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

Chapter 111 It's not the first time we've met.

The autumn night was quiet, a gentle breeze carried the coolness of early autumn, and the moonlight reflected on the water, creating dappled silver shimmer.

Pei Weijin wrapped a bath towel around Yan Zhuoyu's body, like wrapping a rice dumpling, making sure it was completely sealed.

He held Yan Zhuoyu in his arms, her eyes half-closed, revealing only her pink face. She was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers.

A strand of hair fell across Yan Zhuoyu's forehead, and she snuggled against Pei Weijin, brushing the hair aside. Her voice was languid, tinged with a satisfied weariness: "How many times is this? Have all the debts been paid off?"

Pei Weijin chuckled, carried her into the hall, and locked the door behind him.

They were so close they could clearly feel each other's every breath. Pei Weijin's words carried a faint smile as he glanced at her with a teasing look.

“Zero times. Xiao Pei was just doing her best to serve Miss Yan. She didn’t do anything else. It doesn’t count as even once.”

Yan Zhuoyu looked at his lips, which were more vibrant than usual, as if he had overused them. His originally handsome face now had an indescribable wildness about it.

Her ears turned red as she recalled what had just happened.

It was indeed only Pei Weijin serving her unilaterally; although he was inexperienced, it offered a unique tactile experience.

Yan Zhuoyu slowly gave an "oh," tightened the bath towel, and buried her chin in the soft fabric.

It was a perfect understanding between husband and wife; she was also good at playing dumb: "What, it's reset? Okay."

Pei Weijin smiled without saying anything, and did not correct her at this moment.

In short, there is a long way to go.

He lowered his head, kissed Yan Zhuoyu's forehead, and carried her upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower.

When Yan Zhuoyu had the house renovated, she also purchased new household items, including Pei Weijin's clothes.

Therefore, there are also quite a few men's clothes in the wardrobe, mostly simple-designed loungewear, prioritizing comfort.

After changing her clothes, she lay on the bed playing on her phone. When she saw Pei Weijin come out after taking a shower, she casually pointed to the wardrobe and said, "The underwear is in the drawer under the right-hand cabinet."

Pei Weijin had a bath towel casually wrapped around his waist, his hair was still wet with water droplets, and his waist and abdomen were still damp.

Following Yan Zhuoyu's instructions, he opened the right-hand wardrobe. Before he could find the drawer she had mentioned, he saw a familiar yet gaudy mascot costume.

Yes, it should be a mascot costume.

A large, bright red rose, though called a rose, is more like a seductive flower, with a pair of cool sunglasses on its stamen. Overall, it's adorably ugly, like a remnant of a "trend" from a certain era.

Suddenly remembering something, Yan Zhuoyu threw her phone aside, ignoring the discomfort between her legs, and hopped over to Pei Weijin, hurriedly closing the wardrobe door.

Damn! Her embarrassing middle school past!

Yan Zhuoyu stood guard in front of the wardrobe, glaring at Pei Weijin with a hint of warning in her eyes: "You say you didn't see anything!"

Pei Weijin chuckled and pinched her puffed-out cheeks: "It's not like it's the first time we've met."

"Have you seen it before?"

Yan Zhuoyu stopped guarding the wardrobe and pressed, "When was that? I don't remember?"

She stepped aside, and Pei Weijin easily found the drawer, took out a pair of black shorts with letter trim, and prepared to change into them.

Pei Weijin recalled, "It was probably during junior high school, on Children's Day. Your school held a party to welcome entrepreneurs. My third uncle and I went, and that's when we saw you."

"I remember your class performed 'The Rose and the Hedgehog,' right? You were wearing this mascot costume, squatting in the corner of the stage, looking like a withdrawn rose. You were so cute."

The more he spoke, the redder Yan Zhuoyu's face became.

She remembers this embarrassing incident very clearly. The mascot costume was stuffy and hot. At first, she was quite serious, but later her expression became lifeless and half-dead. The teacher even took a picture and posted it in the class group, and from then on, she had the nickname "Big Flower".

Yan Zhuoyu pulled the two of them down onto the bed.

This bed was the same one Jiang Yuelin bought back then. It's made of natural wood, but the bedding set has been changed to a light pink one, which makes Pei Weijin, who is dressed in all black, look a bit softer.

Yan Zhuoyu finally had time to interrogate her: "So, you recognized me back then, why didn't you come looking for me?"

Pei Weijin explained, "At that time, I had just returned to the Pei family, and everything was inconvenient. My third uncle took me to the school that time, and Pei Ruolin was with me. We didn't stay long before the school leaders took us on a tour."

Yan Zhuoyu turned down the air conditioner temperature, huddled under the covers, and continued:

"Okay, actually I haven't acted much since then, just that one time. My dad was furious when he saw the photo, saying that seeing me reminded him of my mom, and that I looked like an idiot. He told the teachers in the parents' group not to make any more random arrangements for his daughter, and to stop meddling."

Pei Weijin stroked her soft, long hair as she recounted her past.

Yan Zhuoyu pointed to the baseball bats on the shelf and laughed, "Look, these are the ones we used to play with when we were kids."

"Yes, I remember, back then you never hit the baseball, and you always had to use your short legs to pick it up."

Yan Zhuoyu pretended to be angry and pinched him: "That was when we were kids! I'm a pro now, I can catch and serve the ball with ease."

"Okay, let's go have some fun sometime. I still have some annual leave left..."

Yan Zhuoyu touched his fingers, playing with them like toys, and told him the origin of each object in the room.

Before long, she clung to Pei Weijin's arm, her voice growing softer and softer as she spoke with her eyes closed.

Pei Weijin quietly turned off the bedroom light and gently kissed her cheek: "Goodnight, little rose."

Those three short words drifted into Yan Zhuoyu's hazy dream.

In her dream, that silly flower-shaped stool squatting in the corner popped up again.

Yan Zhuoyu pressed her leg against Pei Weijin, mumbling sleepily, "Don't laugh at me..."

"No, it's really beautiful. It's just that Yan Shuting has no taste."

Pei Weijin's voice was gentle, without any of the coldness he usually showed at the company.

If the people in the company knew that he usually speaks like this at home, and that he's very sparing with his words, the employee group chat would be filled with the chirping of crickets.

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Yan Zhuoyu already has a high success rate in taking photos. On the day of the photoshoot, the sun was shining brightly, and her features were even more charming and beautiful under the light and shadow. She sent the photos and captions to Qiao Xinyun for review in the morning.

After confirming that everything was correct, Yan Zhuoyu chose an auspicious time to post the Weibo message.

That afternoon, she personally drove Pei Weijin to the company.

With the conclusion of the hit drama "Spring Rain Love", coupled with her recent continuous advertising endorsements, strong promotion from brands, and frequent appearances on the red carpet, Yan Zhuoyu's Weibo followers have exceeded eight million.

Although she has a large fan base, she lacks a truly representative work, and most fans are still attracted by her looks, with daily interactions not as enthusiastic as expected.

Nevertheless, Yan Zhuoyu is quite well-known in the industry, and it shouldn't be difficult for her to get over 10,000 likes and comments on a single Weibo post.

However, the release was met with an unexpected lukewarm reception.

When Yan Zhuoyu returned from the horse farm in the afternoon, she was excitedly preparing to reply to her fans' comments.

There were only a few hundred comments in the comment section.

She stared blankly at her phone screen: "Wow... I haven't even become a big star yet, and I'm already past my prime?"