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

Chapter 145 This is so spicy, everyone who reads it has to say "It's hot!" [Corrected

Pei Weijin's return to the country coincided with the beginning of winter. The night before, a light drizzle fell, casting a chill over the city, and pedestrians on the street wrapped themselves in heavy coats.

The temperature didn't drop suddenly, but the wind made my facial skin feel exceptionally dry.

The investigation report on the car accident was sent to Yan Zhuoyu's email address early on.

The incident occurred after Yan Longyu was unable to wait for his butler to arrive after school. He wandered aimlessly with the crowd and was unfortunately hit by a drunk driver while crossing the road, resulting in a comminuted fracture of his tibia and severe damage to multiple nerves.

Fortunately, the surgery was successfully completed last night.

The driver fled the scene after the accident but was quickly apprehended by the police. A breathalyzer test confirmed that he was intoxicated.

Regarding Yan Shuting's accusation that Yan Zhuoyu instigated others to harm Yan Longyu, the police have not yet found any conclusive evidence.

The drunk driver's speech was incoherent, and after a thorough investigation of his social background and relationships, the police found no connection between him and Yan Zhuoyu. Routine questioning revealed no other abnormalities.

However, what made Yan Zhuoyu suspicious was that as soon as the news of Yan Longyu's serious car accident and urgent need for German experts to treat him came out, Pei Hongli appeared with Dr. Yiwen.

Is there really such a coincidence in the world?

Could this seemingly accidental car accident have been orchestrated by Pei Hongli?

The moment this thought crossed Yan Zhuoyu's mind, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Although incidents such as stalking by paparazzi and accidental injuries to celebrities on set occur frequently in the entertainment industry, they pale in comparison to this malicious attack.

Prior to this, Yan Zhuoyu firmly believed that this was a society governed by the rule of law, and that the struggles between wealthy families only existed in fictional TV dramas.

Pei Hongli's current actions have undoubtedly served as a wake-up call for her.

If this matter is indeed related to Pei Hongli, she must find out his connection to this matter as soon as possible, or find incriminating evidence against him, and bring this dangerous person to justice.

Money and power should never be an excuse to wantonly hurt others, even if the victim is her stepson with whom she has a strained relationship.

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After more than ten hours of flying, Pei Weijin finally arrived home.

His expression was cold and aloof, and he still carried the chill of the outside world around him, but when he saw Yan Zhuoyu, he couldn't help but slow down and his expression softened.

The rocking chair was gently swaying back and forth, and Yan Zhuoyu was curled up in it. The warm afternoon sun slanted down, gilding her hair with a golden glow. Her profile was shrouded in light and shadow, outlining her delicate and flawless features.

Her eyes were vacant, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her full lips were tightly pressed together. She didn't even notice Pei Weijin walking up to her.

A long, slender, and slightly cool hand reached out from behind Yan Zhuoyu. The man's fingertips gently touched her warm cheek, sending a shiver down her spine.

A deep, magnetic male voice then rang in her ears, like the cold frost in winter.

"What are you thinking about so intently? I've been away for a long time, and your wife's reaction has been quite indifferent."

Yan Zhuoyu looked up when she heard the voice, saw that it was him, took his hand, and rubbed her palm against his hand in that position.

"I was thinking about your third uncle and Yan Longyu's matter. I forwarded you the investigation report. Didn't you see it on the way?"

She immediately turned the tables, smiling broadly: "Judging from your reaction, I can tell you didn't even look. I don't see you caring much about your wife. You say I'm cold-hearted, but you're clearly the colder one."

The soft touch softened Pei Weijin's heart, and a barely perceptible warm smile flashed in his eyes: "I have read every single message you sent carefully, so you can rest assured that you can leave it to me."

When the conversation turned to other people, the smile in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a chilling rationality.

"I have already sent people to investigate the car accident thoroughly. Once it is found that Pei Hongli is definitely involved, I will immediately report it to the police and make sure he receives the punishment he deserves. In the meantime, even if the final outcome is not related to him, I will have someone send him to a nursing home abroad to ensure his safety."

"That's good."

Yan Zhuoyu released his hand, stretched out her straight and shapely legs, stretched like a cat, and lightly jumped off the rocking chair.

She was completely at ease, her bright eyes carefully scrutinizing Pei Weijin.

The other party was empty-handed.

When Yan Zhuoyu couldn't find what she wanted, she unceremoniously opened her palm to him and asked directly, "Where's the gift you brought me this time?"

Seemingly feeling it was impolite, Yan Zhuoyu added two more sentences: "Husband, my dear husband."

