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

Chapter 125 My wife is precious to me, and in the Pei family she is also an honored guest. What'

Outside the mansion, a black Bentley was parked at the gate. The warm yellow light from the lanterns shone on the car windows, vaguely revealing two hazy figures inside.

Pei Weijin got out of the car first. He coldly raised his eyes and glanced at the crowd that had gathered because of the noise. Finally, his gaze lingered on Pei's mother for a moment, and he nodded slightly in greeting. She returned his gaze with a faint smile.

The mother and son greeted each other simply and subtly, but when everyone noticed Pei Weijin's attire today, their expressions changed slightly.

Someone asked in a low voice, puzzled, "Huh, what's going on today? First, the family banquet was suddenly closed to the public, even reporters were turned away, and now Mr. Pei is wearing a brown suit on a day like this. In previous years, he always wore one...?"

Before he could ask any more questions, Pei Weijin had already opened the other car door.

The first thing that catches the eye is Yan Zhuoyu's long, shapely legs. She wears high heels studded with tiny diamonds, and a golden wheat ear chain encircles her ankles, swaying gracefully with her movements.

Her long, jet-black hair was styled with a jade hairpin at the back of her head, with not a single stray hair framing her forehead. Her features were exquisite and noble, and her beauty was beyond compare.

Just as Yan Zhuoyu placed her hand on Pei Weijin's outstretched hand, she heard him suddenly speak, his voice extremely gentle.

"Honey, it's getting dark, slow down."

Such a cherished attitude silenced those people instantly.

Although they haven't seen his new wife's face yet, they can already feel his affection for her, and no one dares to underestimate him.

Yan Zhuoyu froze, gritting her teeth to maintain her smile, a faint blush creeping up her ears, and whispered, "Hmm? Pei Weijin, what are you up to?"

In public, Pei Weijin always addressed her as "Madam," but they would only use more intimate terms of address when they were alone together.

Although the term "wife" sounds normal, Yan Zhuoyu felt a strange, indescribable feeling...

Pei Weijin smiled, pretending not to notice, and took her hand, asking, "What's wrong, baby?"

He also gave Yan Zhuoyu's hand a suggestive squeeze.

Yan Zhuoyu raised her hand to cover a stray strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "It's alright, husband."

Although their voices were not loud, their behavior was intimate, which made Pei's mother smile.

Yan Zhuoyu adjusted her shawl, and her fingers intertwined with Pei Weijin's. Their wedding rings accidentally bumped against each other, making them a perfect match, a handsome couple.

As the banquet officially began, Yan Zhuoyu was surprised to find that Shan Meishuang was also attending the family dinner, and that she was there as the girlfriend of Pei Huaiyou, the son of her third uncle.

Recalling Shan Meishuang's previously announced new movie, I suddenly realized what was going on.

When Shan Meishuang learned of Yan Zhuoyu's identity, her surprise doubled.

However, both of them are currently seen as single by outsiders, and after a brief moment of surprise, they chose to ignore each other.

The group gathered again in the same room for the reunion dinner.

Pei Weijin led Yan Zhuoyu directly to the main seat, and although the others had different expressions, none of them dared to say anything.

However, my third aunt frowned and said, "Nephew, this is not in accordance with the rules."

Although these words were spoken to Pei Weijin, the tone was clearly directed at Yan Zhuoyu.

Yan Zhuoyu scooped up a spoonful of old duck soup with a porcelain spoon, savoring the aftertaste. She sat upright as if she hadn't heard her third aunt's words at all.

Anyway, before she came, Pei Weijin had told her that she just needed to eat well and that he would take care of the rest.

Seeing that she liked the soup, Pei Weijin ordered another bowl to be served.

Auntie waited for a long time without receiving a response, and her face grew increasingly pale.

She looked at her husband, about to explode, but Pei Weijin spoke first.

“When I was twelve, my third uncle taught me a principle: in the Pei family, whoever is in power is the rule.”

Pei Weijin spoke with a blank expression and a cold tone that chilled people to the bone, causing the atmosphere at the dinner table to drop to freezing point.

