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

Chapter 61 Love is about finding your own lack

A black Hongqi car was parked in front of the villa. The Dunhuang-style lacquer on the hood shimmered in the afterglow, reflecting a magnificent luster. The moment the engine was turned off, a red car emblem popped out from the front.

"Mr. Pei, we've arrived."

Meng Yuting cautiously reminded him, her face grim, unsure what offensive things her boss had seen on the internet.

Take the internet as an example of how it can harm people. A young woman in the finance department developed breast nodules after browsing online posts.

Pei Weijin's phone screen was playing the second question asked by the audience.

The screen was filled with comments expressing curiosity about the lead actors' criteria for choosing a partner, especially Yan Zhuoyu, who had just rejected Xu Guinan. They were extremely curious about what the ideal type of this rising star was.

The first to answer was Tong Xiaojing. She debuted relatively early and casually mentioned a few common requirements before easily moving on.

The lead actors answered one by one until the topic was brought up to Yan Zhuoyu.

Pei Weijin suddenly turned the volume down to the lowest setting and swiped several times from the bottom of the screen before exiting the live stream.

He recalled the casual conversation that afternoon. Although he didn't care about other people's opinions, he knew that his personality had never been very likable since childhood.

Stiff, dull, lacking in romance, and with no zest for life, he certainly doesn't meet any of Yan Zhuoyu's criteria for a partner.

Pei Weijin was eager to know Yan Zhuoyu's answer, but he was also afraid.

If it's like the actress mentioned earlier, just giving a casual answer is fine, but what if it's something you truly feel?

He might be able to try to move in that direction.

But if her standards are based on a specific person, should he let go and give her the freedom to choose?

Meng Yuting sat quietly in the driver's seat, while President Pei showed no intention of getting out of the car.

The car was very cool. Staying in a comfortable air-conditioned room for a long time can reduce a person's sensitivity to temperature. Suddenly stepping out of the room, you will only feel that the outside temperature is extremely hot.

Pei Weijin looked down and touched the black and gold watch on his wrist, then suddenly asked his top secretary beside him, "What do you think of me?"

Meng Yuting was taken aback, then unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to look back.

President Pei leaned back in the back seat with an indifferent expression. His face was handsome and refined. A wedding ring was worn on his long, white ring finger. He was usually as decisive as a victorious general, but at this moment his eyes showed a hint of hesitation or confusion.

How can this be.

Meng Yuting answered almost subconsciously, "President Pei, you are naturally impeccable."

Pei Weijin frowned slightly: "No one is perfect. Don't make me question your analytical abilities."

"If I were your husband, do you think I would be the kind of person you would like?"

Meng Yuting dared not believe it; his hands and legs went weak, and he trembled as he said, "President Pei, you mustn't, you mustn't! I'm the only son in my family..."

A moment of silence fell over the car as Pei Weijin calmly gazed at Meng Yuting.

Meng Yuting coughed lightly, touched his nose, and collected his thoughts: "President Pei, from an employee's perspective, you are indeed impeccable. The company offers excellent benefits, values ​​employee suggestions highly, and never rejects leave requests."

"You also said that there are always some things more worthwhile than work, such as some performances, so the employees in the company also like you very much."

Pei Weijin's palms were slightly damp as he held the phone, but the specially customized high-performance phone was well-designed and never got hot.

He nodded slightly, signaling the other party to continue. He had acquired Liteng Film & Television, and Yan Zhuoyu was one of his "employees".

Meng Yuting boldly continued to speculate: "As for being a husband, you are highly regarded by the outside world. Many women feel that you are very suitable as a marriage partner. You are loyal, wealthy, do not smoke or drink, do not fight or swear, and are very cultured. Therefore, I think you are impeccable as a husband."

Pei Weijin shook her head in disdain: "Those are just the basic requirements of ordinary people, not special advantages of a husband."

Meng Yuting muttered to himself, "Just the fact that he's so rich is something that not many people can match."

Help! He really wants to get off work!

Silence fell again in the car. Pei Weijin remained silent, and Secretary Meng, as a subordinate, was even less likely to initiate a conversation.

Five minutes passed until the numbers on the electronic display started to change.

A familiar, indifferent voice came from behind: "Do you think Miss Yan likes me?"

This time, Meng Yuting finally understood that his invincible CEO Pei was actually troubled by love. How terrifying!

“President Pei, I cannot answer this question for Miss Yan. I think you should ask her directly.”

Through the rearview mirror inside the car, you can see President Pei deep in thought.

Meng Yuting had no idea what Pei Weijin was thinking. All he knew was that his boss had suddenly taken off his Bluetooth headset, his expression inscrutable, and it looked like someone was about to be in trouble.

Pei Weijin understood and slowly said, "The Liteng Film and Television Company that I just acquired has been handed over to Fu Zhuchen for management. There is an actress in the company named Yan Zhuoyu who is currently in the rising stage of her career."

Secretary Meng: "..."

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. If someone suddenly says something out of the blue, how should he respond? Just agree.

Those who obey their wives prosper, those who defy their wives perish!

"Yes, Mr. Pei, Miss Yan is indeed very promising and will surely shine in the entertainment industry in the future."

"You have excellent taste."

Pei Weijin nodded in satisfaction, handed his phone to Meng Yuting, and said, "Someone is using Liteng's employees for publicity. Go and investigate this person to make sure they don't affect the company's normal operations. Currently, the most promising actress in this small company is Yan Zhuoyu; she is the company's future. You know how to deal with people who affect the company's future."

Meng Yuting took the phone and replied efficiently, "Yes, President Pei, I will handle it immediately."

He opened the back door and quietly hinted, "What about the overtime pay..."

Before getting out of the car, Pei Weijin casually straightened his tie: "Secretary Meng not only works overtime, but also manages another company on the side. Her overtime pay is four times the normal rate, paid from my personal account."

Meng Yuting was inwardly delighted, but maintained a very composed demeanor as he said, "Okay, President Pei, I wish you a pleasant and relaxing evening."

In the spacious and quiet living room, the man changed into comfortable home clothes, shedding his sharp edge, and sat in the rocking chair that Yan Zhuoyu usually loved to sit in.

The phone screen displays a replay of the live stream titled "What do you want to see? You decide!" with a large pause symbol in the middle.

The soft blanket on the rocking chair is carefully maintained every day, yet it still retains a faint, delicate fragrance of preserved plums.

With a light touch of a slender fingertip, the sound and picture are restarted.

The mist may conceal monsters wielding sharp blades, but it may also harbor thorny roses.