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

Chapter 227 My husband is amazing! Just standing there, my eyes are glued to him.

[Jhin: Success is always something to celebrate, isn't it?]

After seeing his message, Yan Zhuoyu propped her head up with one hand, pressed her right index finger on the screen, and suppressed a playful smile in her eyes.

She typed a few words and sent them: "What are you saying? Does it mean that if I don't succeed, I'm not worthy of celebration?"

[Jin: As long as it's you, everything is worth it. Those gifts I never gave you are still stored at the shop; it's because I wasn't ready to appear before you back then.]

Yan Zhuoyu slowly and softly repeated the second half of the sentence: "I wasn't ready..."

She suddenly pulled her legs back down from where she had just crossed them and sat properly on the sofa.

At that time, Pei Weijin had only recently taken the position of heir to the Pei family, and other family members were eyeing the position covetously.

Three years ago, he was already quite outstanding, but he still felt unprepared. Although Pei Weijin didn't say it explicitly, Yan Zhuoyu understood what he meant by "unprepared."

He felt he wasn't good enough and didn't have enough confidence to stand in front of Yan Zhuoyu.

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled: "Why are you still as silly as you were when you were a child?"

But after laughing, she felt a pang of heartache.

Even if Pei Weijin was silly when he was young, he wouldn't be as cautious and reserved as he is now.

She thought for a moment and replied: "My husband is amazing, okay? There's no need for any preparation. Just standing there, my eyes are glued to him; I can't look away. If I received such a huge bouquet of roses when I first started out, maybe today would be our third wedding anniversary."

Following her instructions, the restaurant staff separated the bouquet into individual roses and distributed them to the customers.

Yan Zhuoyu kept only two flowers for herself: one was pure gold, and the other was the most beautiful one in bloom.

She and Fan Wenran had booked the same hotel. To avoid disturbing Teacher Lie as he typed late into the night, she considerately refrained from bothering him, and after a brief chat, they each returned to their rooms.

She posted all the photos she took today on Weibo.

[Yan Zhuoyu: Tencent Video All Star Awards. Thank you so much for your support over the years. Standing on the Tencent Video All Star Awards stage today, receiving the Breakthrough Television Actress of the Year award, I am filled with emotion. Along the way, there have been lows, but few highs. Thank you all for your unwavering support. From my initial naivety to my gradual maturity, your support and companionship have been my driving force, keeping me from ever backing down...]

Yan Zhuoyu wrote a long post of over a thousand words, recording every detail of her journey.

Fans had been waiting for her to post on Weibo, and as soon as they saw Yan Zhuoyu's Weibo update, they immediately forwarded and commented.

[Keep going, Zhuobao! We'll always support you!]

[Zhuobao looks so cool today! Her suit and long legs are absolutely stunning!]

Wow! So many roses! How many are there? Is it 520? I'm curious which rich lady sent them.

[I was so bored I counted! There were 666 roses in total, and this message—it's obviously from a devoted fan. I'm not very cultured, so I'll just copy and paste: "A single spark can start a prairie fire! Wishing Sister Yan all the best from now on!"]

……

They were staying in a suite. After washing up, Yan Zhuoyu lay in bed, half-asleep. The light was still on in the office next door, where Qiao Xinyun was still working hard, processing data.

Yan Zhuoyu replied to a few comments, thanking her fans for their blessings.

Finally, seeing that many people were curious about the roses, she couldn't help but smile and replied: "They were sent by our super lovely Little Flame."

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Germany.

The hotel suites are decorated in a local style, with dark wood furniture paired with cool-toned lighting, creating a rigorous and simple atmosphere.

A handsome man with refined features sat on a black leather chair. The cold light accentuated the indifferent and rugged profile of his face, and the light from his phone screen was reflected in his gray eyes.

Meng Yuting stood beside him, her brows furrowed, looking somewhat nervous.

He watched helplessly as his boss, from the moment he returned to the hotel, sat at his desk, staring intently at his phone screen, repeatedly checking his wife's newly posted Weibo post.

