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

Chapter 137 Who wants to eat your dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of a

"Mating...mating?"

Yan Zhuoyu's lips trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard. Her hands, which were holding onto the rocks, unconsciously loosened, and her mermaid tail sank further into the water, the transparent water rippling around her waist.

Her cheeks flushed rapidly, turning red all the way to her ears: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Weren't we just discussing what kind of pretty mermaid tail to wear? How did we suddenly switch to this kind of R-rated topic?

At home, she might be able to banter with Pei Weijin on equal terms, but this was a public place, and she wasn't even wearing headphones! Luckily, no one was around!

Pei Weijin, however, feigned ignorance and slowly uttered the second half of his sentence: "It's nothing. I just heard from a friend that raising fish brings good fortune, so I learned some fish-raising knowledge. When I get home, I'll raise two fish and put them in the house. What do you think, Madam?"

"Whatever, I don't care."

Yan Zhuoyu glared at him fiercely, then said arrogantly, "Alright, I'm busy with work. You've used up your call minutes for today. See you tomorrow!"

She hung up the phone without hesitation, turning off the screen as well. She raised the back of her hand and gently touched her face; it was a little hot.

A few seconds later, the phone beeped with a new message notification, and then started vibrating.

Yan Zhuoyu thought it was Pei Weijin calling, so she answered without thinking much about it.

"Hello, do you want to top up your call time with me?"

"Huh? My beautiful Yan, I've only been away from you for an hour, and you've already become so distant that I need to pay for phone calls?"

Clearly, judging from the tone of voice, the person making the call was not Xiao Pei's sister.

Qin Zhuyue asked jokingly, "How much per hour?"

Yan Zhuoyu touched her nose and casually made up a story: "I am a public figure after all, with fans all over the major platforms. I should be charged by the second, right? Since you are an acquaintance, I will give you a discount. It's 1,000 yuan per second."

"Wow, you've been spending too much time with your partner, you've even picked up the capitalists' tricks, you're such a shrewd businessman."

"You're the real swindler."

Yan Zhuoyu muttered something, then sent her location to Qin Zhuyue, saying sweetly, "I've already changed my clothes and am waiting for Teacher Qin to come and take some amazing photos of me. Come on over~"

"I'll be there soon," Qin Zhuyue replied with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuoyu noticed the transfer record sent by Pei Weijin.

Fifty-two million.

[Note: Sorry I can't be with you these next few days, hope you have fun. This is newly earned marital property, please take a look, my darling wife.]

Yan Zhuoyu silently accepted the payment and deposited the money into her own private savings account.

She replied to the message with a smile:

[Ding~ Congratulations Mr. Pei on successfully activating the lifetime free video calling function! Wishing you success in your career and harmony in your family~]

With 50 million invested, how could the family not be harmonious? They are simply too harmonious!

Pei Weijin never dampened Yan Zhuoyu's spirits with his occasional jokes, and even enjoyed them.

He really liked the little features his wife would occasionally come up with, especially when those features only worked for him.

Pei Weijin replied quickly: [Yes, it was a pleasure working with you. I will continue to work hard to earn money and hope to launch more projects.]

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As soon as Qin Zhuyue arrived, she saw the beautiful Yan with an extremely bright smile on her face. Her long black hair covered her two small waist dimples. She was sitting on the reef humming a little tune, and her fish tail was leisurely slapping the water surface again and again, making a soft splashing sound.

She lowered her footsteps, suddenly darted in front of Yan Zhuoyu, and exclaimed, "Hey, what's the good news that makes you so happy?"

Yan Zhuoyu was startled. The fish tail that had been playing happily in the water suddenly froze and remained motionless, and she even carefully hid her phone in her bosom.

She breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing Qin Zhuyue.

"Hehe, guess."

She stuffed her phone into a waterproof bag and handed it to Qin Zhuyue, then submerged herself in the water. Her black hair was instantly soaked and floated on the azure surface like seaweed.

Qin Zhuyue rolled her eyes, completely losing the initial excitement she had felt for their marriage-of-convenience-to-love process.

"I don't want to guess!"

Who wants to eat the dog food of you two!

Master Qin, an indispensable tool for Yan Zhuoyu when she goes out, is already a veteran with several years of experience. His photography skills are top-notch, and he can always perfectly capture her beautiful moments.

After taking photos at the diving center and heading home, it was already quite late.

While Master Qin was busy discussing the bizarre backgrounds of the male models at Qiuyun Bar, he decisively packed Yan Zhuoyu up and sent her home.

