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

Chapter 42: Even an Italian girl couldn't compare to this charming woman.

The bedroom was pitch black, with the silver-blue starry sky lamps resembling silver light cascading down from the heavens.

The glittering Milky Way flows slowly like water, constantly changing with the moon's rotation, vast and three-dimensional, seemingly within reach.

Qiao Xinyun has regained her account, and Yan Zhuoyu has logged into Weibo.

The private message page was almost entirely filled with curses and insults from Li Yunsheng's fans. The words, whether out of jealousy, anger, or simply venting, were sharp and grating.

[You bitch, I've never seen anyone as vicious as you! Die!]

[I even spoke up for you before, and I'm so disappointed in you. You're so arrogant and domineering just because you have connections. You're shameless!]

Xiao Li is still unconscious. If she doesn't wake up, you wait, I will definitely avenge her!

Hehe, you're lucky tonight, you're not home.

……

Countless tiny black characters floated out from the screen, striking Yan Zhuoyu like a branding iron.

If Qiao Xinyun were present at this moment, she would definitely snatch the phone without hesitation and order her not to look at it.

The large room was empty and quiet, with only Yan Zhuoyu present.

She turned off her phone, knowing that saying more would only make things worse. The best course of action right now was to remain silent and wait for the police to issue an official statement, which would then be able to turn the situation around.

According to Secretary Meng, Pei Weijin left at six o'clock this morning, which is only fifteen hours ago.

The decision to go on a business trip at the last minute must mean there was something very important to do, otherwise there wouldn't be such a rush. Therefore, Yan Zhuoyu did not tell him what had happened today.

To avoid the other party thinking that you are being unreasonable and causing trouble.

Yan Zhuoyu wrapped herself completely in the quilt, then possessively hugged Pei Weijin's pillow to her chest, inhaling the faint scent of pine wood, and drifted off to sleep.

She seemed to be having a nightmare; her pale pink, thin eyelids trembled slightly, and her brows were furrowed.

……

street corner.

The little girl, with her hair in two little buns and wearing a festive hair accessory, looked as adorable as a New Year's picture doll. She was holding her mother's hand, chattering away about the fun things that happened at school.

"Mom! Today, my deskmate insisted on playing ball with me during class, but I ignored him. The teacher said I followed classroom rules and gave me two little red flowers as a reward!"

"If I collect ten, I can exchange them for a princess pencil case!"

Jiang Yuelin wore a stylish black jumpsuit with wide legs and a dark green headband, looking radiant and beautiful.

She patted her daughter's head and said with a smile, "Wow, our baby is so great! I remember that besides pencil boxes, the little red flowers can also be exchanged for lots of delicious snacks."

"I want to change my pencil case so I can save money for my mom!" The little girl said, shaking her head as she spoke, her hands behind her back like a little adult.

But Jiang Yuelin felt a pang of sadness: "Honey, Mom has enough money, you don't need to be frugal. Save the little red flower to exchange for your favorite snacks. Besides, Mom hasn't bought you any new stationery this semester, let's go make up for it today."

"Wait here in the store for a while, Mom will go call Dad."

The little girl looked at her mother worriedly through the glass door of the supermarket, silently praying that they wouldn't argue again.

The teacher said that her father was very rich, but she and her mother had never experienced that kind of wealth. Even the pocket money that her deskmate received every week was a luxury.

Even through the glass, the little girl could hear the harsh, impatient voice on the other end of the phone:

"Why are you so troublesome! Do you know I'm in a meeting? Everyone's watching me, can't you be a little more considerate? All you ever do is buy things, do you know how hard it is for me to earn this money?!"

The little girl had heard those familiar words countless times.

My father always says that my mother is a nuisance. If that's the case, why did he get married and have her?

Before long, her mother, with tears in her eyes, came and took her hand: "Okay, let's go pick out a new schoolbag and fill it with your favorite stationery, okay?"

"it is good."

The little girl didn't want to spoil the fun, so she learned arithmetic and, when choosing stationery, she deliberately picked the cheapest ones, quickly filling her schoolbag to the brim.

Even so, Mom still felt a little awkward when it came time to pay.

After leaving the supermarket, Jiang Yuelin suggested taking the bus home, and the little girl readily agreed.

She was holding her schoolbag when her mother, who had just taken two coins out of her wallet, bumped into her by a passerby.

The coin fell to the ground, stood upright, and then a gust of wind sent it rolling away in a perfectly round ball.

"Xiaoyu, wait here, and don't move!"

After checking the traffic lights, Jiang Yuelin ran across the zebra crossing.

She had already eliminated all dangers, but she still couldn't have predicted that there would be a drunk driver.

Bang.

The little girl only had time to see a car speed away, her mother lying face down on the ground, her arms folded in an eerie arc, the two coins clutched tightly in her hand, and a large patch of blood spreading from beneath her.

The bus has arrived at the station, but the passengers can never get on.

Mother--

Yan Zhuoyu woke up with a cold sweat, her right hand still clenched into a fist. Only after she realized her surroundings did she slowly relax and belatedly loosen her injured hand.

The incision had split open, and a little scarlet blood seeped through the snow-white gauze.

"Mother……"

Yan Zhuoyu curled up into a ball, trying to grasp something, but she couldn't hold onto anything, and felt empty inside.

After a while, she finally couldn't resist the temptation of Pei Weijin's words, "Contact me anytime if you need anything," and picked up the phone on the bedside table.

-

A church in Italy.

Two groups of people gathered under the sacred Jesus statue. The man with the tattooed arm stood up and was the first to extend his hand.

The man sitting opposite him also slowly stood up, wearing a dark blue shirt with a familiar striped tie.

"Pleasant to work with."

The tattooed man laughed heartily: "Of course I'm happy. The conditions offered by Mr. Pei are the best in East Asia. The Zhou family is far less generous than you, and it's clean and legal, so we don't have to bear any responsibility."

"However, I am quite puzzled as to what prompted you to change your mind and offer such a significant discount, which is quite different from your usual style of doing things?"

Pei Weijin did not respond directly, but simply unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves to his forearms, his pale skin making his black and gold watch look even more luxurious.

"Mr. Will's choice of the church as the meeting place was also unexpected."

Mr. Will shrugged and chuckled, "Safety first, you know."

"Mr. Pei, you're new here, why don't you come and have some fun with us? Young Master Zhou really likes our Italian girls. He says they're very charming and no man could resist them."

As he spoke, he winked mischievously, and his subordinates around him exchanged knowing, ambiguous smiles.

Just as Pei Weijin was about to speak, his phone rang.

He gestured for everyone to be quiet, and the man with the tattooed arm indicated that he understood.

As soon as the call connected, a woman's soft, gentle voice, like a cat's, drifted in through the night, carrying a hint of grievance. It was so alluring that it made one's ears go weak; a hundred Italian girls probably couldn't compare to her charm.

"Pei Weijin, when are you coming back? I miss you."