flstandardbreds Chapter 126 I also think he's really lucky to have such a perfect wife like me.
Chapter 126 I also think he's really lucky to have such a perfect wife like me.
In the Pei family, the primary condition for wielding family power is good health, which is directly related to the quality and ability of the future heir.
Therefore, everyone present could tell that Pei Weijin's words were purely a diversionary tactic.
For men, this sexual dysfunction is a matter of dignity, and many men, in order to maintain their so-called face, are willing to let their wives bear the misunderstanding and pressure alone.
Pei Weijin spoke without any restraint or psychological pressure, as if he were simply saying that he had taken a sip of water.
He himself was quite calm, asking Yan Zhuoyu what other dishes she wanted to eat, but the reactions of the others were all quite interesting.
Lin Qinglan pinched Pei's father's thigh with one hand and pressed the other hand to her forehead, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.
The aunt, who had just been so eager to urge the baby to be born, quickly shut her mouth, regretting in her heart that she was just asking for trouble and had brought up the topic.
As for Pei Huaiyou, who almost "recognized a thief as his father," he sprayed out a mouthful of red wine like a giant flower.
Because the dining table was rectangular, everyone sat down in order, and most of the red wine splashed onto the clothes of Uncle and Aunt.
"No, Pei... ah, cousin, my ID card says I'm two years older than you. You've gone too far with this joke. If I were your son, it would be..."
His hands trembled twice, but he couldn't come up with a suitable word.
Third Uncle's round face, resembling Maitreya Buddha, suddenly darkened. He scolded, "Huaiyou, how can you be so out of control after just a few drinks? What kind of behavior is this! Come with me and your mother to the inner room to take care of your clothes and sober up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the number of people at the table quickly halved.
Yan Zhuoyu had seen Pei Weijin's medical examination report before the marriage and knew that he was physically strong and all his indicators were normal, so the talk of azoospermia was nonsense.
Although we didn't hear any follow-up plans from him, after this series of actions, the Pei family will probably never dare to easily mention the matter of offspring again.
After all, no one can predict whether the younger generation will follow suit and speak out of nowhere.
After the reunion dinner, Pei Weijin went to the ancestral hall. Yan Zhuoyu felt that the air in the banquet hall was stuffy, so she waited in the front yard for the group photo to be taken later.
Beside the magnolia tree was a swing for two people. She leaned against the backrest, hooked her hand on one side of the vine-like hanging rope, and with a push of her feet, the swing began to sway back and forth.
The moonlight draped over her like a light veil, its shimmering glow cool and gentle.
Yan Zhuoyu dialed her agent's video call, but the agent answered half a minute late.
Qiao Xinyun placed her phone on a stand. On the table in front of her were a bowl of filling and a bowl of dough, indicating that she was making dumplings.
She joked, "Hey, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, my dear lady. But calling me at this hour, you're not trying to make me work overtime, are you?"
Yan Zhuoyu scoffed, "Am I that kind of person? Why didn't you pick up the mooncakes I sent you? I wanted to surprise you, but it seems that if you wait until next Mid-Autumn Festival to find out, it will probably be next year."
Qiao Xinyun frowned and recalled, "It seems there was such a package. I thought to myself, as a lonely person living in Beijing, who would send me something? I thought it was a scam, so I ignored it."
She wiped her hands clean with a wet wipe, too lazy to change her clothes, and went out to pick up the package wearing an apron covered in paste.
Yan Zhuoyu asked curiously, "Were you making dumplings just now?"
Qiao Xinyun's eyes widened immediately: "I was wrapping mooncakes, okay! Who are you looking down on!"
Yan Zhuoyu asked suspiciously, "Whose mooncakes are shaped like dumplings?"
Qiao Xinyun looked like she wanted praise and said proudly, "I wanted to eat both dumplings and snow skin mooncakes, so this way it's so convenient to make dumplings with mooncake filling. It's just that I was too lazy to wear gloves when kneading the glutinous rice flour, and my hands got all sticky."
