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

Chapter 122 I have a wife this year, so naturally we have to wear matching outfits.

Over the next few days, Yan Zhuoyu handled her daily work while simultaneously consolidating and managing the equity of the Yan Group.

She was flush with cash, and the process went exceptionally smoothly; she quickly became the company's largest shareholder.

Yan Shuting was naturally aware of this series of major moves, but he had been stripped of his decision-making power by the board of directors and his position had plummeted. He was so anxious that he developed mouth ulcers.

He wanted to force Yan Zhuoyu to stop through coercion and enticement, but he couldn't even see her.

Two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yan Zhuoyu had prepared all the materials and was just waiting for the industrial and commercial department to approve them so she could receive the new business license.

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The 15th day of the eighth lunar month.

It was not yet seven o'clock, and the sky was still dimly lit. Pale white clouds were held aloft against the gray-blue sky, and a few strands of silvery white shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow on the black phone screen.

buzz-

The moment her phone vibrated, Yan Zhuoyu suddenly opened her beautiful, sparkling eyes, still tinged with sleepiness and a touch of childlike innocence. Her hand, however, had already reached out from under the silk quilt to turn off the alarm clock.

She lifted a corner of the blanket, and the cool air against her skin instantly made her feel much more awake.

Just as she was about to get up from the bed, a man's large hand wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her back onto the bed.

The still-warm blanket wrapped her up tightly again, and Pei Weijin lay on his side, embracing her from behind.

As soon as Yan Zhuoyu's head hit the pillow, the drowsiness she had finally managed to suppress swept over her again.

She nudged Pei Weijin's hand and complained, "What are you doing? I went to bed so late last night, and I finally managed to get up this morning, but you interrupted me again."

Pei Weijin had just woken up, his voice slightly hoarse and low: "The family banquet doesn't start until this afternoon, why are you up so early?"

"Last night, the housekeeper told me that your Pei family's banquets are always very grand. As long as you are a member of the Pei family or a relative, no matter how close or distant the relationship, you will come to attend. According to the tradition of previous years, a group photo will be taken after the banquet, and media reporters will be invited to record it every year. For such an important occasion, you should dress up formally."

This was Yan Zhuoyu's first time attending such a family banquet, and she took it very seriously.

She hesitated for a few seconds before pulling away from that sleepy yet reassuring embrace.

"I'm going to wash up now, you can continue sleeping for a while. Remember what you promised me last night, that you'd come with me to get my nails done after I've chosen my dress."

The frosted glass door to the bathroom was half-open, and with the sound of running water, one could vaguely hear Yan Zhuoyu talking to herself inside.

—The burgundy dress does suit my skin tone, but I'm getting tired of wearing red all the time…

—For a family dinner, shouldn't I dress more modestly? ...

"Today there will definitely be many beautiful ladies and business tycoons coming to give gifts and discuss business, so I need to dress up nicely, lest people think I'm unworthy of the title of Mrs. Pei. Besides, I'm about to take over the company, so dressing appropriately will help me build connections..."

Lost in her own thoughts, Yan Zhuoyu finished washing up and began choosing an evening gown for the evening.

Last night, the housekeeper delivered all the autumn clothing and accessories as instructed by President Pei, and Mrs. Pei also sent over a lot of new items.

Yan Zhuoyu, like a busy little squirrel, picked out several favorite dresses from the dressing room and carried them into the bedroom.

Then, she ignored Pei Weijin, who was half-lying on the bed.

With a whoosh, she piled all her clothes onto the bed.

Pei Weijin originally planned to sleep for another ten minutes, but he vaguely heard Yan Zhuoyu talking to herself. He was startled at first, and then belatedly opened his eyes.

My thoughts gradually became clearer.

He slowly nodded, examining the billions of dresses and jewelry spread out on the bed, nearly enough to crush a person.

“My darling is right. There are not only young ladies at the family dinner, but also quite a few young men. I also need to dress up nicely so that people don’t think I’m not good enough for you.”

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at him casually: "What's the point of dressing up? You can just wear the same old suit all the time. The only difference is the color."

His tone sounded nonchalant, but his eyes were full of laughter.

Yan Zhuoyu verbally told Pei Weijin to continue sleeping in a very understanding manner, but she had no such intention in her heart.

For such an important occasion, the husband and wife should work together to handle everything.

If she's the only one busy while he sleeps soundly, he'll feel extremely resentful.

Pei Weijin folded the blankets neatly, came out of the bathroom, and chuckled: "If you look through the group photos from previous years, you'll find that the color of my suit has never changed."

Yan Zhuoyu picked up a light green cheongsam, as tender as spring buds, and held it up against herself. Feeling that it was not quite right, she put it down again.

She caught a glimpse of Pei Weijin standing behind her through the dressing mirror.

"So, are you planning to wear that classic black and white suit again this year?"

Pei Weijin shook his head and picked out a dark brown shimmering dress, handing it to her: "No, this year is different."

Yan Zhuoyu did not reach out to take it, but simply turned around with a smile and looked at him curiously.

"What's the difference?"

Pei Weijin took a step forward, stretched out his hands from behind her, and held up the dress against her body.

The dressing mirror was attached to the table, and Yan Zhuoyu was standing there, so only her figure below her neck could be seen.

The curtains were half-drawn, and sunlight streamed in like silver rays, making the sequins on the dress sparkle and shimmer, indistinguishable in their brilliance.

Yan Zhuoyu smiled slightly, her already deep and striking features gaining a more mature and sophisticated charm.

She rarely tried dresses in this color, and thought Pei Weijin had just picked it randomly, but the effect was unexpectedly stunning.

She leaned forward slightly in surprise, placed her hand on the back of his hand, and gently pressed it against her chest.

The dress was tailored to fit her body, making her fair skin glow like soft gauze, giving her an ethereal quality.

Having found the perfect dress, Yan Zhuoyu was in a great mood, and her tone became exceptionally sweet.

"My husband has great taste; I'll wear this today."

Yan Zhuoyu, holding two thin shoulder straps, turned around gracefully and stood face to face with Pei Weijin, her eyes bright and clear like autumn water.

"Oh right, you haven't answered my question yet."

Her smile was radiant; whether it was the subtle shimmer that dazzled his eyes, or the faint, tangy scent of ripe plums that had captivated him, he couldn't tell.

Pei Weijin's heart pounded like beads from a broken string, falling erratically and rapidly into a jade plate. The plate was sloping, causing the pearls to slide and collide within it, their echoes lingering in his heart.

He gripped Yan Zhuoyu's waist, pulled her closer, and naturally placed his hand behind her head.

A dark brown dress was sandwiched between the two people, half of the light was blocked, and a faint, ambiguous shimmer flickered.

His movements seemed fierce, but his kisses were exceptionally gentle, only lightly touching those full, red lips before pulling away, a fleeting, superficial kiss.

"Well……"

Yan Zhuoyu looked up at him, somewhat dazed, not expecting Pei Weijin to suddenly kiss her.

The hem of the dress in her hand draped to the ground, resembling a blooming moon lotus.

Pei Weijin kissed her forehead again, his light gray pupils as cold as shattered ice, yet concealing an undisguised burning desire for the person before him.

He said softly, "I have a wife this year, so naturally we should wear matching outfits."