Pei Weijin raised his chin and pointed towards the living room: "It was placed over there when we came in."

Yan Zhuoyu smiled sweetly and earnestly uttered the three perfunctory sentences: "Thank you, husband. You're so good to me. I love you."

She turned around, her steps light as she prepared to unwrap the gift, but unexpectedly, the bow at her waist was caught by Pei Weijin's fingertips.

"Ok?"

The silk robe had a smooth, silky belt, and the wide white bow accentuated her slender and supple waist.

A loosely tied bow can be easily pulled open.

Pei Weijin hooked his fingertips on one side of the bow and used a clever trick to pull her closer to him.

He asked in a low voice, "Where's my gift?"

Yan Zhuoyu brushed his hand away, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek.

She held the man's hand and shook it playfully twice: "Okay, this is your gift."

Pei Weijin was easy to coax, and his smile visibly deepened.

He lifted her chin and kissed it gently, then patted her lower back: "Okay, go ahead."

The gift looked quite large, over a meter long. Yan Zhuoyu lifted a corner and tentatively raised it a little.

Very heavy.

There were no tags on the outside of the box, which only fueled her curiosity.

She carefully used a knife to cut open the tape at the opening and peeled off the outer shell little by little.

When Yan Zhuoyu saw the so-called gift, she was stunned and almost dropped the delivery knife in her hand.

"So beautiful," she exclaimed sincerely.

The gift was a wearable mermaid tail, almost exactly as she had described, and even more dreamlike after being meticulously modified by a top designer.

The icy blue fishtail, even without deliberate lighting, seemed to shimmer with life-like detailing on its finely carved scales. Meanwhile, the silver chain at the bottom of the suitcase, which was essentially the upper garment, was almost entirely devoid of fabric.

Just by looking at him, Yan Zhuoyu could already imagine how Pei Weijin would look in this outfit...

Moreover, these chains not only serve an aesthetic purpose of highlighting muscles, but can also be used as a support to hold onto in critical moments.

She had only mentioned it casually, but she never expected that Pei Weijin would actually have someone design it.

It was worth it for the WeChat nickname she gave Pei Weijin back then—"Cold and fiery CEO."

Everyone who sees this has to say "spicy"!

Seeing her reaction, Pei Weijin asked softly, "Do you like it?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Yan Zhuoyu nodded repeatedly, her dark, beautiful eyes filled with anticipation and surprise, sparkling with bright light.

In Pei Weijin's eyes, this light was almost more dazzling than the mermaid tail in her hand.

Yan Zhuoyu pressed her advantage, suggesting, "It would be even better if you could put it on and show it to me now."

Pei Weijin smiled slightly: "There will be a chance for me to wear it for you, but not now."

He stopped at the top of the stairs, his pale fingers loosening his tie: "Come up and change your clothes, I'll take you to Jiangjia Village."

Yan Zhuoyu was woken up early in the morning to cooperate with the police investigation. Her eyes were sore and she was severely sleep-deprived.

Therefore, when she got on the bus, she consciously slipped to the back seat, lay down on her side, and rested her head on the soft cushion, ready to catch up on some sleep.

After the car started, Yan Zhuoyu suddenly propped herself up, rested her chin on one hand, and looked at Pei Weijin in the rearview mirror.

She asked, "Honey, wasn't that land in Jiangjia Village supposed to be demolished to build a shopping mall or roads? But then the news reported that the project was shelved. Are you going to take me to see that unfinished building?"

Pei Weijin did not answer immediately, and Yan Zhuoyu was not in a hurry, waiting patiently.

He didn't speak until the car stopped at a red light: "The first thing I did after taking over the Pei Group was to buy that piece of land. Construction has been going on for the past few years, and it was only recently completed."

As he spoke, he handed over his phone, saying, "I have videos in my photo album; you can take a look first."

Yan Zhuoyu was initially a little sleepy, but after being with Pei Weijin, she lost her sleepiness.

She took the phone and teased, "Tsk, you're so comfortable giving me your phone? Aren't you afraid I'll find some secrets I shouldn't see?"

There are no secrets between us.

"Then I'll reluctantly believe you this once."

Yan Zhuoyu unlocked her phone screen and entered the photo album. She accidentally swiped down on the homepage, triggering the gesture lock.

She tried the gesture to unlock her phone screen, but it showed an error message.

This is going to be very serious.

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes gleamed with mischief, as if she had discovered something new: "Oh? How come our CEO Pei has a private photo album?"

