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

Chapter 4 It's all President Pei's fault for being too indulgent last night.

Yan Zhuoyu was protected behind a tall and handsome man. When she looked up, she could only see the man's superior jawline.

It was her cheap husband, Pei Weijin.

Pei Weijin wore a bespoke suit in classic black and white, which made him appear more noble than others. His features were deep and wild, but his light gray eyes were as indifferent as glacial snow, giving him an air of purity and detachment, making him seem unapproachable.

As if noticing Yan Zhuoyu's gaze, he turned slightly, his eyes falling on her reddened eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, and then he raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face.

"Don't cry, I'm here."

Yan Zhuoyu was slightly taken aback, her gaze involuntarily drawn to the black and gold wristwatch.

This seems to be a gift she bought for him casually last week. Pei Weijin has so many expensive watches, why did he choose to wear this one?

His hand, adorned with a wristwatch, gradually moved down to interlock his fingers with hers, exuding both strength and a sense of security.

From the moment Pei Weijin appeared, Secretary Meng had already begun clearing the area inside Ya Yun Xuan.

Those who were originally watching the play were all filled with fear and unease.

"Why would President Pei suddenly come here?"

"My God, that guy offended President Pei, he's probably in big trouble."

"What's going on? I've never heard of the Pei family member being married, and he's never had any scandals over the years. What's his relationship with this woman?"

"That woman looks like Yan Zhuoyu, the very popular celebrity right now!"

Someone recognized Yan Zhuoyu and immediately got excited, taking out their phone to take a picture. This was big news, and it would definitely go viral if it was posted!

Secretary Meng, with her keen eyesight, politely and courteously had the bodyguard take away the phone of the person who was taking pictures.

"I apologize, this involves Mr. Pei's private schedule. Please delete the photos and videos. Pei's legal team has always had zero tolerance for any invasion of privacy."

The elegant pavilion quickly returned to quiet. Director Wang, who had been extremely arrogant just moments before, was now covered in sweat. Under the immense pressure, he was almost hunched over with a forced smile: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that Miss Yan's backer was you."

"I am so sorry, I am so sorry. Please forgive me, Mr. Pei, for not recognizing your true character."

Pei Weijin's long, strong hands rested casually on Yan Zhuoyu's waist, making her waist appear even more slender and delicate.

"Not a sugar daddy, but a lover."

His voice was calm and unhurried, devoid of any emotion, yet it made Director Wang's face turn even paler.

Director Wang's legs buckled and he knelt on the ground, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace.

Lover, husband...

Why was he so unlucky? He thought he was just a nobody with no background, someone to mess around with, but he ended up getting involved with President Pei's wife.

"President Pei, I'm so sorry, so sorry. I was blind, I..."

Pei Weijin's patience was running out, and his voice grew even colder: "Don't make me repeat myself."

Director Wang's eyes were momentarily confused, but he quickly remembered what President Pei had just said.

He repeated, trembling and mumbling, "You're asking for it... I'll make you beg for mercy today."

Yan Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow, wondering why all the key words had been omitted.

President Pei is going to back her up; it would be foolish not to take advantage of such a good deal.

She took Pei Weijin's arm, blinked, and complained with a wronged expression, "Honey, look at him!"

The moment that affected, pretentious voice came out, even the sweet and cloying Yan Zhuoyu herself shuddered.

Pei Weijin glanced at her. The young girl was quite adept at seizing opportunities; this time, calling him "husband" sounded much more sincere than last night.

He didn't say anything, but simply asked Secretary Meng to call the bodyguards over.

“If you keep watching him, this man is too shameless. Wait until he kneels down and slaps himself to his senses, and can repeat those words completely, then you can ask him to leave.”

"Furthermore, all cooperation with Galaxy Entertainment is hereby cancelled. Any subsequent cooperation with them will be considered an enemy of the Pei Group."

Secretary Meng quickly agreed and began processing the request.

Director Wang knelt on the ground, his face ashen. How could he dare to utter the complete sentence?

When Yan Zhuoyu was led into the private room, she could still hear the crisp sound of slaps and the wailing of pleas for mercy from outside.

She pursed her lips and chuckled to herself, secretly pleased with herself.

Looking up again, she met Pei Weijin's gaze.

Yan Zhuoyu cleared her throat and asked, "Didn't you say you were in a meeting?"

Pei Weijin glanced at her and subtly adjusted the black and gold watch on his wrist. "It is a husband's duty to soothe his wife's emotions."

"Huh?" Yan Zhuoyu didn't quite understand.

Secretary Meng received the look and quickly explained, "Madam, President Pei heard that you were in a bad mood, so he specially postponed the meeting to come and see you."

Pei Weijin chuckled softly, looking at him with an ambiguous expression.

"When did you become so talkative?"

Secretary Meng sighed silently to herself. "Workers are driven by their work ethic. President Pei is the real superior. I'll endure it for the sake of the year-end bonus."

Aside from being in bed, Yan Zhuoyu didn't have much contact with him, so naturally they didn't have much to talk about.

Pei Weijin was never a talkative person, and an eerie silence fell over the private room.

After a while, Yan Zhuoyu became restless, wondering why Pei Weijin kept looking at her, as if he was asking for praise.

But she quickly dismissed the idea.

A business tycoon, ruthless and decisive, how could she act so childishly? It must be her imagination.

Just as he was about to get up and find an excuse to leave, Pei Weijin gave Secretary Meng another light glare.

Meng Yuting immediately understood and quickly said, "Madam, President Pei has a sensitive stomach and left in a hurry this morning without having breakfast. Would you be willing to have a meal with me?"

"Didn't have breakfast?"

Yan Zhuoyu was surprised. Pei Weijin was always self-disciplined and had a very precise grasp of time. Why would he leave in such a hurry and not even eat?

Just as she was about to ask, her gaze fell on the light red tooth mark on Pei Weijin's tiger's mouth, and she silently withdrew her question.

Pei Weijin said coolly, "I remember now."

Yan Zhuoyu coughed lightly, feeling guilty, and pushed the menu on the table in front of him.

"It's just having a meal with my husband, it's only right."

How could she not accompany him? It was all because she was still half asleep this morning and used Pei Weijin's arm as a pillow, refusing to let go, which caused the delay.

Yan Zhuoyu frowned slightly, then became assertive again.

If Pei Weijin hadn't been so indulgent last night, she wouldn't have stayed in bed this morning!

"It's all your fault!"

Pei Weijin paused in his flipping through the menu, looking at her with a half-smile: "What's it to blame me for?"