Qin Zhuyue pretended to cry and said, "I'm so reluctant to part with you, I want to play with you one more time..."

Before Yan Zhuoyu could even rehearse with her, Master Qin had already stepped on the gas, and the unfinished word "will" dissipated into the air with the exhaust fumes.

"..."

What a great best friend, she doesn't even pretend.

After dinner, Yan Zhuoyu received a call from her agent.

The drama "Yao Yun Jue" is about to premiere, and the recent promotional Weibo posts and release date videos were all prepared in advance by the production team, so she doesn't need to film them herself.

However, tonight's promotional live stream required her to connect with the other lead actors and interact with the audience.

After autumn arrives, it gets dark earlier.

On her way back to the villa from the company, there were hardly any pedestrians strolling on the streets.

Yan Zhuoyu's statement that she would consecrate a hundred-year lamp for Pei Weijin at the Taoist temple was not just a casual remark.

However, the lamps she requested were much larger than the standard ones, so they took longer to make.

Only today did the Taoist priest at the temple notify her to come and collect it.

Yan Zhuoyu flipped through her schedule and arranged to meet tomorrow afternoon.

She had been staying in a hotel for the past few days, while Pei Weijin was on a business trip in France. The huge villa was now empty except for her, making it feel exceptionally desolate.

Even though the furniture was arranged according to the designer's specifications and there was no feeling of emptiness, she still felt that everywhere was empty and incredibly lonely.

This feeling is even stronger when lying in bed.

Yan Zhuoyu tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She rolled over to the side where Pei Weijin usually slept, clutching her blanket, and muttered to herself with her eyes closed.

"People just can't get used to it. I didn't think much of living and sleeping alone before, but now I'm starting to get sentimental. I wonder if he feels lonely when I'm not home."

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Beijing International Airport.

Pei Weijin did not reveal the news of his return to the country to anyone, including Yan Zhuoyu.

He thought it would be good if there were some surprises when they met.

The administrative assistant arranged a private car to pick me up from the airport.

The driver brought the car to a smooth stop in front of them. With a driver, Secretary Meng no longer needed to drive.

Meng Yuting habitually opened the car door for Pei Weijin, and then got up to sit in the front passenger seat.

"and many more."

Pei Weijin reached out and stopped the car door from closing, then moved over to make room for him: "Sit next to me."

"Okay, okay."

Meng Yuting nodded nervously. Although he was puzzled as to why they had to sit together this time, he couldn't refuse since his boss had spoken.

Pei Weijin usually appears cold and aloof. Except when he is warm towards Yan Zhuoyu, he is mostly silent and focused on his work.

Inside the car, he was even more reluctant to speak, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Meng Yuting sat next to him, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He subconsciously twisted his neck, trying to ease his inner unease.

The reason was simple: President Pei kept staring at him.

After a minute of silence, Meng Yuting finally couldn't help but speak: "President Pei, is there anything you need?"

Pei Weijin stared at him intently with his gray eyes, and when he remained silent, he exuded an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Ah."

Meng Yuting lowered his head and listened attentively: "What is it? Please tell me, and I will definitely do my best to handle it for you."

Even the driver in front slowed his breathing, intending to hear what was going on.

Pei Weijin lowered his eyes, straightened his clothes, and asked in a deep voice, "How do you think I've changed during my time in France compared to before?"

"Ok?"

Before Meng Yuting could even process what was happening, her mouth had already dutifully delivered a perfect answer: "Your trip to France not only successfully achieved its objectives, but also demonstrated unprecedented maturity and composure. In the negotiations, you seized the initiative, maximizing profits compared to initial projections and securing more for the company..."

Pei Weijin raised his hand, interrupting Meng Yuting's report.

"I mean, have my appearance and facial features changed? Will my wife's feelings for me be affected in the slightest?"

"???"

Upon hearing this, Meng Yuting's smile crumbled.

He felt that all the workplace skills he had honed over the years were now somewhat inadequate at this moment.

It's time to switch courses!

Meng Yuting, with a restrained and polite gaze, carefully examined Pei as requested.

His boss, always impeccably dressed in a suit, possessed a refined and elegant demeanor. Aside from a slight change in his style due to his recent extended stay in France, he remained largely unchanged. He was still the same aristocratic, taciturn, and wealthy business elite.

"Of course not, Mr. Pei. You and your wife are a match made in heaven. Your wife is gentle and virtuous, and she values ​​your inner qualities even more. And you are both beautiful inside and out; your temperament and appearance are impeccable."

