NFBE Chapter 7 Mrs. Pei, please get me the bath towel.
Chapter 7 Mrs. Pei, please get me the bath towel.
Yan Shuting hurriedly denied it: "No, no, no, I was just worried..."
"The Pei family will respect and fully support my wife's choice. As for rules, the Pei family has its own code of conduct, so there's no need for my father-in-law to worry about it."
After Pei Weijin finished speaking, Yan Zhuoyu hooked his finger and gently scratched his palm twice, like the pampered ragdoll cat in the old house.
She is so lovable, she deserves to be loved by everyone.
He held Yan Zhuoyu's hand tightly, thinking to himself that he must make sure the two of them met sometime.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Just as she was about to pick up the phone and hang up, Yan Shuting chuckled a few times, trying to ease the awkwardness: "Haha, President Pei is right, I was overthinking it. Well... I'll leave Zhuoyu in President Pei's care."
Pei Weijin gave a casual "hmm," hung up the phone, and handed it back to Yan Zhuoyu.
Yan Zhuoyu took the phone, her fingertips trembling slightly. She lowered her head and blinked, her vision blurring for a moment.
Since my mother passed away, I have never been chosen with such unwavering resolve.
Anyway...
When she looked up again, a bright, unrestrained smile was on her face: "Thank you."
Pei Weijin patted her head, gesturing for her to sit down: "If you really want to thank me, come with me back to the old house this afternoon. My parents want to meet you."
Yan Zhuoyu hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
Their wedding was rushed, and Pei Weijin's parents were unable to attend because they were abroad. They had mentioned wanting to meet her some time ago, but they were too busy with work and hadn't had the time until now.
Pei Weijin waved his phone in front of her. Because the phone call had lasted too long, the game character had been poisoned and died, leaving only two boxes huddled together.
"One more game?"
Yan Zhuoyu turned off her phone and stood up: "I'm not coming. I'm going to see your parents this afternoon. Come with me to pick out some gifts?"
Although Pei Weijin showed regret, he restrained his thoughts and told his mother in advance that they were going back to the old house.
The two walked out of the private room side by side. Director Wang was still kneeling on the ground, and the sound of him slapping himself echoed in the empty corridor.
Yan Zhuoyu paused slightly, a hint of mockery in her eyes, then beckoned to a waiter and gave the order:
"Get Director Wang some ice to put on his face. He needs to film an apology statement later. With his face all bruised and swollen, people will think he was ganged up on by all the big spenders behind me."
She deliberately emphasized the phrase "numerous sugar daddies," which made Pei Weijin's eyes grow even colder.
Upon hearing this, Director Wang shuddered in fright, quickly took the ice pack, and mumbled his thanks, "Thank you, Mrs. Pei, thank you..."
Yan Zhuoyu, like a little vixen, clung intimately to Pei Weijin's arm, her tone full of threat.
"Also, we're secretly married, you know what I mean?"
"I understand, I understand."
"That's good. If I see related news online, I'll just consider it as if it came out of your mouth."
……
The black Cullinan slowly drove into Yunwan Garden. Two stone lions stood majestically at the entrance, guarding this Chinese-style courtyard with fierce eyes.
Yan Zhuoyu's gaze passed through the car window as the vehicle slowly moved forward, and the scenery before her was like a classical ink painting slowly unfolding.
With its blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves and corners, each Chinese-style villa exudes the weight of time and the charm of culture.
Compared to the modern atmosphere of their own villa area, this place exudes a more rustic and luxurious feel.
She changed into a velvet red dress, wore minimal makeup except for a layer of sunscreen spray, and with her delicate eyebrows, rosy lips, and snow-white skin, she looked exactly like a Hong Kong beauty from an old movie.
Which building is the Pei family's old residence?
Pei Weijin had just sent a message to his mother, turned off his phone screen, and replied, "The entire Yunwan Garden belongs to the Pei family, but Mother prefers tranquility, so she chose one of the courtyards that is sunny and of moderate size as her residence."
His voice was calm and even, as if he were narrating something very ordinary, yet it made Yan Zhuoyu feel the profound heritage of a century-old family.
Yan Zhuoyu numbly turned the wedding ring on her ring finger, feeling as if she were walking on a gold mine, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.
"It's really unfair that you have to live with me."
Pei Weijin smiled faintly: "The Pei family has a history spanning a century, and Yunwan Garden is a testament to that history. If we're talking about monetary value alone, it can't compare to our wedding home."
In terms of significance, it can't compare to their wedding room.
Yan Zhuoyu snorted lightly, not believing his words of comfort.
On the day she got her marriage certificate, she met Pei Weijin's parents via video call. They were kind and gentle people who wouldn't make things difficult for her.
However, Yan Shuting's words that afternoon cast a shadow over her, and they did have some effect on her.
Yan Zhuoyu aimlessly opened the app and kept scrolling through the interface.
