latelenovela Chapter 100: I brought the beach swimsuit you were looking for; it's in the car.
Chapter 100: I brought the beach swimsuit you were looking for; it's in the car.
As soon as Yan Zhuoyu entered the banquet hall, she saw Qiao Xinyun waving at her.
"Why did it take you so long to get here? The person ahead of you was already back."
Yan Zhuoyu sat down next to her and casually picked up a piece of pastry: "I went to play the role of the Virgin Mary for a while."
Qiao Xinyun touched her chin: "?"
People weren't all there yet, and there were no reporters or media in the inner hall. The two of them were sitting in a corner eating and drinking, and not many people noticed.
A while later, Fan Wenran also arrived. She ignored her manager's call and turned to run towards Yan Zhuoyu.
"Sister Yan, how is your recovery going? Is there anything still bothering you?"
Yan Zhuoyu pushed a plate of pastries toward her: "They're quite good. You can eat and drink well, and thanks to someone, you'll live to be a hundred."
Fan Wenran said "Oh" and nodded with satisfaction, without asking who she owed it to.
Even without thinking, you know who it is.
This turned into a tea party for the three sisters, where they ate and drank in a very harmonious atmosphere.
The band suddenly changed the program, and a melodious and romantic tune began to play. The crowd near the entrance hall began to stir, and the attention of the entire banquet hall was gradually drawn to it, accompanied by whispers and exclamations.
"What's going on? Why is he here too?"
"Didn't this guy never show up at these kinds of events before? Is there some big project today that warrants his appearance?"
"Qimeng really pulled it together this time. She managed to get him to come. The stock price is probably going to soar tomorrow!"
……
It wasn't until the organizer received a phone call and hurriedly got up to greet them that the unsuspecting crowd became even more curious.
Fan Wenran, who loved to join in the fun, wanted to drag Yan Zhuoyu over to see: "Who has such a big name?"
Yan Zhuoyu had a bad feeling. She sat there reluctantly, saying, "I think I'll pass. There's nothing to see..."
"Oh, that makes sense."
Fan Wenran let go of her hand. Her sister Yan was a married woman, and a woman of exceptional quality, so naturally she wasn't interested in other people.
With no one to accompany her, she was too lazy to go over.
The crowd in front of the lobby was orderly dispersed by well-trained bodyguards, and a distinguished man was surrounded in the middle. He wore a restrained, pure black bespoke suit, perfectly tailored, and his burgundy tie was tied meticulously, exuding a dignified and understated elegance.
The organizer followed closely behind, his tone full of humility and apology: "President Pei, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were coming. Please forgive us for not welcoming you properly."
Pei Weijin coldly replied with two words: "It's alright."
His eyes searched through the crowd.
The organizer rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things, because he felt that President Pei's gaze was somewhat eager.
"President Pei, this way please. The opening ceremony is about to begin. The second floor is quieter and offers a better view, allowing you to enjoy the entire banquet from all angles..."
The organizers were giving a long and detailed introduction, but Pei Weijin only nodded occasionally, without saying much, and showed no intention of taking a seat immediately.
Yan Zhuoyu, who was in the corner, was not blind. She looked up and saw her "creditor" as soon as she looked up, and quickly lowered her head to hide.
Fan Wenran, however, couldn't hide her excitement and muttered to herself, "Sister Yan, is President Pei here specifically for you this time?"
Otherwise, why would they suddenly come to this kind of occasion?
"I don't know her." Yan Zhuoyu looked down at her phone, pretending to be blind.
As the first piece ended, the band switched to playing the cheerful March of Lou Monroe.
Pei Weijin stopped right in front of Yan Zhuoyu.
Since the other party had come over on their own initiative, Yan Zhuoyu saw no need to hide any longer. She raised her head confidently, her gaze following Pei Weijin's slender figure upwards.
After all, Pei Weijin was her direct superior, so it was only right that she greet him.
"Mr. Pei."
She greeted him politely, and the two of them, one standing and one sitting, created a subtle scene.
Fan Wenran held her breath and quietly retreated, while the others at the banquet secretly sized up the two of them.
Regardless of what people say online, this was the first time the two had met in public, and in a public place at that. Even the stern-faced bodyguards couldn't stop Yan Zhuoyu.
It's really rare!
Pei Weijin stood against the light, his brow bone deep, clearly having put on a carefully crafted look. Although his eyes held a shallow emotion, cold as ice, Yan Zhuoyu somehow managed to detect a hint of a smile within them.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the organizers, showing great tact, immediately asked, "This location is also quite good, what do you think..."
"Go to the second floor."
The organizer quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, Mr. Pei, this way please."
If you're going to the second floor anyway, why go through all this trouble to get here?!
Pei Weijin's departure caused the attention that had been focused on Yan Zhuoyu to quickly dissipate.
Everyone sighed in disappointment, saying the rumors were unreliable. Such a beautiful female celebrity took the initiative to greet him, but Prime Minister Pei ignored her completely; he was truly cold-hearted.
Unseen by them, Yan Zhuoyu received a new message from Pei Weijin.
My wife hasn't come home for five nights in a row. When does she plan to return?
[And that beach swimsuit you were looking for, I brought it, it's in the car.]