The red light turned green, and there were no cars around, but Pei Weijin hesitated for a moment before stepping on the gas.

The photos stored in his private album flashed through his mind, but he chose to remain silent and focus on driving.

Yan Zhuoyu, however, refused to let him off the hook, persistently asking, "Can I see it, husband?"

She rested her forehead against the back of the driver's seat, repeatedly calling out "husband," which made Pei Weijin even more silent.

“No.” Pei Weijin finally spoke.

"You have a secret!" Yan Zhuoyu pointed at him loudly, "Hmph, I've caught you red-handed."

However, since they were driving, Yan Zhuoyu didn't press the matter further.

Although she didn't know what was hidden in the private photo album, she trusted Pei Weijin's character and believed that the photos or videos were definitely not evidence of infidelity.

She lazily lay back in the back seat, muttering, "Hmph, if you don't want me to see it, then don't."

With this leverage in hand, I can use it to manipulate Little Pei from time to time. Why not?

Seeing that Yan Zhuoyu was no longer asking questions, Pei Weijin breathed a sigh of relief without his noticing, and his grip on the steering wheel loosened a little.

The rebuilt Jiangjia Village has a brand-new look, retaining its simple rural charm while incorporating modern elements, and has also established homestays and a large single-story villa.

The camera slowly panned, and Yan Zhuoyu immediately spotted the ancient well at the village entrance, said to be over two hundred years old. Even the old willow tree, which required several people to encircle, had been perfectly preserved.

The villagers' orchards and forests have been transformed into picking gardens. The layout looks like it's going to be developed into agritourism. It looks like everything has changed, but it also seems like nothing has changed.

The camera then panned to the persimmon orchard, where the trees were laden with bright orange persimmons that shone brightly in the sunlight, a scene of abundant fruit and festive joy.

Yan Zhuoyu recalled the scene of her grandmother taking them to pick persimmons.

"Honey, do you remember what Grandma said before?"

Pei Weijin nodded: "I remember, every year on the day of Lidong she would say 'Lidong nourishes the body to fill the empty stomach,' and then she would make a meal of dumplings."

Yan Zhuoyu handed the phone back to him with a sigh, saying nostalgically, "Yes, Grandma used to say that if you eat persimmons on the day of Lidong (the beginning of winter), the coming year will be full and prosperous, and everything will be settled."

"It's persimmon harvest season now. I wonder if my grandma can eat such sweet persimmons when she's abroad."

Pei Weijin chuckled softly, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes: "Whether she can eat persimmons depends on whether she has listened to the doctor and avoided certain foods during this period. Grandma is getting old and is becoming more and more like a child. The caregivers say that they have to coax her to take her medicine properly."

Yan Zhuoyu watched the scenery outside the car window rush by.

“I haven’t seen my grandma in a long time. When we get there, let’s make a video call to her so she can see the rebuilt village.”

Pei Weijin responded calmly, "Okay, I'll contact the caregiver in a bit."

It was still an hour's drive to Jiangjia Village. Yan Zhuoyu lay in the back seat scrolling through her phone and unknowingly fell asleep.

Yan Zhuoyu woke up when the car slowly came to a stop in front of the villa.

Besides the two of them, Xie Fu, Huo Wenji, Fu Zhuchen, and others were also present at Jiangjia Village this time.

Huo Wenji and Xie Fu were sitting on the sofa, very close to each other. No one knew what he said, but Xie Fu slapped him on the forehead.

Huo Wenji laughed even more heartily after being beaten.

Fu Zhuchen sat upright at the dining table, staring at the tablet in front of him with a bitter and resentful expression, surrounded by a circle of bodyguards, making for a rather spectacular scene.

Xie Fu, wearing a loose beige sweater, greeted Yan Zhuoyu with a smile: "You're here."

Yan Zhuoyu nodded gently in response, "Yes, Sister Xie Fu."

Yan Zhuoyu merely nodded politely to Huo Wenji; the two were not particularly familiar with each other.

Out of curiosity, Yan Zhuoyu secretly glanced at Fu Zhuchen's tablet screen.

Hmm...looks a little familiar.

She touched her nose, turned to Pei Weijin and whispered, "Why did you actually let him watch those dozen or so movies? I was just joking..."

Pei Weijin said dismissively, "He's a director. Letting him watch these movies is a form of learning. It's good for him to learn from his mistakes."

He didn't lower his voice intentionally, and Fu Zhuchen's hearing was extremely sharp.

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhuchen turned his head slowly, his dark circles under his eyes making him look like a panda: "I said, I accidentally sent the wrong list back then, do you believe me?"