It was a way of sharing the joy of a TV actor who had achieved a breakthrough in the year.

Although he knew that President Pei was Miss Yan's husband, and that they were husband and wife, he felt honored to be staring at him for an hour as if he could see something special in him.

No, there are indeed flowers in here, 666 of them!

Meng Yuting finally couldn't help but speak up: "President Pei, you've only been at the hotel for a short time and have been staring at the electronic screen for a long time. Why don't you give your eyes a rest?"

After studying Weibo for a long time, CEO Pei has finally decided to take the next step.

He liked Yan Zhuoyu's Weibo post.

Meng Yuting's lips twitched slightly as he carefully reminded her, "President Pei, you are currently using my phone and logged into my personal Weibo account, not my work account. Therefore, your likes may not be received by your wife immediately."

Pei Weijin glanced at Meng Yuting indifferently, but did not cancel the like. Instead, he turned off the phone screen and handed it back to him.

The man's tone was indifferent, and he spoke sparingly: "Yes, I know."

Meng Yuting: "..."

He took the phone and remained silent.

Got it, he's just another part of President Pei and his wife's game.

President Pei was worried that liking the post with his own account would be too conspicuous, so he borrowed his account.

Meng Yuting comforted herself, "Forget it, I won't bother arguing with a man who has no official status."

There is a time difference between Germany and Beijing, so Yan Zhuoyu was already asleep. Pei Weijin began to look through the folders on the table.

"How are the meeting arrangements for tomorrow? Has the contract been revised?"

Meng Yuting replied, "Everything is arranged, and the contract has been repeatedly checked. There are no problems."

"Okay, you should go and rest too. Get yourself in the right state of mind, because we can't afford to make any mistakes tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Pei."

Meng Yuting responded and then turned and left the office.

German businessmen are notoriously difficult and meticulous, so we must be extremely vigilant at this meeting and not give them any openings.

After Meng Yuting left, the room was quiet for a while.

Pei Weijin sat at his desk, his slender fingers slightly bent as he stroked the high-quality black fountain pen in his hand.

After carefully reviewing the contract terms, he closed the folder and neatly stacked it with other documents.

Half a minute later, he dialed Fu Zhuchen's number.

Based on the time difference between the two countries, it was already 1 a.m. in Beijing.

But as soon as the phone rang, Fu Zhuchen answered it.

It was noisy on his end, and his voice was muffled: "Oh, Mr. Pei, calling me so late, is something on your mind?"

Pei Weijin asked politely, "What are you doing?"

Fu Zhuchen snorted and casually pressed the button on the range hood to turn it off: "Me? I originally wanted to learn how to make pasta, but I almost blew up the kitchen. I decided to cut my losses in time to avoid having to bother the firefighters to rescue me in the middle of the night."

Pei Weijin responded with an "oh," and got to the point: "President Fu."

Fu Zhuchen got goosebumps immediately when he shouted at her: "Are you crazy? You only have a breakdown at night!"

"Just say it, what is it?"

Pei Weijin chuckled: "President Fu, one of your company's artists recently had a movie released."

Fu Zhuchen immediately understood: "I know, it's about box office revenue."

"Although I am not the actual boss of the company, Yan Zhuoyu is indeed an employee. She will definitely be involved in publicity, which is also linked to the company's performance."

"Okay, hard work."

Fu Zhuchen is very optimistic: "It's not hard work, it's just bad luck."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Weijin sent Huo Wenji a message with similar content.

Huo Wenji was still awake too. He replied with an OK sign: "No problem. Xie Fu was saying she wanted to go see it these past couple of days. I'm still in Jiangjia Village helping her practice her painting skills. I'll head back to the city tomorrow. I'll also give the employees some perks and organize a team-building activity—we'll all go to the movies together."

Pei Weijin: [Thank you.]

Aside from subtly showing off their affection earlier, Huo Wenji, who is usually a man of few words, simply replied with a "read".