"Now that my wife and I have been married for a short time, this is my first time attending a family banquet. My wife is a precious person to me, and she is also a distinguished guest in the Pei family. What is wrong with her sitting in the host's seat?"

My third uncle has gotten quite plump these past few days, and he has a kind and friendly smile on his face.

"Oh dear, your third aunt was just saying something casually, don't take it so seriously. It's a rare occasion for everyone to get together during the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's have a nice meal together."

Then, the other elders smiled and smoothed things over, changing the subject.

Under the table, Yan Zhuoyu nudged Pei Weijin's leg with her knee, then smiled and used serving chopsticks to pick up a dish and put it in his bowl.

To show commendation.

Pei Weijin, contrary to his previous stern and indifferent demeanor, spoke in a gentle tone.

"Thank Wife."

Yan Zhuoyu nudged his leg again, this time with more force, clearly reminding him to tone it down and stop spreading his tail feathers.

"My husband works very hard every day. He should eat more of this clear soup bird's nest to nourish his body."

The couple got along well, and the aunt couldn't help but ask a few words of concern out of habit.

"Wei Jin, you and Xiao Yan have been married for almost two months now. Have you thought about having children?"

It's the same old topic that the older generation always talks about.

Third Aunt unconsciously glanced at Shan Meishuang, who was sitting side by side with Pei Huaiyou.

Shan Meishuang behaved appropriately and never overstepped any boundaries. When she noticed her third aunt's gaze, she simply returned a polite smile.

Third Aunt pursed her lips, then smoothly picked up where First Aunt left off, continuing:

"That's right. Actors are young and their careers are short-lived. Filming in freezing weather can be quite damaging to the body. Instead of working hard outside, it's better to come back and help with household chores. While you're young and healthy, you should have a child early so you can recover faster."

“Our Huaiyou is still young and not mature enough. He needs to take his time choosing a marriage partner. It will probably take a few more years before he finds a suitable one. Nephew, you're already married. Shouldn't you start thinking about having an heir?”

These words not only probed about the matter of the heir, but also implied a denigration of Yan Zhuoyu, and more importantly, they were a warning to Shan Meishuang.

In her and her third uncle's eyes, professions like actors and celebrities were simply not respectable.

Shan Meishuang lowered her head and remained silent, but her eyes were glistening with tears. She gently shook Pei Huaiyou's arm.

Pei Huaiyou simply patted her hand perfunctorily and whispered to comfort her, "Hey, don't take it to heart. My mom is just straightforward. Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Apart from that, nothing else was done.

Shan Meishuang's emotions seemed to have calmed down, but a closer look revealed that those fluctuations were not very genuine.

She knew very well that what she was asking for wasn't genuine at all.

With a clink, Yan Zhuoyu put down the soup spoon, her voice gentle yet sharp: "Acting isn't just a job for young people. There are all kinds of life experiences, and every age has its own wonderful stories worth portraying. Our country also has major awards like the Huabiao Award, which strongly encourage this industry."

"Besides, my husband is a loving husband and the CEO of the Pei Group. He has more than enough spare money to hire a few nannies to manage the household. It's just that Uncle shouldn't be too frugal. Aunt is at an age where she should be enjoying her retirement. We can't have the younger one being so unreliable, and the older one being... right?"

This time, even the third uncle, who had always been an invisible figure, was dragged into it, making the third aunt feel even worse.

After speaking, Yan Zhuoyu looked at Pei Weijin with a calm and considerate expression and asked, "As for the child, husband, what are your thoughts?"

This was a topic the two had never discussed before, and she was quite curious about what the other person's plans were.

All eyes were on Pei Weijin.

Before Pei's mother could speak, Pei Weijin calmly uttered a startling statement: "I suffer from azoospermia and am unable to conceive. If Uncle San is truly concerned about our ability to have children, he may consider adopting Pei Huaiyou as my son."

"As for the elders, since we are all members of the Pei family, I will give priority to them."