pei Weijin saw the uncontrollable upward curve of her lips and knew that the gift had been a great success.

"This is a new product developed by the technology department. It is made of all-natural materials and is harmless to the body. The only drawback is that it has a short shelf life."

They were still in the Lightroom, which, although in a remote location, was not very convenient for testing colors.

Yan Zhuoyu was so tempted by the product's advantages that he described that she wanted to send them to Shen Qinghe immediately so that she could get a new manicure for her.

Just as she hesitated about how to start the conversation, Pei Weijin had already seen through her thoughts and said, "I've already asked my assistant to send it to your friend. As a nail technician, she's definitely better at color matching, so you can go and change to a new design anytime."

After her initial joy subsided, Yan Zhuoyu asked with a puzzled expression, "Isn't your company focused on the field of artificial intelligence? How come you've suddenly gotten involved in the beauty industry?"

Is it specifically for her? Wouldn't that be too much trouble and make too much of a fuss?

Pei Weijin explained casually, "Considering that your job requires frequent contact with cosmetics, and those chemical ingredients are bad for your health if used too much, I acquired a cosmetics company to specialize in developing safe and harmless products."

"smoothly……?"

Yan Zhuoyu pursed her lips, a look of hesitation creeping into her eyes.

Hundreds of lamps burned in the room, and the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood. Memories swirled in my mind like silk threads.

It's not convenient at all; it's clearly a product specially developed for her.

Yan Zhuoyu's feelings were somewhat complicated. Pei Weijin was an impeccable lover who deeply loved her and understood her well enough.

These details should have filled her with joy, but today, upon arriving at Qingyun Temple, she felt as if she were still haunted by the shadows of the past.

When she was little, Jiang Yuelin often brought her to Qingyun Taoist Temple to pray for a good marriage, seeking a way to win back Yan Shuting's heart. At that time, the marriage lock that she and Yan Shuting had prayed for on their wedding day still hung in the archway of the Three Lives Bridge.

In just one year, the people around me have become unrecognizable.

The influence of family on a child during childhood is always indelible. Years later, when Yan Zhuoyu returned to the old place, she always felt that she was tightly bound by an invisible thread. Although she could not see it, she could feel that kind of restraint.

Yan Zhuoyu quickly adjusted her mindset, her bright eyes and white teeth radiating confidence and poise.

She didn't want to emulate Jiang Yuelin's behavior of silently dedicating herself and hoping that a person who had changed their mind would be moved and change their mind.

Speak out when you're happy, and express your unhappiness too. If you keep everything bottled up inside, your body or mind will eventually suffer.

Yan Zhuoyu beckoned to Pei Weijin with her finger and said with a charming smile, "Little Pei, let me ask you a question."

Master Qingsong, who had been pretending to count bamboo sticks in the Mingdeng Room, could no longer keep up the act after hearing this address. He coughed heavily, stroked his beard, and glanced at them sideways.

Pei Weijin saw it, but didn't pay much attention to it.

The Mingdeng Room originally offered services for seeking marriage partners.

The man obediently lowered his head, leaned closer, and asked in a cold voice, "What is it?"

"Don't you find it troublesome to do all this for me? After all, we're married, practically an old married couple. Why do you have to spend so much money on gifts for me every time we meet? If you suddenly stop giving me gifts in the future, I'll feel a sense of loss."

Yan Zhuoyu had taken a special shower this morning before coming, and the scent of her plum-scented shampoo became even stronger as she approached.

If someone else were to ask such a series of questions, they might simply brush it off with a casual "No, honey."

Pei Weijin chuckled lightly upon hearing this, and didn't seem to mind the nickname "Little Sister Pei."

As he straightened up, his gaze inadvertently swept over her collarbone, which was visible through her collar, and the small red mole.

He pulled up the zipper of Yan Zhuoyu's tracksuit top, answering each of her concerns in a calm and gentle voice.

"Isn't this a very simple question? The answer is the one you told me when I was a child."

Back then, the village was isolated and there was no internet. Every time you came to see me, you would bring some novel gadgets, teach me to read, and tell me the bedtime stories you had heard and the scenery you had seen.

You taught me how to love.

Therefore, I like you, and I am always full of anticipation every time I see you, and I always think about picking out a gift for you.

I love seeing your surprise when you receive a gift, and I also love the conflicted look on your face when you receive a gift you don't like.

Pei Weijin stroked the lifelike little butterfly decoration on Yan Zhuoyu's brown nail polish.

"As for gel nail polish and lipstick, it was because of you that I considered having the technical department develop products with safe ingredients."

"You've just taken over the Yan family's company. If you like it after trying it, I'll give you the entire supply chain as a gift. After all, the main consumers of cosmetics are women, so product development should be centered on women's needs. I don't know why those businesses in the market are so stubborn, but women make up half the population, and their purchasing power shouldn't be underestimated. If we can turn this gift into a business opportunity, will you still find it troublesome?"

Yan Zhuoyu was drawn into deep thought by his words, and upon reflection, they did indeed make a lot of sense.

Why would anyone find making money troublesome?

