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Chapter 132 I love you, that's why I miss you so much [Corrected]

"Hello, Mr. Pei."

Although it wasn't a video call, Qiao Xinyun's face unconsciously displayed facial expressions based on her tone of voice.

His smile was incredibly genuine.

She pondered the instructions her artist had just given her, guessing that Pei Weijin probably wanted to check on Yan Zhuoyu's emotional state or ask if she needed any help.

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Xinyun had already come up with a perfect excuse to help her artist "persuade" Pei Weijin to quit.

Unfortunately, none of her carefully prepared remarks were used.

On the other end of the phone, Pei Weijin responded with a simple "hmm," followed by a sudden burst of static.

Qiao Xinyun mistakenly thought the signal was bad and called out several times, but received no response.

Just as she looked at Yan Zhuoyu with pleading eyes, asking if she should hang up the phone, the elevator's "ding" suddenly rang on the phone, followed by Pei Weijin's clear voice:

"I'm already in your hotel's top-floor room. Your flight is at 8 o'clock. If you want some peace and quiet, remember to get some rest and take care of yourself. If you want to see me, you can come up anytime between now and 7:30, using the private elevator. No one will bother you."

Pei Weijin used the word "you" directly, and Qiao Xinyun immediately understood that he was talking to Yan Zhuoyu.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she stared at Yan Zhuoyu with dead fish eyes, silently questioning: This is not what you said. How come he has already arrived?

Yan Zhuoyu shrugged innocently; she hadn't expected Pei Weijin to act so quickly.

Qiao Xinyun felt her phone suddenly become hot to the touch. Without hesitation, she shoved it into Yan Zhuoyu's hand, turned around and left, quick and decisive, not forgetting to give a brief explanation.

"I'm right next door. Remember to bring your phone over after you finish your call."

Yan Zhuoyu answered the phone, nervously rubbing her eyes: "Hello?"

Pei Weijin's voice was soft, seemingly unsurprised that the person on the other end of the phone had changed to Yan Zhuoyu: "Want to come over?"

Those four simple words made Yan Zhuoyu instantly forget her original plan.

All pretexts like being considerate or worried about disturbing others were thrown to the back of their minds.

Yan Zhuoyu sat up in bed for no apparent reason and replied, "Okay."

Pei Weijin's tone remained calm, but his concern and thoughtfulness were evident: "Okay, I'll wait for you. It's chilly at night, remember to wear more clothes when you go out."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhuoyu changed her clothes and washed her face with cold water.

He had intended to go out and deliver the phone to Qiao Xinyun, but after thinking about it, he went back to his room.

She stood in front of the mirror, simply tied her hair into a low ponytail with a black hair tie, and then went out.

Coincidentally, Yan Zhuoyu had just stepped out of Qiao Xinyun's room when she ran into Lin Xiangyi, an actress from the same drama crew, in the corridor.

Lin Xiangyi had a face mask on, and she was startled when she saw Yan Zhuoyu.

"Oh my god, what are you doing here?"

She became famous for singing Errenzhuan (a traditional Chinese folk art form) in her early years, and later gradually transitioned into a film and television actress. Now she is nearly forty years old, and she still speaks with a strong local accent.

Yan Zhuoyu laughed heartily, her expression calm, and casually made up an excuse: "I couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk."

Lin Xiangyi didn't ask any further questions, but earnestly instructed, "Oh, okay, go back to sleep early. Today we're officially starting work. The contract says the next month will be closed training, it'll be exhausting, so you need to get plenty of sleep and rest."

Yan Zhuoyu responded a few times, and after Lin Xiangyi returned to her room, she tiptoed to the private elevator.

The hotel where the film crew stayed was chosen by Fu Zhuchen, which is not only safe and secure, but is also one of the properties under the Fu family.

There is only one suite on the top floor, which can only be reached by a private elevator. The suite is luxuriously decorated and spacious, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that cover almost an entire wall, offering panoramic views of the city's nightscape. The floor is covered with soft and delicate carpets.

Pei Weijin had been waiting at the elevator entrance. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he took Yan Zhuoyu's hand and stepped out. He didn't ask any questions, but simply hugged her.

"It's only 4:30, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Yan Zhuoyu nodded, sat on the bed, and asked knowingly, "Your flight is at eight in the morning, why did you suddenly come to see me? This doesn't fit your usual good routine."

