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

Chapter 32 What does it mean to rub your leg against me in the middle of the night instead of sleepi

At one o'clock in the morning, Yan Zhuoyu sank into the soft bed, but she couldn't fall asleep and kept tossing and turning. Her sensitive nerves were still trembling slightly from the stimulation she had just experienced.

She lay on her side, looking at Pei Weijin who was already sleeping soundly, and felt inexplicably resentful. Why could this person fall asleep as soon as he hit the bed?

Yan Zhuoyu lifted her leg and nudged him, but unexpectedly her leg was tightly grasped by a warm hand.

She spoke first, accusingly saying, "What are you doing!"

"I also want to ask Mrs. Pei what she meant by rubbing her leg against me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping."

Pei Weijin coldly opened his eyes and looked up at her, his hand that was wrapped around her calf slowly reaching upwards.

"Aren't you still not satisfied?"

"No, no, no." Yan Zhuoyu quickly pulled her leg back, but fortunately the other party did not intend to really hold it against her.

In short, President Pei won't be at work tomorrow, so he'll have plenty of time to cause trouble for her, but she doesn't dare to do it.

Unable to sleep, Yan Zhuoyu recalled what Song Zhiyu had said that afternoon: Pei Weijin had once killed someone.

Just as she was about to ask a question, Pei Weijin pulled her into his arms. The familiar scent of pine wood enveloped her, making her feel incredibly safe and calming her tense nerves.

Yan Zhuoyu rested her head on his strong, firm arm, and in less than a month, she developed a habit of subconsciously draping her legs over the man.

He then realized that this was inappropriate, as it did not conform to Pei Weijin's standards for a healthy sleeping posture, and he had no reason to tolerate himself doing such a thing while awake.

Just as she was about to sneakily pull her leg back, the other person pulled her back, and the two of them pressed even closer together. Yan Zhuoyu could even hear the other person's heartbeat.

Calm and composed, but... President Pei's heart seems to be beating a little fast.

Pei Weijin's voice was slightly sleepy as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "Goodnight, Mrs. Pei."

Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Their heartbeats seemed to resonate in unison, and it was impossible to tell whether her heartbeat was faster or Pei Weijin's.

In short, the other party crossed the line first; her arm went numb from the pillow, but it had nothing to do with her.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside, but the curtains were drawn inside, making the room completely dark.

After returning from his business trip, Pei Weijin specially arranged a three-day vacation for himself and Secretary Meng.

Although I went to bed late last night, my sleep quality was better than before. I woke up at eight o'clock sharp, but I didn't see Yan Zhuoyu's figure next to me.

After going downstairs, the butler greeted him with a smile and a nod: "Mr. Pei, Madam has already had breakfast and is currently busy in the study. May I ask what you would like for breakfast? I will instruct the chef to prepare it immediately."

"Same as before."

Pei Weijin was somewhat surprised. His wife was always a late sleeper, staying up late at night and not getting up in the morning. Why was she so diligent today, starting work so early?

He quietly pushed open the study door.

Mrs. Pei was sitting cross-legged in the ergonomic chair, her small face framed by her slightly oversized blue light blocking glasses, which she would occasionally adjust with her hand.

The script spread out on the table was meticulously marked with a highlighter, and the softcover notebook next to it was filled with dense notes of character backgrounds and emotional analyses.

As soon as Pei Weijin stepped in, Yan Zhuoyu noticed him. She twirled her pen, took off her glasses, and teased, "Oh, how come the busy CEO Pei is up later than me today?"

Pei Weijin chuckled lightly, a hint of meaning in his eyes: "The nutrients have all been absorbed by the dodder, so it's normal for them to get up a little late."

Yan Zhuoyu snorted and muttered, "Shameless."

Remembering what she hadn't had a chance to ask last night, she urged, "Go eat quickly, I have something very, very important to ask you later."

Pei Weijin nodded, pointed to the anti-fatigue glasses she had placed on the table, and said, "These glasses are too big for you. I will arrange for Secretary Meng to make a more suitable pair for you."

Yan Zhuoyu smiled playfully, cupped her hands in a gesture of respect, and said exaggeratedly, "Then thank you very much for President Pei's generosity."

The study door closed gently again, she yawned, and turned her attention back to the script.

"What's wrong with me? I feel sleepy whenever I see Pei Weijin."

The auditions for "The Road to Success" will begin tomorrow. The director clearly favors her, but she hasn't worked with this kind of serious drama script before, so she needs to think it over more to avoid messing up her performance and having her audition video released, which would ruin everything.

……

Pei Weijin returned after the minute hand had gone halfway around.

Yan Zhuoyu closed the softcover notebook, solemnly pushed up her glasses, and gestured for him to sit down.

"What would Mrs. Pei like to ask?" Pei Weijin asked gently.

She carefully chose her words and asked tactfully, "Is it true that Song Zhiyu said you killed someone the other day?"

Pei Weijin overheard their conversation yesterday and knew that his wife, who couldn't keep secrets, would definitely come to ask him about it.

There was no point in hiding it. He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, his eyes remaining calm and composed: "What does Mrs. Pei think?"

Yan Zhuoyu shook her head and said, "I think it's unlikely, even if your family is very rich..."

Pei Weijin interrupted, "It's our home."

"..."

This one sentence alone made Yan Zhuoyu even more skeptical about the truth of the matter.

"Alright, alright. No matter how rich our family is, the laws of the country are not to be trifled with. They will definitely not let any bad person go unpunished. In my opinion, this matter is most likely a hoax."

Pei Weijin's gaze softened, and his gentle voice carried a hint of sincerity: "Thank you for your trust, Mrs. Pei."

Yan Zhuoyu's curiosity was piqued. She tugged at his sleeve and shook it gently, saying in a soft voice, "Then tell me about it, honey. I want to get to know you better, so that one day, like Song Zhiyu said, you won't stop loving me because I don't understand you~"

Pei Weijin sat casually and relaxed, clearly enjoying his wife's coquettishness. He took Yan Zhuoyu's soft and delicate hand and gently rubbed it between his fingers, as if playing with some jade.

He spoke in a cool, unhurried tone: “More than 30 years ago, my third uncle, Pei Hongli, took over the Pei family and the Pei Group, putting immense pressure on my parents. The company was almost completely infiltrated by his influence. Many long-time employees lost their jobs as a result and harbored resentment towards the Pei Group.”

“My mother gave birth to me in a hospital in a small county town. The caregiver she hired happened to be someone who had been fired by the Pei Group. This led to me being switched with another family’s child by the caregiver. Back then, the hospital system wasn’t as advanced as it is now, and newborns all looked the same, so my parents didn’t notice.”

Yan Zhuoyu exclaimed, her fingers curling slightly: "You were born with the script of the real and fake young master."