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

Chapter 30 I love you, it's always been you, and it won't change for any reason.

"Bastard thing!"

Old Master Song was furious. With a wave of his hand, the entire set of purple clay teaware on the table fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. His trembling finger pointed directly at Pei Weijin, his anger blazing.

Pei Jincheng quickly stood up to appease him: "Grandpa Song, please calm down. I am just young and impetuous. Please forgive me."

"Yes, sir, the younger generation speaks without thinking, please forgive them." Madam Pei also spoke up at the right time, suppressing the corners of her lips that she couldn't help but smile.

Old Master Song glared at Pei Weijin, then laughed angrily, "Your Pei family is really going too far!"

Pei Weijin glanced at him, his tone still calm and distant: "Mr. Song, the set of purple clay teapots you broke was purchased by my grandfather at an auction for a high price of 80 million. It is quite valuable. Now, with the compensation demanded by France, the total amount to be paid is 2.408 billion. If Mr. Song needs it, I can provide you with a loan service."

Upon hearing this, the people from the Song family exchanged bewildered glances.

The current head of the Song family is Song Zhiyu's uncle, not the old master Song. He simply cannot raise that much money in a short time, which is why his face turned ashen.

Not to mention, there were already undercurrents within the Song family, and their cash flow was in trouble. Otherwise, they wouldn't have set their sights on the Pei family's sales in the French market.

……

forecourt.

Song Zhiyu, dressed in a light purple silk cheongsam, was leisurely sitting on the swing, gently swaying. There was no trace of the melancholy that Old Master Song had mentioned on her face. She was waiting for her grandfather to help her vent her anger.

If the plan succeeds, the Song family will be able to use this opportunity to regain its former glory.

If she goes in and makes a scene and cries, maybe Ah Jin will abide by the agreement between the two families and get married.

The sound of a car approached from afar, and Song Zhiyu, thinking that someone was coming, looked up with amusement.

She scrutinized the woman's attire, her gaze finally settling on the wedding ring on the woman's ring finger, a ring that matched Pei Weijin's. Her smile froze instantly.

"Yan Zhuoyu!?"

Song Zhiyu stomped her feet hard on the ground, leaped off the swing, and quickly walked to the woman wearing sunglasses.

The vine swing, which was not being used, was still swaying gently due to inertia.

The woman whose name was called paused. If Song Zhiyu hadn't spoken up, she wouldn't have seen the other woman at all; her presence was too inconspicuous.

"Yes, Miss Song, I've heard so much about you."

Yan Zhuoyu took off her sunglasses, raised her eyebrows and smiled gently, her temperament even more elegant and virtuous than the other person's.

Follow the other person's path, leaving them with nowhere to go.

Song Zhiyu stared at her face in disbelief, as if she wanted to stare a hole through it. Then, as if she had figured it out, she sneered, "So, where did you, a nobody actress, get the courage to go against me? Turns out you've hooked up with a sugar daddy."

His words were full of contempt and sarcasm.

Yan Zhuoyu didn't care at all, she just smiled and frankly admitted: "Yes, I've found a sugar daddy."

President Pei is rich and powerful; he's too good to pass up.

The gentle and elegant socialite, Yan Zhuoyu, gracefully puts her sunglasses into her bag.

She glanced lightly at Song Zhiyu's cheongsam and said meaningfully, "Miss Song, your cheongsam looks really good today. Indeed, purple has a more charming feel to it."

Having found a sugar daddy, Miss Yan boldly went all out, practically pointing her finger at him and demanding: "Where did that fake crown go?"

Song Zhiyu's delicate face twisted slightly, but years of etiquette training allowed her to quickly regain her composure.

She retorted sarcastically, "Purple has always been a symbol of nobility, and a crown should be given to those with power and influence. A weak parasitic plant like Miss Yan, who only knows how to depend on others for growth, is useless once she loses Ah Jin's support. Be careful that the crown doesn't fall and hit you."

Since her debut, Yan Zhuoyu has never used her family's connections. She has been cyberbullied for nearly two years, and her mentality is incomparable to Song Zhiyu's.

Compared to the malice of keyboard warriors, Song Zhiyu didn't take this level of attack seriously at all.

She simply smiled sweetly, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, and said, "Miss Song is right. I'm like a parasitic plant to my husband; I can't live without him. What am I going to do?"

Song Zhiyu: "..."

What nonsense is this crazy woman spouting?!

"Thank you for your concern about my crown, Miss Song. If it really fell and hit a dog, the dog would bark. But I'm afraid it might hit you, and you'd pick it up and keep it. After all, purple really has a lot of charm~"

Scored twice.

Yan Zhuoyu silently gave herself a thumbs up for her offensive prowess, thanks to the netizens she had bantered with over the years.

Song Zhiyu felt that the soft and expensive silk cheongsam on her body had become itchy. She touched her forearm uncomfortably, maintaining her usual dignified image as a lady.

"Yan Zhuoyu, what value do you think you can bring to the Pei family? Marriages between wealthy families are not child's play, and emotions need to be carefully nurtured. A love between a strong and a weak person will not last long! Do you really understand A-Jin? Do you know that he has killed someone? Do you know why he doesn't spend New Year's Eve at home with Madam Pei and the others every year?"

"what?"

Yan Zhuoyu blinked her eyes innocently, perfectly capturing the essence of the naive and sweet female lead's expression in idol dramas.

Song Zhiyu finally revealed a proud smile, her small face slightly raised, her expression arrogant: "I know, Ah Jin and I have been childhood sweethearts..."

She was interrupted halfway through her sentence by Yan Zhuoyu, who said somewhat confusedly, "I really don't know about these things. But even if I don't know, it doesn't affect my husband's love for me at all."

"What should we do? Are you in a real hurry?"

Song Zhiyu's good manners, cultivated over many years, crumbled when faced with such an abnormal woman.

"Yan Zhuoyu, are you out of your mind?!"

Behind her, a man in a black suit and a dark red tie strolled out of the hall, looking completely at ease, seemingly having overheard quite a bit.

Yan Zhuoyu concealed her sharpness, lowered her eyes slightly, pursed her red lips, and jogged towards her husband.

"Husband~~"

The voice is incredibly sweet, and the ending notes are drawn out for a long time.

Pei Weijin stood tall and elegant, opened his arms and embraced her, his large, cold white hands naturally encircling her waist.

His gaze shifted to Song Zhiyu, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes:

"Isn't Miss Song depressed? She's quite energetic when she's cursing. That's good, though. If she makes a few more films, it can help ease the Song family's debts."

Yan Zhuoyu nestled in Pei Weijin's arms, gently shaking his arm with both hands, skillfully tattling, just like that day in Ya Yun Xuan: "Husband, look at her~"

"She said I don't understand you. Will my husband stop loving me because of this?"

Song Zhiyu's eyes widened. How dare this woman speak to Ah Jin like that?

Ah Jin and Pei Ruolin have always had completely different personalities. If Ruolin is a little sun, warm and sunny, then Ah Jin is an unyielding piece of ice that no one can melt.

She assumed that Pei Weijin would not respond in public and would simply watch coldly, waiting to see Yan Zhuoyu make a fool of herself.

Never thought...

"will not."

Pei Weijin looked down at Yan Zhuoyu, the cold mist in his eyes dissipating, and gently intertwined his fingers with hers.

"I love you, from beginning to end, simply because you are you, and that will not change for any reason."