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

Chapter 190: Is it me who's intoxicated, or the alcohol?

Yan Zhuoyu then pretended to scold Pei Weijin a few more times, saying that he shouldn't do it again next time, while secretly thinking about how to tease him.

She remained standing against the wall, the man's hand still around her waist, shielding her from the slightly cool wall.

Pei Weijin lowered his head, staring intently into her eyes, and kept bringing up the matter of making amends.

Yan Zhuoyu blinked, as if she had just remembered to reply to him: "Oh, you mean when Angelo poured me juice and I said 'It's so sour'?"

When she mentioned Angelo, Pei Weijin's expression became complicated, staring at her with an ambiguous look.

Yan Zhuoyu crossed her arms, feeling a subtle sense of pressure from the man, but still quickly said, "Actually, it's nothing. When I said 'it's so sour,' I meant that the grape juice was so sour."

Pei Weijin released his hand from her waist, looking somewhat dejected: "So that's how it is. I was just being presumptuous, thinking my wife was concerned about me."

Hmm? This reaction isn't right.

Yan Zhuoyu quickly grabbed his hand again and placed it back on her waist, then leaned back against the wall to prevent him from letting go again.

She held Pei Weijin's hand down, observing his expression, and laughed, "I was just joking, why did you take it seriously?"

Yan Zhuoyu explained earnestly, "Grape juice is actually sweet, not sour."

The feeling she had just experienced left her wanting more.

Pei Weijin rarely drinks alcohol, except for the night he married her when Fu Zhuchen and the others got him to drink quite a bit. He has a good drinking manner, but he was worried about scaring Yan Zhuoyu or being bothered by the smell of alcohol, so he slept in the guest room instead of sleeping in the same bed with her.

Therefore, the unexpected emotion that Pei Weijin had just revealed made her feel intrigued and curious.

The feeling of losing control amidst restraint and forbearance was completely different from the feeling I had in the garage before.

Pei Weijin was worried that she would be found out if she went back later, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. He also knew that her conversation with the opposite sex was for work purposes and that it was the other party who took the initiative, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Seeing Yan Zhuoyu chatting so happily with a younger man of the opposite sex, he found it hard to feel happy, but he could only listen silently and didn't even show it very obviously.

This series of reactions, on the contrary, made Yan Zhuoyu feel sad and heartbroken.

"Okay, okay, don't keep it all bottled up inside..."

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Weijin asked her expressionlessly, his gray eyes looking at her calmly: "So, in my wife's heart, that blond guy is sweet, and I'm sour."

Yan Zhuoyu laughed in exasperation: "Is there any way you shorten sentences like that? I said grape juice is sweet, what kind of nonsense is that?"

Alright, so President Pei doesn't have any internal conflicts at all; he just couldn't openly express his jealousy during the dinner.

Now, he's been given this opportunity, and he's going to get it back with interest.

What's this called, climbing up the pole?

Clearly, someone had taken another step forward: "Does your wife prefer sour or sweet food?"

"I like you. If you're sour, I like sour; if you're sweet, I like sweet. I like you no matter what."

Yan Zhuoyu's voice was gentle and cool as she intertwined her fingers with his. After speaking, she tiptoed and kissed him: "I love you, Pei Weijin. Remember to tell me next time you're unhappy, and I'll comfort you, just like you comforted me."

Pei Weijin learned quickly: "I'm not happy right now."

Yan Zhuoyu: "...?"

Didn't she just make up with him?

It was clear that this person's intention was not to express unhappiness. In fact, the moment he saw Yan Zhuoyu, all his bad mood vanished.

Pei Weijin raised his hand, his thumb brushing against her red lips: "Wife, you've checked what perfume I'm wearing, right? Now, shouldn't we move on to the next step?"

"What's the next step?"

Yan Zhuoyu was momentarily bewildered, only feeling a tingling and slightly warm sensation wherever the man's fingers touched.

Pei Weijin kindly reminded him, "Naturally, it's about observing the lipstick color up close and gathering feedback for improvement."

Yan Zhuoyu pretended not to understand and took out a lipstick from her bag and handed it to him.

"Here it is."

Pei Weijin took the small lipstick tube, twisted out some lipstick, and used his warm fingertips to lift Yan Zhuoyu's chin.

He could see a reddish-brown, slanted eyeliner at the outer corner of the woman's eye, making her eyes appear longer, more alluring, and strikingly beautiful.

Her nose was perfectly straight, and her features were so delicate they resembled a meticulously sculpted work of art. Up close, he could even see the fine downy hairs on her face.

"Sorry, I ate the lipstick you put on earlier. Let me put it back on for you."

The man had a serious expression, and his words carried the same rigorous and ascetic air he had when he worked at the company. He dabbed lipstick on the inside of Yan Zhuoyu's lower lip.

His eyes were gentle, his movements were tender, and he cherished her very much.

Every time Yan Zhuoyu met his gaze, she would quickly look away, even though it was just applying lipstick!

She'd had male makeup artists apply lipstick and eyeshadow before, so why did her face turn red so inconsiderately when Pei Weijin did it for her?

A word that Qin Zhuyue had used to criticize Pei Weijin before involuntarily popped into her mind.

A warrior of pure love.

Yes, Pei Weijin's gaze towards her was full of love, yet without a trace of abrupt desire; it was pure and sincere.

But then someone smiled and asked, "Baby, why are you blushing?"

Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes and refused to look at him: "The wine you just drank had a high alcohol content, and you smell of alcohol on you. You also closed the window. You're a little tipsy, don't you understand?"

Pei Weijin casually asked, "Is it me who gets intoxicated, or the alcohol?"

He didn't care whether he would get a reply, put the lipstick away, and touched Yan Zhuoyu's earlobe.

"Okay, this lipstick color is pretty standard, it just looks especially good on my wife. Since you have fair skin, we can ask the R&D department to tone down the orange tones a bit, it would suit you better."

Yan Zhuoyu looked into his eyes, where a clear reflection of her own image was seen.

"Of course, I'm obsessed with you."

It seems a bit rustic...

After she finished speaking, she looked down for a moment, rummaged through her bag for a makeup mirror, and started pretending to be very busy again.

Pei Weijin chuckled, watching her bustling around, sometimes looking in the mirror, sometimes changing the subject, asking him, "It looks pretty good. Who did you apply it to before?"

He replied, "Me too, I'm a little tipsy."

For someone accustomed to the business world, a glass of white wine has little effect; what might make him intoxicated is obvious.

"I learned from watching videos before, but I only applied it to you."

Yan Zhuoyu immediately grasped the key point, and she said with a smile, "Shouldn't our busy CEO Pei only be watching national affairs and financial news? Why would he be watching these beauty videos?"

“You’re sometimes too busy with work and come home late. If I learn more about makeup and skincare, I can help you with makeup removal and skincare, saving you time so you can rest earlier. By learning this knowledge, I can also improve myself. I can’t let my wife’s eyes suffer.”

Pei Weijin, like an old-fashioned person, advised again: "Besides, you go to bed too late. A healthy routine should be to fall asleep before ten o'clock."

"A healthy body is the foundation for striving."

Yan Zhuoyu smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescent shapes. She hugged Pei Weijin's neck and kissed him again: "How can you be so good to me?"

Then, she stuffed the lipstick into the man's hand: "Then I'll reward you and let you test the effect of the body painting you've been longing for."