After a string of compliments, Pei Weijin's expression didn't change much; he simply nodded slightly, then took out his phone and did something else.

After a long pause, he suddenly spoke up: "Let's go to Qingyun Taoist Temple."

-

Qingyun Taoist Temple is the most famous Taoist temple in Beijing. It is located on a majestic mountaintop. The mountain road is rugged and the stone steps are stacked one after another, like a ladder to heaven. Apart from tourists who just want to take photos, very few people who really want to seek advice or do business choose to take the cable car.

Yan Zhuoyu arrived at the Taoist temple on time as agreed.

The Taoist priest had been waiting in the Mingdeng Room for a long time. When he saw her, he smiled and nodded, "Miss Yan has arrived."

Because she needed to hike, Yan Zhuoyu dressed simply, wearing a light blue tracksuit with sneakers, which made her look youthful and energetic.

She greeted him politely, "Master Qingsong, it's been a long time."

Master Qingsong sat upright before the table, his face kind and his eyes revealing a serene tranquility that transcended worldly concerns.

"Hmm, it's been a long time since I've seen you. As always, let's draw a fortune stick first."

He nodded and smiled, picked up a divination stick container, shook it gently, and handed it to Yan Zhuoyu.

This divination stick container looks quite old; the brown wooden outer shell is covered with fine lines, and the writing on the bamboo sticks inside has become blurred over time.

"it is good."

Yan Zhuoyu sighed helplessly and shook the divination tube perfunctorily.

A stick slid out of the container with a soft sound and landed in her palm.

Master Qingsong sat up from the futon, took the divination stick, and exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Yan, this is a very auspicious sign!"

Yan Zhuoyu didn't care much about the result of the draw.

She met Master Qingsong while her mother was still alive.

After her mother passed away, every time she came here, Master Qingsong would let her draw a fortune stick.

"Your fortune-telling box is full of very auspicious fortune sticks, so every time you draw one, it will be a very lucky one, right?"

Master Qingsong wasn't embarrassed when she exposed him; he just stroked his beard and chuckled twice.

"Drawing a fortune stick is about mindset; success depends on human effort. Some people may have the ability to accomplish something, but they lack the courage and luck. If they draw a very unlucky one, it will only spoil their mood. So why attach so much importance to the result of drawing a fortune stick?"

"Besides, although both of these are considered very auspicious, the interpretations of different auspicious divination slips vary. Miss Yan, aren't you curious about what kind of fortune you've drawn?"

Before this, Yan Zhuoyu would hear these words from Master Qingsong almost every few months.

Because Yan Zhuoyu chose to skip the fortune-telling part and reached out to him: "Master Qingsong, where is my lamp?"

"Hey, you young people are just so impatient."

Master Qingsong shook his head, not insisting, and pointed in the direction of the Hundred-Year Lamp before sitting back down on the futon.

Before long, a young couple seeking a marriage partner left happily with their marriage locks.

Watching their joyful figures as they walked away, Yan Zhuoyu muttered to herself, "If there truly are gods who govern marriage, there are countless people in the mortal world seeking marriage; how could they possibly manage them all?"

Master Qingsong had exceptional hearing. After hearing her words, he replied, "Marriage is an elusive thing; it depends on fate. As long as your heart is sincere at the moment, no one can say for sure that the next person to come in might be your destined partner."

Yan Zhuoyu's hand trembled as she lit the lamp, and she quickly said, "No, no, no, I'm already married! It would be immoral to give me another good marriage!"

Master Qingsong smiled faintly and remained silent, intently fiddling with the bucket of "Good Fortune" divination sticks.

buzz-

At this moment, the couple who had been seeking marriage had left, and the private room was quiet, with the vibration of a cell phone ringing particularly clearly.

Yan Zhuoyu carefully arranged the candles, and seeing that the caller was Pei Weijin, she answered the phone, her voice unconsciously lowering: "Hey, why are you calling me at this hour? Are you done with work?"

"I missed you, so I came to see you."

Pei Weijin's words were exactly the same as those from that day, except this time, in addition to the voice coming from the phone, there seemed to be another sound nearby.

"See me? How can you see me in France?"

Yan Zhuoyu thought he was joking, but she was inexplicably unsettled and couldn't help but look up at the door.

The call was still going on when Pei Weijin appeared in her line of sight.

The red-lacquered doors of the Mingdeng Room were wide open, and he, dressed in a long, dark suit, strode toward her.

The man's cold, handsome features were tinged with a smile, and his eyes were fixed on only her.