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

Chapter 119: He only gave me a kiss, and he's already laughing like this, so easily fooled. Wha

After the banquet ended, Yan Zhuoyu left through the back door of the hotel.

A light drizzle fell in the night, washing over the dark gray asphalt road. She stood under the dim streetlights, holding a black umbrella, her eyes searching.

After a night of socializing, Yan Zhuoyu felt her face was about to freeze from smiling. Now that there were no media around, her smile gradually faded, and her dark curly hair was lazily draped over her shoulders, with a few messy strands of hair obscuring her delicate, porcelain-like profile.

When a vehicle with a license plate consisting of a series of "9"s came into view, Yan Zhuoyu's cold and weary eyes were softened by a warm smile.

The black Cullinan came to a smooth stop in front of her, and the windshield wipers stopped working the instant the door opened and closed.

Upon entering the carriage, a chill sent shivers down Yan Zhuoyu's spine, raising goosebumps on her bare shoulders.

She rubbed her arms lightly: "It's so cold."

The man in the suit beside her was clearly prepared. He placed the umbrella he had just received on the back seat, took out a cashmere blanket from the storage compartment, and draped it loosely over Yan Zhuoyu's shoulders to keep out the cold. He was gentle and considerate.

He turned to Secretary Meng in the driver's seat and instructed, "Meng Yuting, turn the air conditioning up a bit."

"Okay, Mr. Pei."

The engine started, and the vehicle slowly drove along the road, with several bodyguard cars following behind in perfect unison.

Yan Zhuoyu pulled the cashmere blanket closer, buried the lower half of her face in the fine wool, and casually leaned against Pei Weijin's shoulder.

She stretched out her slender arm, found her phone, and slid down to their unfinished chat history with a smile.

"Pei Weijin, are you a primary school student? Why do you need to use matching profile pictures with me? This is not the behavior you should expect from a mature and stable man."

Yan Zhuoyu tapped on Pei Weijin's WeChat profile picture and brought the phone screen close to his eyes.

Pei Weijin leaned forward slightly, putting his right arm around her shoulder to make her more comfortable.

After spending the day in the office, he also picked up a lot of the scent of preserved plums, even more so than Yan Zhuoyu.

Yan Zhuoyu waited a few seconds, but heard no response. Just as she was about to pry the hand off her shoulder, a cell phone suddenly appeared in front of her.

The two phones were placed side by side, with almost identical phone cases, except for the slightly different patterns in the lower right corner; one had a cat, and the other had a dog.

Pei Weijin really did become a "primary school student".

He placed their phones together, his deep, slightly cool voice carrying a subtle hint of boasting: "Even the phone cases are couple's."

But besides the two of them, Meng Yuting was the only outsider in the car, so it was unclear who he was showing off to.

Secretary Meng understood immediately and silently raised the partition, this time even lowering the curtain, aiming to keep things out of sight.

In short, men without a formal relationship status have very few partners to watch them show affection for.

Although Yan Zhuoyu found it amusing, a sudden throbbing pain in the back of her head made her frown and lower her voice involuntarily: "Whatever makes you happy."

Pei Weijin's gaze never left her. Noticing a slight change in her expression, he gently pursed his lips and tentatively asked, "Are you unhappy?"

He carefully put their phones away and returned them to his bag. His handsome features were filled with disappointment, like thin, fragile icicles in winter, exuding a chill and vulnerability.

“We’ve missed so many years, and I just want to try my best to make up for those missing years.”

Yan Zhuoyu nestled lazily in his arms, and when she looked up, she met his undisguised heartbreak, and her heart clenched suddenly.

"Don't overthink it. I'm not upset. I just find it strange."

"The boys I met during my school days all seemed eager to portray themselves as single, but I never imagined that someone would like to use couple products with their girlfriend."

Pei Weijin was able to control his emotions well. After realizing he had misunderstood the other party, he smiled apologetically.

"Loyalty is a sign of a mature man. The less capable a man is, the more eager he is to label himself and sell himself off."

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled: "Don't underestimate a man's jealousy. If your words were to get out, it would probably cause public outrage."

As she spoke, a dull ache returned to the back of her head. She raised her hand and rubbed her neck. "Sigh, the air conditioning in the venue is too cold. It's giving me a headache. I guess I'm getting old."

Pei Weijin patted his leg and placed his hand on her waist.

"After standing in high heels all day, it's easy to feel soreness in your lower back and knees. Lie down and rest for a while."

Yan Zhuoyu lay down following his force.

Pei Weijin carefully removed the hair clip from her head: "There's still a long way to go. Let me give you a massage first. If you're still not feeling well when we get home, I'll call a doctor to come and take a look."

His warm, large hands covered the back of Yan Zhuoyu's neck, his slender fingers massaging the acupoints on her head with just the right amount of pressure.

The air conditioning was turned off inside the car, and the temperature slowly rose.

Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes to rest, enjoying Master Pei's massage, and her fatigue and chill gradually dissipated.

When he spoke again, his voice softened: "Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, shouldn't you go back to your old house to visit your parents?"

Pei Weijin gave her a thorough massage, taking care of her shoulders and neck as well.

“The Pei family holds a family banquet at Yunwan Garden every Mid-Autumn Festival, but if you don’t like it too lively, how about we stay at home?”

Yan Zhuoyu lay on her side on Pei Weijin's lap, her hand casually resting on his knee. When she was thinking, she would unconsciously touch it and tap it a few times.

"There's nothing I don't dislike, it's just that it's a bit lonely for just the two of us during the holidays. I haven't had a chance to thank my aunt for the gift she gave me last time, so we can have dinner together during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Pei Weijin grasped her small hand, which was reaching further inward, a teasing glint in his light gray eyes, and said unhurriedly:

"You now hold real power in the Pei family, while I only have a nominal title. If you want to cancel the family banquet, you can simply give the order, and who in the Pei family would dare to object?"

"Hmph, of course, who dares to disobey me?"

Yan Zhuoyu regretfully pulled her hands back into the blanket, turned over and lay flat. Her eyes looked even rounder due to the change in posture. She wrapped her arms around Pei Weijin's neck with a charming expression and left a kiss on his cheek.

"I want to sleep for a while. Remember to wake me up when you get home."

She gazed at him with her watery eyes half-closed.

Pei Weijin had a smile on his lips, and the joy in his eyes was self-evident.

Yan Zhuoyu snuggled deeper into the cashmere blanket, feeling comforted. He was smiling like this after just one kiss; he was such an easy man to please.

After confirming that she was asleep, Pei Weijin raised the barrier in advance, and in less than half an hour, the Cullinan came to a steady stop in front of the villa.

Meng Yuting wisely refrained from making a sound to remind him, and quietly went to the back to open the car door.

Pei Weijin carefully carried Yan Zhuoyu out of the car along with the blanket, without waking her up as agreed, wanting her to rest a little longer.