It's said that the kind of agent you have determines the kind of artist you produce. Yan Zhuoyu felt a stomachache just thinking about the colorful, half-cooked filling on her desk.
After Qiao Xinyun left, the video call started buffering due to network switching and eventually ended automatically.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the sound of high heels became exceptionally clear.
Yan Zhuoyu looked in the direction of the sound.
Shan Meishuang, wearing a pearl-tasseled dress, stood about two meters away, her smooth shoulders slightly reddened by the cool breeze, maintaining an appropriate social distance.
She remained silent, her eyes filled with a complex and inquisitive gaze, but without the provocation of the past few days.
Yan Zhuoyu didn't have the leisure to play "Red Light, Green Light" with her, and spoke first: "What is it?"
Shan Meishuang's expression froze for a moment before she asked, "Have you and he already registered your marriage?"
"Ah."
"You're so lucky."
Aside from her initial surprise, Shan Meishuang was left with only self-deprecating sighs.
She had considered it, but ultimately realized that she wouldn't be presumptuous enough to expose the fact that Yan Zhuoyu was Pei Weijin's wife.
Yan Zhuoyu calmly agreed: "Yes, I also think he's very lucky to have such a perfect wife like me."
It's a very narcissistic statement, but coming from her, it doesn't feel out of place at all; on the contrary, it's both arrogant and genuine.
If Pei Weijin were here, he would definitely nod and say yes.
Shan Meishuang suppressed the slight twitching at the corner of her mouth, speechless: "..."
Then she inquired further, "So it's a business marriage?"
She guessed that Yan Zhuoyu's confident demeanor suggested she came from a wealthy family. The past had already occurred and couldn't be easily forgotten, but she wanted to avoid any further clashes in the future.
Upon hearing the words "business marriage," many images flashed through Yan Zhuoyu's mind.
In the past, she might have just smiled and said nothing.
But now, having gone through so much with Pei Weijin, she has a clear answer in her heart when she hears this question again, and it cannot be ignored.
After thinking it through, Yan Zhuoyu replied with certainty, "No, it's mutual affection."
"Ha, fine, whatever you say."
Shan Meishuang only gave a brief laugh before decisively apologizing: "I apologize for my previous attitude towards you. But as you know, these kinds of tactics are common in the entertainment industry. Whether you forgive me or not is irrelevant."
She added candidly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to expose your identity. I could tell at the dinner table that Pei Huaiyou's family and you don't get along. I'm only with him temporarily for resources. I'm telling you all this for no other reason than to express my sincerity. If we meet again in the future, let's treat each other like strangers."
Yan Zhuoyu shrugged, her attitude ambiguous and unpredictable.
“I will not use my power to bully others, and you don’t need to worry about it. In the entertainment industry, everyone has to rely on their own abilities.”
Just then, Qiao Xinyun called back.
Shan Meishuang turned and left, but not towards the banquet hall.
Yan Zhuoyu's emotions were not affected in the slightest. When she answered the phone, her tone unconsciously carried a smile.
"Hey?"
Qiao Xinyun held a small box in her hand and shoved it in front of the camera: "Hey my ass! I was wondering what kind of mooncake you sent me on the way here, and it turns out it's made of gold!?"
As Yan Zhuoyu got off the swing and walked into the banquet hall, she said, "Oh dear, Sister Qiao has to worry about me a lot more than she would with two people. Of course, she should give me a gift for the holiday, consider it a mid-year bonus?"
Qiao Xinyun held the palm-sized golden mooncake, hesitating to speak: "Sigh, you really are..."
During the video call, Yan Zhuoyu's smile was radiant and captivating, her eyes seemingly holding a full moon, just like when the two first met—full of yearning, sincere, and burning like fire.
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Sister Qiao. I hope that next Mid-Autumn Festival, we will both have become better versions of ourselves."