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

Chapter 38 Jealousy: Forbidden to Accept Business Cards from Other Men

Under this Weibo post, the fans worried that their inappropriate words might cause more misunderstandings for Zhuobao, so they simply posted the replies they had received over the years.

Every reply was taken very seriously. Yan Zhuoyu had actually read all the letters, unlike other celebrities who would just pretend to receive them and then throw them in the trash.

As the only person Pei Weijin followed on Weibo, and a special follower at that, Yan Zhuoyu naturally received the push notification for that Weibo post.

on the road.

Secretary Meng was focused on driving. While waiting at a traffic light, he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that President Pei, who was usually serious, was holding his phone and laughing at something.

He felt that his boss had become quite addicted to the internet lately.

Noticing his subordinate's gaze, Pei Weijin quickly suppressed his smile and said coldly, "What are you looking at me for? Watch where you're going."

Secretary Meng silently withdrew her gaze, silently reciting the first principle of working people: as long as the money is right, everything can be tolerated.

Pei Weijin is browsing Yan Zhuoyu's latest Weibo post.

Among the many handicrafts given by fans, his eyes were precisely fixed on a white baseball with dog tooth marks.

After all these years, she still kept it and even carefully preserved it in a box.

Pei Weijin saved the picture and then said, "Meng Yuting, contact the Huo family tomorrow and have a crystal cabinet with rose elements customized for Madam."

“Yes, Mr. Pei,” Secretary Meng replied.

Ten minutes later, the Cullinan drove into the villa area.

When Pei Weijin went upstairs, Yan Zhuoyu had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom. Her smooth black hair was wrapped in a hair drying cap, and a few drops of water still clung to her snow-white neck, hidden in her bathrobe.

Perhaps she had gotten her revenge today by taking advantage of President Pei's influence, because her words were unusually sweet: "Honey, you're back?"

"Ah."

Yan Zhuoyu was already used to his indifference and didn't take it to heart at all.

She picked up the hairdryer and went back into the bathroom. Soon, the hairdryer started humming.

Pei Weijin hung his coat on the hanger, and his gaze inadvertently fell on Yan Zhuoyu's light gray sun-protective clothing on the sofa, so he picked it up and prepared to hang it up as well.

As he picked up his sun-protective clothing, a black and gold business card accidentally slipped out of his pocket and fell to the ground.

He paused, bent down, and picked up the business card from the ground.

"Zhou Huaiye".

The name was not unfamiliar to him; it referred to the carefree eldest son of the Zhou family.

This morning, he also heard Fu Zhuchen mention the marriage alliance between the Song family and the Zhou family.

Pei Weijin didn't believe that a man like Zhou Huaiye, who walked the line between the law and was immoral, would be so kind as to ask for nothing in return, and that the marriage was only to help Song Zhiyu pay off her debts and fight the lawsuit.

Ha, he even had the audacity to slip his wife his business card.

Pei Weijin unconsciously tightened his grip on the business card, leaving several obvious white creases on the black and gold surface.

He didn't come to his senses until the buzzing from the bathroom suddenly stopped.

"Pei Weijin?"

Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the door, a smile playing on her lips, watching him with amusement. "What is President Pei doing?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to rummage through your things. I was just trying to hang my coat on the hanger, and this business card fell out by itself."

Pei Weijin suppressed the urge to crumple the business card and throw it in the trash, and said as calmly as possible, "I'll put it back for you."

"Throw it away."

Yan Zhuoyu pursed her lips and chuckled to herself. She had come out at just the right time. She never expected that someone like President Pei would be jealous.

She must be jealous, otherwise she wouldn't be clenching her teeth when she speaks.

Pei Weijin pretended not to care and said casually, "Why throw it away? It's better to keep it. More connections mean more opportunities. Zhou Huaiye has even given you his business card. It's such a waste to throw it away."

He pretended to shove the business card back, thinking that Yan Zhuoyu would definitely stop him, but she just sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with a smile.

It seems like I agree with what he said.

Pei Weijin snorted coldly, threw the business card into the trash can, and then took out another business card from his wallet and handed it to Yan Zhuoyu.

“Mrs. Pei, I need to remind you that your marriage partner can offer you far more than Zhou Huaiye can. If you encounter any problems, you can ask me for help, but don’t blindly trust other men outside.”

"Furthermore, the prenuptial agreement states..."

Before Pei Weijin could finish speaking, Yan Zhuoyu naturally picked up where he left off: "You must be loyal to your partner, have no ulterior motives, and absolutely not keep a gigolo."

She flicked the business card in front of her with her finger and blinked innocently: "But Zhou Huaiye isn't a gigolo."

Pei Weijin narrowed his eyes dangerously, his expression serious as he spoke slowly and deliberately, enunciating each word: "Yan, Zhuo, Yu".

Just as he was about to teach this disobedient person a lesson, Yan Zhuoyu suddenly grabbed his tie.

Pei Weijin was forced to bend over, one knee resting on the edge of the bed. Within inches of him, he was assaulted by the light fragrance of the woman's shower gel.

He sensed a subtle difference: "You used my shower gel?"

"Is that not allowed?" Yan Zhuoyu's eyes were watery as she said reproachfully, "President Pei is so stingy."

She raised her red lips, bit the business card, and looked at Pei Weijin with an inviting gaze that was not vulgar.

Pei Weijin frowned, his hand unconsciously loosening its grip on the business card, and solemnly said, "I'm not stingy."

Yan Zhuoyu, like a fox spirit, rubbed against him with her leg: "President Pei didn't tell me the consequences of picking up a random man last time. Why don't you tell me yourself so I don't forget?"

Before she could finish speaking, she was pushed onto the bed, and her business card fell onto the bed as well.

Her sensitive earlobe was gently caressed by the hot breath, burning her so much that she flinched and tried to escape, but was firmly held in his arms. Yan Zhuoyu's hands were on the man's arms, her voice trembling, it was hard to tell whether it was a deliberate provocation or an unintentional defense.

"Zhou Huaiye's business card..."

She meant that the business card was originally thrown away by her agent, but she didn't know why it ended up in her clothes again.

Pei Weijin didn't want to hear another man's name at this moment. He stood by the bed, his back to Yan Zhuoyu, and fumbled for his business card, using his fingers to pry open Yan Zhuoyu's teeth.

"Bite down."

"I will keep my promise and help Mrs. Pei hone her acting skills."

……

Mr. Pei worked overtime until 8 p.m. When he got home, he didn't even eat dinner before fulfilling his responsibilities as a husband, diligently helping Mrs. Pei hone her acting skills for four hours.

The next day, when Yan Zhuoyu got up, President Pei, the workaholic, had already gotten up and gone to work.

Only one text message from Pei Weijin remained on the phone.

I'm going to Italy on a business trip. I have some things to take care of. Contact me anytime if you need anything. Don't accept business cards from random men anymore.