Pei Weijin kept glancing at Yan Zhuoyu out of the corner of his eye. She was usually full of energy, but ever since he told her he was going to the old house, she had looked listless.
“Mrs. Pei, my parents don’t have a penchant for cannibalism, so you don’t need to be nervous.”
Yan Zhuoyu bit her lip, feeling the warmth of Pei Weijin's palm, and felt inexplicably at peace.
How did I get influenced by Yan Shuting?
I'm pretty amazing too, okay? I have a bright future ahead of me!
She squeezed his hand back: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not nervous at all."
Pei Weijin's eyes lit up with a smile. Seeing that she had regained her usual energy, he said nothing more.
The vehicle stopped.
Pei Weijin opened the car door and led Yan Zhuoyu out of the car.
A plaque hangs high above the doorway, bearing the four large characters "紫气东来" (meaning "Auspicious Purple Qi Comes from the East"), the strokes of which are crooked and whimsical, creating a striking contrast with the ancient and charming architecture.
Yan Zhuoyu had almost no experience interacting with elders. Just as she was silently rehearsing her opening remarks, a middle-aged woman came out of the mansion to greet her.
Madam Pei wore a light green cheongsam, exuding an elegance refined by time, with a gentle and graceful demeanor.
"Xiao Yan?"
Yan Zhuoyu was caught off guard. This was completely different from what she had imagined. Shouldn't she have walked into the courtyard and taken the initiative to greet Pei Weijin's mother?
She called out somewhat awkwardly, "Mom..."
Madam Pei warmly took Yan Zhuoyu's hand, her eyes full of affection.
She glanced at the gift bag in the driver's hand and then glared at Pei Weijin.
"Everyone says not to buy any gifts. Xiao Yan doesn't earn money easily, and you just know how to waste it."
Pei Weijin was already used to his mother's rambling, and simply said, "I've never seen you feel sorry for how hard it is for your son to earn money."
Madam Pei selectively ignored him and instead put a gold and kingfisher feather bracelet on Yan Zhuoyu's wrist.
"Your wedding was rushed. According to tradition, Mom has to give you a gift for changing your address. Don't mind this bracelet. When you come back in a while, Mom will make you a golden phoenix crown."
She smiled and looked at Yan Zhuoyu with admiring eyes.
"Mom, isn't this too expensive?"
Yan Zhuoyu's wrist felt heavy; this gold bracelet must weigh at least 300 grams. The weight itself wasn't the issue; it was the intangible cultural heritage craftsmanship, such as filigree inlay and kingfisher feather decoration, that made it so valuable.
Upon hearing this, Madam Pei glared at Pei Weijin again: "You miser, just like your father! After you married Xiao Yan, did you not buy her any jewelry?"
"Don't you know that girls are meant to be pampered?"
Before Pei Weijin could speak, Yan Zhuoyu explained, "No, he's bought me a lot."
Seeing how well the young couple got along, Madam Pei smiled even more: "That's good. Xiao Yan, let me tell you, a man's heart is where his money is. Spend it without worry, buy whatever you want."
She linked arms with Yan Zhuoyu and chatted like best friends, which gradually eased Yan Zhuoyu's nervousness.
Upon entering the house and seeing Pei Jincheng with his equally stern face, she paused slightly and cautiously called out, "Dad."
Pei Jincheng waited alone for a long time, looking displeased. Just as he was about to speak, Madam Pei called out, "Old Pei, pour me some tea!"
He snorted coldly, his imposing aura that he had been building up for so long completely dissipated, and he obediently poured four cups of tea.
"Well, sit down."
Madam Pei pulled Yan Zhuoyu to sit on the sofa and continued chatting.
“I used to always ask Ah Jin to bring you back for a meal, but he always said he was too busy and focused on his work. He wasn’t afraid that his beautiful wife would run off with someone else.”
Yan Zhuoyu glanced at Pei Weijin without showing any emotion.
In fact, Pei Weijin had mentioned it to her several times, but she never came. It wasn't because Pei Weijin was busy with work, but because of her.
Afterwards, Madam Pei chatted with Yan Zhuoyu for a few more minutes, but never mentioned the questions that Yan Zhuoyu had prepared.
After chatting for a while, Pei Jincheng, who had been ignored, kept giving Madam Pei meaningful glances.
Yan Zhuoyu felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy, and quietly straightened her back. Was it finally time to ask that crucial question?
To everyone's surprise, Madam Pei merely frowned and muttered, "Alright, I know."
She patted Yan Zhuoyu's hand reluctantly, looking at her with the same affection as a child, and said, "Let Ajin show you around. You young people have more to talk about."
"Remember to come back for dinner. It's raining tonight, so why don't you stay here?"
Yan Zhuoyu was taken aback. She was someone who couldn't keep her mouth shut, so she asked, "Mom, you don't mind if I become an actress?"
