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

Chapter 65 The one-size-fits-all you bought is a bit tight for me.

After the live broadcast ended, the director of the production team wanted to invite them to dinner, but Yan Zhuoyu wasn't interested and had her assistant drive them home.

After getting out of the car, Qiao Xinyun waved her phone and said with a smile, "I just received a message from Teacher Yu Xi. One of her students is preparing a short film focusing on realistic themes and rural life, probably aiming for next year's Hundred Flowers Awards. However, the filming location is in a remote mountainous area, so conditions will be quite tough this season. She asked if you would be interested in playing the female lead."

"I've already sent the script to your email. At first glance, the plot seems quite profound and suits the judges' tastes perfectly. It might even help you win your first Best Actress award. This is an excellent foundation for your audition for 'Sword Chant' and your future acting career. Remember to take a good look at it tonight and give me your reply as soon as possible."

On the way back to the villa.

The female bodyguard focused on driving; she was usually quiet and reserved, unless Yan Zhuoyu initiated a conversation.

Yan Zhuoyu was still thinking about Xu Guinan, so she said, "Could you please send me a copy of today's work video?"

“No problem, Miss Yan.” She readily agreed, and considerately asked, “Would you like me to prepare the afternoon's portion separately for you?”

Yan Zhuoyu asked half-jokingly, "There won't be any extra charge for this, will there?"

The female bodyguard gently applied the brakes, politely letting the pedestrians cross first, while laughing heartily, "Of course not, the fee Mr. Pei paid us wasn't just for protecting your personal safety."

"Okay~"

Yan Zhuoyu didn't say anything more, and her expression seemed quite comfortable. Although the man in her family was a spendthrift, at least the money was spent on her.

She took out the same pair of blue light blocking glasses as someone else from her bag and put them on.

Instead of just sitting in the car waiting to get home and read the script, I might as well make good use of this free time on the bus.

If she wants to win the Best Actress award in the future, she must shift her focus as soon as possible and delve deeper into the film industry.

The drama is called "The Other Side of the Mountain". It tells the story of a college student who is trafficked to a remote mountain village by an acquaintance. With his wisdom and courage, he not only saves himself but also helps other trafficked women. In the end, he raises social awareness of the problem of left-behind children and drives the revitalization of the village.

It's a very standard film. Apart from the poor filming conditions, Yan Zhuoyu seemed to have no reason to refuse it, not to mention that more people would pay attention to similar events after the film's release.

Yan Zhuoyu closed the reader and replied to Qiao Xinyun: "Tell Teacher Yu Xi that I accepted the role. I am very grateful for her trust in me."

The female bodyguard parked the car steadily in front of the villa at exactly 8:30 p.m.

The room was quiet, with a lamp left on in the hall, making it bright and warm. Yan Zhuoyu casually hung her bag on the rack, changed into comfortable slippers, and called out, "Pei Weijin?"

No one responded.

She inexplicably felt like a domineering CEO who had come home after a long day at work, looking for her sweet little husband.

"Cough cough."

Yan Zhuoyu touched her nose, quickly banishing this unrealistic thought from her mind.

How could she possibly have such designs on President Pei!

The lights on the second floor suddenly came on, and Pei Weijin, holding a pair of couple's toothbrushes, stood at the top of the stairs looking at her: "You're back?"

Yan Zhuoyu nodded, and after going up the stairs, she immediately saw the toothbrush cup in his hand.

"Isn't this the pair I picked out at the mall? I remember packing them into big boxes when I moved, with all sorts of random stuff inside. How did you find them?"

Although President Pei wasn't wearing his little husband's silk bathrobe, his bamboo-green home clothes still made him look very much like a married man.

A hint of weariness lingered in her light gray eyes, but her words were completely at odds with her aristocratic appearance: "Your things have all been packed and arranged in the second bedroom. I had the housekeeper decorate it according to the style of your apartment. When I'm away on business, if you find the room too empty, you can sleep in the next room, or you can decorate the master bedroom to your liking."

Yan Zhuoyu was dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, her fluffy black curly hair tied into a high ponytail. She looked youthful and beautiful, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Zhuoye, you're unusually talkative today.

"No need for that. I don't want to inhale formaldehyde if I'm redecorating the master bedroom."

She opened her fair palm and lightly hooked her fingertip: "Honey, let me see your bank account statement."

"it is good."

Pei Weijin didn't ask why, and very proactively opened the mobile banking app, even seeming a little impatient.

Checking up on someone means they care about you.

He is very happy to be checked up on, and even if his wife doesn't check up on him, he will take the initiative to report it.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just taking a look to see if you've been using our joint marital property to support a mistress behind my back."

Yan Zhuoyu's profile was delicate and petite, cool and alluring. She had just returned from a busy day outside, her voice carrying a touch of the languid and seductive charm unique to the night. Her fingers casually swiped across the screen a few times.

Mr. Pei's total expenditure today was [amount] yuan.

All of it was spent on live stream tips.

Yan Zhuoyu returned the phone to Pei Weijin, not intending to expose his identity directly. She wanted to see what other shocking things Zhuoye would say behind his back, besides the term "die-hard fan".

"There's also a work-only cell phone in the study. Would you like to check that too?"

Pei Weijin handed her a toothbrush cup with a Chibi Maruko-chan pattern: "The bath water is ready. The manufacturer has delivered the newly formulated shower gel and essential oils. You can check your phone while you take a bath."

"And these toothbrush cups you bought, although I don't know if one of them is for me, I've already started using the blue one. I'm so sorry, I hope you don't mind?"

Despite this, he showed no remorse whatsoever, and even showed her the watermarks on the cup to indicate that he had indeed used it.

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled lightly, teasing him on purpose: "It wasn't bought for you."

It was obvious to the naked eye that President Pei's face darkened.

"That's weird."

In an instant, Pei Weijin's eyes revealed a clear smile; she really was easy to coax.

Yan Zhuoyu picked up two toothbrush cups and prepared to go into the bathroom, casually saying, "I'll use them later. I'm in a hurry to get home tonight, and I didn't even go to the director's dinner party. I'll eat something to fill my stomach after I shower before brushing my teeth."

She suddenly stopped, turned back with a smile, and added, "Oh, right, I also bought two pairs of men's underwear, thinking you might come to the apartment to sit for a while. It wasn't convenient in the garage last time, and I haven't had a chance since. Have you seen them?"

Pei Weijin descended a few steps, his flawless hand casually resting on the handrail. His voice rose slightly at the end, and he spoke clearly, "The one-size-fits-all you bought is a bit tight for me."

Yan Zhuoyu stared at him with an indescribable look in her eyes: "You actually tried it?"

"It's already dried."