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

Chapter 103 No one is better than you, he doesn't have you...

After the party ended, Yan Zhuoyu and Qiao Xinyun remained in the lobby, occasionally receiving polite nods and greetings from passersby.

Qiao Xinyun, carrying her bag, said, "You'll be going home with your man later, so I won't see you off. Remember to text me when you get home."

Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the wall, responded, and continued to ponder the matter of riding a horse.

She never took equestrian lessons as a child, and in the past two years, she has mostly acted in low-budget web dramas, playing minor supporting roles. Even when there are scenes involving horses, they are prop horses.

However, when she has insomnia, she likes to watch Xiu Ma Ti to relieve stress, so she knows a little about it.

Miss Yan has always been good at discovering her own strengths.

As nine o'clock approached, almost all the guests in the banquet hall had left, and the hotel staff began to busy themselves with cleaning. With no one around, the luxurious and magnificent hall had a desolate feeling of "the tea has gone cold" after everyone had left.

A black Cullinan was parked at the back door.

Secretary Meng rested one hand on the steering wheel and asked softly, "Mr. Pei, is Madam really coming?"

The man in the back seat sat upright with a calm and composed expression, but judging from the way he kept rolling up and down his sleeves, his inner world was not as peaceful as he appeared.

He turned his head, his gaze piercing through the car window, and said in a calm tone, "Wait a little longer."

Secretary Meng sighed and didn't try to persuade her any further.

I've been waiting for over an hour, and even the event organizers have left. The only people left in the lobby now are probably hotel staff.

Ten minutes later, Pei Weijin unlocked his screen and opened his chat window with Yan Zhuoyu.

A string of green bubbles, interspersed with a few indifferent "read" characters.

Yan Zhuoyu has still not replied to the latest messages.

Just as Pei Weijin was about to ask again, he caught a glimpse of a curly-haired woman in high heels, furtively hiding her bag over her face, jogging over.

Sensing something amiss, the bodyguard immediately went to stop the person, but stopped after recognizing the familiar figure.

They returned to their seats and respectfully greeted, "Good evening, madam."

Yan Zhuoyu put down her bag, regained her aloof and languid demeanor, and quickly got into the car through the back door.

Pei Weijin noticed that her forehead was damp with sweat and carefully took out a tissue to wipe it away for her.

"The way my wife looks makes me think we're having an affair."

Yan Zhuoyu fanned herself twice with her hand, her cheeks still flushed from being covered up, her beautiful watery eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Oh no, I waited until everyone had left before coming here, but I didn't expect there to be foreign media lying in wait at the back door, so I had to hide for a while longer."

Pei Weijin frowned: "I've already had this road blocked off, so why are there still media?"

"There are couples having affairs."

Yan Zhuoyu tugged at his sleeve, gesturing for him to lean closer and listen.

"I couldn't resist checking out the gossip too. A foreign tycoon had a one-night stand with a minor singer, but his wife caught him cheating. That wife is fierce; she slapped the man twice and stepped on the other woman, dragging them out for the media to photograph. They were all naked, not even wearing pants. I bet social media is going to explode tonight."

As she spoke, she clicked her tongue twice, as if savoring the moment.

Pei Weijin was relieved to hear that she was alright.

only……

"You said it was all white, did you see that?"

Yan Zhuoyu nodded confidently: "Don't you feel bad if you don't get the whole story? Look how nice I am, I even share the story with you after I've finished eating it."

Pei Weijin chuckled as he sized her up.

So, the reason he sent so many messages to Yan Zhuoyu without receiving a reply was because he was busy looking at the naked bodies of dirty men.

"My wife is so thoughtful. Are foreign men handsome?"

Yan Zhuoyu casually took a hairband from the locker and stuffed it into Pei Weijin's palm: "Help me tie my hair up."

Then, she turned to the side and casually pulled out a bottle of water to drink.

Secretary Meng, who was driving, had already sensed that something was wrong and dared not listen any longer.

He wisely raised the partition inside the car, silently thinking: staying alive and getting paid are the most important things in life; I can't let my feline overlords go hungry.

Pei Weijin pursed his lips, his light gray, cold eyes like a deep pool, reflecting the vivid image of the person in front of him.

He raised his hand and skillfully tied Yan Zhuoyu's hair into a high ponytail. The fluffy curls brushed against his wrist, carrying a faint scent of preserved plums.

Yan Zhuoyu was unaware of the sudden shifts in someone's emotions. She cleared her throat before replying with a smile.

"It's alright, just average, not as pretty as you."

A standard yet perfunctory three-part answer.

Pei Weijin was sitting, a head taller than Yan Zhuoyu. After tying her hair, he didn't pull his hand back, but instead casually put it on Yan Zhuoyu's shoulder.

My gaze swept over the small red mole on her collarbone. It seemed that the necklace had been rubbed quite red from running, making it look rather beautiful.

"They can usually hook up with your wives for so long without even replying to your messages. What if they meet someone better one day? Should I pack up and make room for you guys?"

Pei Weijin looked away, but the fingertips on the woman's shoulder unconsciously rubbed and tapped lightly, again and again, accompanied by a cold, deep voice and an indescribable sourness.

Yan Zhuoyu turned her head, met his eyes, and smiled charmingly: "Why are you packing, honey? Aren't all the things in the house mine?"

Pei Weijin: "..."

Okay, leave him nothing, just kick him out and let the other man move into their marital home with his own bags.

Secretary Meng was still diligently driving ahead.

Pei Weijin silently looked out the window, about to withdraw his hand, but Yan Zhuoyu pulled it down, making the touch even softer.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Zhuoyu leaned in and left a kiss on his cheek.

Her bright eyes stared directly at Pei Weijin, burning like fire.

The alluring female voice was soft and gentle: "No one is better than you, and he's not as big as you."

Pei Weijin lowered his head, and the white shirt button at his lower abdomen was being casually fiddled with by his fingertips, which were painted with burgundy nail polish.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he grasped Yan Zhuoyu's hand, their fingers intertwined.

"Don't move, someone's here."

Even with her hands restrained, Yan Zhuoyu still wouldn't behave. She sidled up to Pei Weijin and finally couldn't help but reveal her true intentions.

"I haven't touched them. Where are my clothes? Didn't you say you put them in the car? Where are they?"

Pei Weijin raised an eyebrow, looking confused: "What clothes?"

"Don't pretend, it's just that blue shorts I bought, and a very proper dance outfit, and, um..."

Yan Zhuoyu was a little unsure how to enhance the look of the little dress adorned with pearls.

"Yes, that's it, my new headband."

As she spoke, she searched inside the car, but couldn't find a single pearl.

Pei Weijin chuckled: "So that was Madam's hairband. The style is indeed novel and unique."

"Don't bother looking, I've already tidied it up and put it on the bed. Tonight, my wife will teach me how to tie my hair with a pearl hairband, how about that?"

Yan Zhuoyu's ears turned red, and she bit the person in a fit of anger and embarrassment: "You're so annoying! No matter what, I won't teach you! You're lying, I'm getting off the bus!"

Pei Weijin simply knocked on the partition and ordered, "Meng Yuting, drive faster."