"I missed you, so I came to find you." Pei Weijin's answer was simple and direct.

He arrived in a hurry and didn't even have time to change his clothes. He was wearing a suit jacket on the outside but his pajamas on the inside, which looked a bit mismatched.

He turned off the main light in the room, leaving only a small nightlight by the bedside.

The warm yellow light shone on Yan Zhuoyu's fair face, making her clear eyes appear as a deep amber color.

She suddenly stood up and reached out to touch Pei Weijin's hair.

It was half-dry, not wet, so it had obviously just been washed.

Yan Zhuoyu smiled, her eyes like crescent moons: "You even washed your hair before coming to see me?"

"No, I took a shower."

Pei Weijin lowered his head to make it easier for her to touch him.

Yan Zhuoyu suddenly changed her gesture and flicked his forehead lightly, the force just right, refreshing and invigorating.

"You're quite proud of yourself. You know it's cold at night, so you told me to wear more clothes so I wouldn't catch a cold, but you drove here with wet hair, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Yan Zhuoyu turned around, went to the bathroom, found the hairdryer, plugged it in, and pushed him to sit down on the chair with a look of disgust.

"If you don't dry your hair after washing it, you're likely to develop facial paralysis, you know? Sit down, I'll dry it for you."

Pei Weijin's hair was short, and it dried in just a few minutes.

After the two lay down on the bed, Yan Zhuoyu, who had been feeling sleepy, suddenly lost her sleepiness.

"You came to see me, is it really just because you missed me?"

Pei Weijin let her cling to him like an octopus, remaining motionless and dutifully playing the role of a giant body pillow.

"There are many reasons, but they all boil down to the same reason: I love you, so I miss you so much."

The nightlights were turned down to their lowest brightness, so dim that it was impossible to see each other's eyes clearly.

Yan Zhuoyu felt uncomfortable under Pei Weijin's intense gaze. She covered his mouth, closed her eyes, and said fiercely, "All you know is sweet talk."

"There were no flowery words. As soon as those comments appeared online, someone from the company called me. We have already found the IP address of the user with the online name 'Flying Dragon Soaring' when they posted the comments."

After Pei Weijin mentioned the name of the neighborhood, Yan Zhuoyu felt that it sounded familiar.

“Shuangmingfu Residential Area? That seems to be where Yan Shuting’s family lives now. They sent me their address once before,” Yan Zhuoyu pondered.

“I thought it might be him, but I didn’t expect it to actually be him. If it’s Yan Shuting, then things will be easier. He can’t keep things to himself, and he’ll probably call me during the day, just to take back the company.”

Pei Weijin hugged her tighter.

"I know you are strong and won't be affected by these things, but I still couldn't help but call you and want to see you. Thank you, my wife, for giving me this opportunity to meet. I am very honored."

As Pei Weijin spoke, the smile in his voice became hard to hide.

Yan Zhuoyu was touched by the first half of the sentence, but felt a strange sense of disharmony about the second half.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "Who taught you to talk like that? So pretentious."

The two chatted for a while.

Before going to sleep, Yan Zhuoyu habitually touched Pei Weijin's shoulder, but did not feel the stickiness of the ointment.

Didn't you apply any medicine?

Pei Weijin's shoulder wound was also very serious during Xin Nanshan's incident, requiring more than a dozen stitches. Fortunately, the surgical sutures are absorbable and do not need to be removed.

After the wound healed, it left a light white mark, and he has been applying medicine to it these days.

Pei Weijin gave a vague answer: "I couldn't reach it, and it was already quite late when I got home."

"Excuse."

Yan Zhuoyu asked, "Did you bring the ointment? I'll apply it again for you."

"I only brought myself."

"Fine, you won't apply the medicine if I'm only gone for one day. A grown man with a scar on his shoulder won't be easy to marry, you know. Be careful your wife won't dislike you later."

It's a very low-level PUA technique; Yan Zhuoyu was just teasing him.

But Pei Weijin took it seriously, and he seized the opportunity to ask, "Really?"

"After I go to France, we'll call each other every day, and you can make sure I apply the medicine, okay?"

Yan Zhuoyu touched his ear and laughed, "If you want to call me, just say so. Why go through all that trouble? Did you already think of these words on the way here?"

"Yes, I want you to call me and video chat," Pei Weijin admitted frankly.