Madam Pei said in surprise, "What's there to mind? I have a big star daughter-in-law. They'll all envy me if they tell anyone."
She puffed out her chest and said proudly, "My daughter-in-law is my connection in the entertainment industry. I can find out what gossip I want just by talking. When you become a big star, my son will also benefit from his wife's fame, and even our wedding photos will appreciate in value."
……
The entire Yunwan Garden is comparable to a 4A-level scenic spot. The buildings are very well preserved, and there are servants cleaning and inspecting each courtyard.
Yan Zhuoyu's high heels got tired after walking for a short while.
As she walked to the front of an old house, she saw the familiar characters on the couplets on the door and stopped, tugging at the hem of the man beside her.
"Who wrote those words? They're so cute and adorable."
Pei Weijin glanced at her, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes, and led her into the courtyard. "I wrote this when I was a child."
Yan Zhuoyu looked at the handwriting, then at Pei Weijin. The handwriting didn't match the person at all.
To be able to write such adorable characters, you must have been a cute child. How did you grow up to be like this...?
She couldn't find the right words to describe her arranged marriage partner.
He is known to the outside world as cold-hearted and ruthless, and his indifference was evident in the incident involving Director Wang. However, his attitude towards her was quite gentle, and he never used his power to oppress her.
A complex man.
Yan Zhuoyu couldn't see through him, nor did she want to waste any more effort trying to figure out his character.
Ultimately, their marriage was just a business arrangement, with each getting what they wanted.
The Pei family has always been loyal and would never cause any scandals, much less have affairs while maintaining a stable marriage at home. This perfectly matches her criteria for choosing a partner.
As for what Pei Weijin wanted to get from her, Yan Zhuoyu couldn't figure it out yet, assuming he was simply captivated by her beauty.
In short, she didn't lose out.
The courtyard features artificial hills and flowing water, winding paths leading to secluded spots, and several ancient pine trees that stand tall and verdant, seemingly telling tales of the vicissitudes of time.
Pei Weijin changed into casual clothes and sat on a bench in the pavilion. His every move exuded the charm of a noble young master from the Republic of China era. His brows were unconsciously entwined with a trace of elusive pride and a slight aloofness, as if he were shrouded in a layer of faint moonlight, cool and noble.
He gazed at her quietly and called softly, "Come and sit down."
Yan Zhuoyu sat down next to him, just about to start a conversation, when a deep voice sounded in her ear.
"You don't need to force yourself to address me; just do as you please."
She paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay, you'll get used to it after a few times."
Yan Zhuoyu was indeed a little uncomfortable. The last time she called her mother was ten years ago, but she was even more surprised that Pei Weijin would notice such a small thing.
"With me, you don't have to accommodate anyone."
She rubbed her sore calves. "How can this be? After all, she's an elder, and your mother has been very good to me."
Before she came, she had made up her mind that if the other party made things difficult for her, she would definitely not be a pushover.
But Madam Pei did not make things difficult for her. Her attitude was surprisingly gentle. She not only gave her a gold bracelet, but also secretly slipped her a bank card before leaving, without Pei Weijin's knowledge.
"I decide what happens in the Pei family. If you don't want to, no one will dare to object."
Pei Weijin chuckled and squatted down in front of her. "It's getting late. I'll carry you back."
Yan Zhuoyu originally wanted to be reserved and refuse a little, but thinking of Pei Weijin's words just now, she didn't hold back and pounced on him.
Yeah, it feels like stepping on a tiger's head.
not bad.
……
After dinner, the two stayed overnight at Yunwan Garden.
After taking a shower, Yan Zhuoyu changed into her pajamas and wore a pair of fluffy bunny ear slippers.
The air conditioner is set at a low temperature, just right so I can sleep under the covers.
He had only been lying down for a short while when the bathroom door opened a crack, and Pei Weijin's voice, carried by the steam of the room, had a strangely alluring quality.
"Mrs. Pei, please get me a bath towel; it's in the closet."
Yan Zhuoyu reluctantly got out of bed.
Seeing the magnificent scene in the wardrobe again, she smiled slightly.
Madam Pei had already started decorating the room when the two got married, and the wardrobe was almost entirely filled with clothes prepared for Yan Zhuoyu.
Pei Weijin's clothes, meanwhile, were curled up in a sorry state to the side.
A few black, white, and gray suits and shirts stood forlornly, surrounded by brightly colored dresses, looking rather pitiful.
Yan Zhuoyu casually grabbed a bath towel from the drawer, leaned against the bathroom door, and roughly shoved it through the crack in the door.
"It's not like we haven't seen it before. Just come out and get it yourself next time."
Perhaps it was the steam in the bathroom that made the man's voice sound more sexy and magnetic.
"it is good."
The next second, the bathroom door swung open, and the support Yan Zhuoyu had been leaning on suddenly disappeared, causing her to fall backward unexpectedly.