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

Chapter 212 It's late at night, and it's not safe for us, a man and a woman alone together

It wasn't the first time the two had shared a bed, but tonight Yan Zhuoyu lay flat on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

When she couldn't sleep, she started to analyze the situation, thinking that either the military-style sleeping position was not suitable for her, or she was simply not used to sleeping in the same bed.

Yan Zhuoyu was still thinking about whether she should secretly observe whether Pei Weijin's fingers were also pressed tightly against the seam of his pants when he was sleeping.

Pei Weijin also couldn't fall asleep. He noticed that a piece of the mattress had been pressed down, and then he felt as if a burning gaze was staring straight at him in the darkness.

"..."

Yan Zhuoyu propped her chin up with one hand, observing Pei Weijin's sleeping face with a bored expression, and restrained herself from lifting the blanket to see what was going on.

Until Pei Weijin opened his eyes and their eyes met.

Yan Zhuoyu feigned shyness and smiled, "Good evening, my husband."

After being caught secretly observing, she showed no embarrassment whatsoever. They were an old married couple; what was wrong with taking a few glances?

This person even carries their marriage certificate with them, so she can not only look at it, but also legally "enjoy" it.

Pei Weijin asked, "Hmm, good evening. Can't you sleep?"

Yan Zhuoyu nodded with a resentful look in her eyes: "The octopus-like sleeping position suits me better."

"No, that's what I should be asking you. How come our CEO Pei, who always maintains a good sleep schedule, is having trouble sleeping tonight? It's almost past midnight."

Pei Weijin sat up halfway and let her rest her head on his arm, glancing at the digital watch on the bedside table.

Now it's 11:34.

In half an hour, it will be Yan Zhuoyu's birthday.

However, she herself seems to have completely forgotten this important matter.

Yan Zhuoyu picked up her phone and casually suggested, "Honey, I have to go to the dubbing studio at 1 p.m. tomorrow. If you can't sleep, how about we play games together?"

"Okay, just one game."

Pei Weijin wanted her to rest early, as the birthday cake was scheduled to be delivered tomorrow night.

Since Yan Zhuoyu couldn't sleep, he considered changing his plans and sending the gift first, becoming the first person to wish her a happy birthday.

Both are busy with work and frequently travel for business, so their schedules often don't align. They can only squeeze in time to play games together and maintain the habit of sending each other in-game currency every day; their intimacy level has already reached 1,000.

Games start.

Yan Zhuoyu whistled with great confidence, but unfortunately, it didn't make a sound.

"Honey, follow me around and wait for me to take you flying!"

"it is good."

Two minutes later, Yan Zhuoyu's game character was eliminated mid-air, and the two returned to the game lobby.

Yan Zhuoyu fell silent immediately: "..."

Why are there still so many real players online at this hour? Shouldn't there be mostly bots?

Pei Weijin silently pressed the ready button for her: "It's okay, I know you're not in good form in the first game."

The predictions were somewhat off; I didn't expect the first game to end so quickly.

In the second game, both players became serious and cooperated well, winning the championship.

Yan Zhuoyu got a little carried away and put her leg over Pei Weijin's shoulder: "Husband! Get ready, let's continue!"

Pei Weijin put down his phone: "I'll play again next time."

"Why did you stop playing?" Yan Zhuoyu asked, looking a little dejected.

The time on the digital watch jumped again—23:58.

Pei Weijin got up and got out of bed. He first found a coat for Yan Zhuoyu and put it on her, saying, "I have something very important to take you with me to deal with."

Given the serious tone, Yan Zhuoyu figured it was probably related to work.

She shook her phone, puzzled. "You're not going to call an emergency meeting at this hour, are you?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Pei Weijin led her towards the garage in the backyard.

The garage contained more than a dozen luxury cars, including the black Cadillac I had driven that day.

Yan Zhuoyu followed closely behind, buttoning her clothes while her little brain raced, as if she had thought of something but couldn't quite grasp it.

She coughed lightly and whispered tentatively, "It's late at night, and it's not safe for us to be alone together. Even though I stole your supplies and killed you while we were playing the game, and even deliberately hit you with a grenade, I still looted your bag before reviving you when you were injured and down..."

"Then...you can't either..."

Halfway through his sentence, Pei Weijin suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at her quietly, his cold gray eyes appearing even darker in the night.

Yan Zhuoyu felt a little guilty under his gaze: "Husband, you have to distinguish between games and reality. Killing your wife in real life won't get you any enlightenment; you'll end up in jail."

Games are games, just a form of entertainment in real life. Both of them are mature adults and it's unlikely that they would turn against each other and fight over this.

Yan Zhuoyu was just joking. Pei Weijin paused for a moment, then continued to lead her forward.

It's less of a garage and more of a luxury car showroom. Upon entering, you see over twenty luxury cars neatly arranged, as if calculated precisely, with the distance between each car exactly the same.

Speaking of which, when did Pei Weijin acquire so many new cars?

She'll have to pick out a few cars for her agent to try out later, so they can share the good fortune.

The parking lot was spacious, and the further in you went, the fewer cars there were. Pei Weijin's voice echoed in the empty environment.

"It's okay. When you abandoned me to grab the airdrop, the grenade that threw into your smoke wasn't actually from the enemy. Also, I was the one who shot your tires."

Yan Zhuoyu muttered to herself, "I knew it was you. The gunshot sound was exactly the same as the gun you used."

Sometimes, the saying "Those who are not family will not enter the same door" really makes some sense.

She wasn't annoyed. When she teamed up with Qin Zhuyue before, the two of them were always on guard, having to watch out for both enemies and teammates.

To put it bluntly, playing games with close friends and successfully tricking them is more fun than winning the game.

Pei Weijin raised his wrist to check the time; it was exactly 23:59.

He handed a remote control to Yan Zhuoyu: "We're here, honey. Press the first button."

Yan Zhuoyu groped around in the dim light: "What is this?"

The remote control is custom-made, with a rose gold metal casing engraved with the Pei Group's unique logo, and has a total of twenty-four buttons.

Midnight.

She pressed the top button as Pei Weijin had instructed.