Pei Weijin had played with Yan Zhuoyu's nails for a while, then intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her tightly with just the right amount of force, so that she could truly feel his presence.

"In short, if you like someone, isn't it just about wanting to give her small gifts? This has nothing to do with whether you get married or not."

As for the sense of loss, you needn't worry at all. Even if I pass away before you, I'll send you gifts from the afterlife.

As Yan Zhuoyu listened, her eyes welled up with tears, and her vision blurred.

She lowered her head and blinked rapidly a few times, then couldn't help but laugh out loud when she heard what came next.

She patted Pei Weijin's arm, her voice trembling slightly: "Ugh, Pei Weijin, you're so annoying. What are you talking about, going or not? Shut up."

"I'm here today to light your hundred-year lamp, Mr. Pei. May we walk hand in hand for a hundred years and live to be a hundred."

Yan Zhuoyu proudly pointed to the table over there.

At this moment, Pei Weijin finally understood why Yan Zhuoyu had always stayed in a corner even though the Mingdeng Room was so large.

Most of the longevity lamps placed indoors were neatly arranged, but on the wooden table in front of him, he roughly counted nearly a hundred longevity lamps. The one in the very center was the largest one that Yan Zhuoyu had mentioned, and all the wicks were engraved with his name.

Pei Weijin was momentarily stunned by Yan Zhuoyu's way of doing things, raised his hand, and hesitated to speak.

Finally, he patted Yan Zhuoyu on the shoulder, his tone somewhat heavy: "Thank you for your kindness, Madam."

It's way too thick.

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The number of hundred-year-old lanterns is truly spectacular; the largest one alone requires two people to lift it.

Yan Zhuoyu asked Pei Weijin to arrange for people to come and move the lanterns, and she specifically emphasized that these lanterns must be placed in the Pei family ancestral hall today, and they must be placed next to Pei Ruolin's centenary lantern.

In this way, no lamp can compare with Pei Weijin in terms of brightness and quantity.

The mountain road is difficult to travel, and the cable car is even more inconvenient at night. By three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the Mingdeng indoor area is already deserted.

Yan Zhuoyu gazed at the two hundred-year-old lamps that were placed side by side on the offering table.

One lamp belonged to Pei Weijin, and the other was hers. The wick had been replaced several times, and the three characters "Yan Zhuoyu" were engraved on the outer shell.

Pei Weijin originally wanted to make another one for her, but in fact, Yan Zhuoyu already had one a long time ago.

It was made by Jiang Yuelin herself, and she even carved the name on it stroke by stroke with a knife.

Yan Zhuoyu's feelings towards her mother are extremely complex. Jiang Yuelin's love for her is unquestionable; however, when her illness flares up, Jiang Yuelin seems to become a different person, harboring hatred for Yan Zhuoyu's existence and believing that her presence is the root cause of Yan Zhuoyu's change of heart.

These two extreme emotions often confused her, and when Jiang Yuelin passed away unexpectedly, the answer to this confusion could no longer be found.

Today, Yan Zhuoyu has let go of her resentment.

Feelings are never that pure; as long as the present moment is good, that's enough.

She did not want to dwell on the past, nor did she want her mother Jiang Yuelin's soul to be bound by it.

As for Yan Shuting, his evil deeds will eventually be punished.

Yan Zhuoyu refilled the lamp oil in the ancestral lamp engraved with the three characters "Jiang Yuelin," and the bright flame instantly rose, illuminating her face.

"May you be happy, and may we all be happy."

She was about to turn around and find Master Qingsong to find a pair of pliers to cut the marriage lock between Jiang Yuelin and Yan Shuting.

Unexpectedly, Master Qingsong had been standing behind her the whole time, craning his neck to look at her.

Yan Zhuoyu tentatively called out to him, "Master Qingsong?"

Master Qingsong, as expected of the most senior Taoist priest in this temple, was not embarrassed at all when he was caught peeking at.

He put his hands behind his back and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, from now on I will no longer need to refill Ms. Jiang's lamp oil every month."

"Miss Yan, it's getting late. You two should descend the mountain as soon as possible. Before that, are you really unwilling to listen to the interpretation of the divination slip?"

Yan Zhuoyu's state of mind was completely different from before. She asked, "Can I still listen now? So much time has passed, are there any taboos?"

"Why should there be any taboos about fortune slips? What belongs to you will always belong to you."

Master Qingsong took out the bamboo stick again, his voice gentle yet powerful: "This is an extremely auspicious sign, the best of the best. Those who draw this stick will encounter a good match today, resolve their inner conflicts, and overcome all difficulties. Past events will fade away with the wind, and the future will surely be bright and promising."

"Miss Yan, do not dwell on the past, cherish the present, and value the people in front of you."

The florist, Sister Liuye, had also said these words to her.

Yan Zhuoyu bowed deeply to him: "I understand, thank you, Daoist Qingsong."

Then, she asked earnestly, "Excuse me, do you have any pliers here?"

Master Qingsong replied with a smile, "Of course there is. Although the marriage lock has no key, we always provide after-sales service."