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

Chapter 75 Remember, your wife's safety is above all else, including mine.

Pei Weijin gripped the teacup lightly, his fingers tightening slightly, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Fu Zhuchen's mood brightened again, and she pointed at him and laughed: "Ha, old man, I've told you before, spend more time surfing the internet. Doesn't your wife find you boring?"

"Do you think I'm boring?"

Pei Weijin's expression remained unchanged, his eyelids slightly lowered, and his voice was calm and indifferent: "Meng Yuting, see the guest out."

"Hey, hey, don't do that! I've worked so hard to manage your company for so many days. Even if I haven't done anything outstanding, I've still put in a lot of effort, right?"

Secretary Meng came in from outside, walked up to Fu Zhuchen, and smiled as she gestured for him to enter: "President Fu, please."

Fu Zhuchen blinked, a wicked idea popping into his head. He tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Wait a minute, don't rush, I'll explain what you meant by that sentence."

Pei Weijin finally looked up and nodded slightly. Secretary Meng then went back to work.

Fu Zhuchen suppressed his smile and explained seriously, "So, you mean I'm also a witness to your loving relationship?"

He spoke half-jokingly, while quietly observing Pei Weijin.

Pei Weijin did not suspect him, but seemed to be thinking about something.

After a few seconds, he nodded in affirmation and put his knowledge to use: "I see, you are indeed part of our play."

Fu Zhuchen pursed her lips, bit her tongue, and chuckled twice before quickly suppressing her laughter. She picked up her phone and waved it at Pei Weijin: "Didn't you tell me to post this on Weibo?"

"Come here, let me take some nice photos of you. You'll be even more handsome than the male models in fashion magazines. I guarantee your wife will be amazed."

Pei Weijin posed cooperatively.

After taking the photo, Fu Zhuchen quickly edited it and casually asked, "Any requirements for the caption? My great and respected President Pei?"

"random."

Fu Zhuchen nodded and casually typed two words and added an emoji before posting it on Weibo, fully expressing his dissatisfaction.

Fu Zhuchen: Hehe [smile]

President Pei, who was diligently replying to each of the well wishes posted on WeChat Moments, was completely unaware of this.

The two then discussed Liteng Film and Television's operational strategy in more depth. After seeing Fu Zhuchen off, Secretary Meng came in with a stack of documents.

"President Pei, this is the man you asked me to investigate last time. His name is Chen Tianming."

"He is 29 years old, an Italian student, and currently works as a bank credit card salesperson. His appearance outside the lady's apartment that day was purely accidental."

“We had people follow Chen Tianming for several days, but we didn’t find anything unusual. The property management reported that Chen Tianming had inquired about the price of apartments on the eighth floor and expressed interest in buying them, so he probably really went to the wrong place…”

Secretary Meng spoke at a moderate pace, and her report was both comprehensive and accurate.

Pei Weijin leaned back casually in his chair, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of the document.

It seems there's no problem; everything is reasonable.

Secretary Meng asked, "Given the inconvenient transportation in the Xin Nanshan area and the ease with which it can be discovered, have you considered reducing the number of bodyguards around Madam to ease their burden?"

Pei Weijin threw the documents into the shredder: "Do you think I'm short of money for their travel expenses?"

"Remember, your wife's safety is paramount, including mine."

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Around 2 p.m. is the hottest time of day.

Several brand-new black minivans struggled along the winding mountain road, their bodies gradually covered in dust and losing their original luster.

One of the cars slowly rolled down half of its window, revealing a woman's listless face; her usually full and rosy lips looked rather pale.

For convenience, Yan Zhuoyu wore a black T-shirt and cargo shorts. She took a few breaths of fresh air before closing the car window again.

"Drink some water."

Qiao Xinyun unscrewed the thermos she carried with her; it contained refreshing plum soup, which she had prepared early that morning.

As soon as the lid was opened, a refreshing and sweet aroma wafted out, making the air inside the car much fresher.

The plum soup was at room temperature and slightly sour, which not only refreshed her but also suppressed her nausea and vomiting.

Yan Zhuoyu took a few sips and put the drink down: "As expected of my most considerate maid, raise her salary, raise her salary tomorrow!"

"Alright, stop joking with me."

Qiao Xinyun smiled and poked Yan Zhuoyu's head: "The driver said we'll be there in about ten minutes, wake up."

Yan Zhuoyu rubbed her temples and yawned: "That's strange, I never get carsick before, I didn't expect to get carsick as soon as I arrived."

"It's probably because the climate here is more humid and stuffy than in the city, and with the bumpy mountain roads, it's normal to get carsick."

Qiao Xinyun picked up her phone to check the weather forecast, her brows furrowing slightly before relaxing.

"Tomorrow is the beginning of autumn, and they say it will rain. Check if it's showing up on your end. If it rains, it should cool things down a lot."

Yan Zhuoyu was about to check her weather app when she received a message from Pei's mother, Lin Qinglan.

She sent a huge transfer and a detailed list of jewelry for auction, the recipient being Yan Zhuoyu.

[Pei Weijin's mother: Xiao Yan, I saw Ajin's post on WeChat Moments. I'm so happy that you and your husband are so loving and harmonious. But as an elder, I know that it's not easy for you actors to film, so I sent you a small red envelope and bought you some small accessories. I don't know if they suit the tastes of you young people...]

Lin Qinglan sent a long string of messages, starting with greetings from elders and then turning into inquiries about gossip in the entertainment industry.

To prevent Yan Zhuoyu from feeling embarrassed to accept the payment, she even transferred the money directly into her bank account.

Qiao Xinyun had intended to come over to check the weather, but she was surprised to see this scene and exclaimed in a daze, "Wow, so many zeros!"

yuan.

Not to mention the pile of glittering jewels. The golden phoenix crown mentioned earlier in Yunwan Garden was not just a pie in the sky; it had already been meticulously crafted by artisans.

The golden phoenix on the crown is poised to take flight, its emerald feathers gently unfurling, all woven with fine gold threads, making it lifelike. Its exquisite craftsmanship far surpasses the material itself.

Dazzled by the gold, Yan Zhuoyu sincerely thanked Lin Qinglan.

At the same time, he didn't forget to ponder the words "Ah Jin's WeChat Moments".

Under Qiao Xinyun's watchful eye, she followed the clues and investigated further.

After just one glance, Qiao Xinyun next to her covered her face and tried not to laugh.

She couldn't help but laugh, not just because of the nickname her own artist had given to President Pei.

Furthermore, this seemingly aloof and unsmiling CEO Pei, bearing the title of "the woman who won the Best Actress award," used strange sentences to reply to each of the people who sent blessings on his WeChat Moments.

"Uh……"

Yan Zhuoyu's expression remained equally blank.

Those who have access to President Pei's private WeChat account are mostly his relatives and friends, and most of them know that Pei Weijin is married.

Lin Qinglan was the first to like and comment.

[Pei Weijin's mother: Xiao Yan has good taste; a man needs to dress up more to keep his wife.]

The actress's boyfriend replied: "Thank you, you're also part of our play [smile]."

……

After that, every friend who sent their blessings received Pei Weijin's reply.