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

Chapter 98 Pure natural pearls, very skin-friendly.

Pei Weijin sat on the accompanying chair, scooped a spoonful of pork rib soup with a porcelain spoon, and gently blew on it to cool it down.

"I knocked, but maybe I don't have anything worth cherishing in my baby's heart, so she can't hear me."

After taking a sip of soup from his hand, Yan Zhuoyu took the bowl and spoon from him and began to make up a bunch of nonsense with a straight face.

"You misunderstood. How could I not have any lingering feelings for you? I was referring to my parents' home. After Yan Shuting and the others left, the courtyard has been left unused. I'm planning to have it renovated, and the swimming pool needs repairs too. Do you have any reliable landscape designers you could recommend?"

Pei Weijin lay half-reclined in the chair, facing the sunlight. The golden light softened his coldness somewhat. He casually propped his head up with his hand and slowly said, "Of course. Would recommending you make you miss me a little more?"

He added, "The doctor said you can be discharged tomorrow. Baby, do you want me to pick you up and take you home, or should Meng Yuting pick you up?"

His eyes held a casual smile, showing no intention of changing the subject to please her, as if he were deliberately teasing her.

Yan Zhuoyu cleared her throat, finished her soup in one gulp, and replied, "Honey, didn't you give me a Land Rover before? I haven't driven it in a long time. Have someone drive it over tomorrow morning. I can go home by myself. You're busy with work, so I won't take up your time."

Pei Weijin responded lightly, not dwelling on the topic of "lingering feelings," and casually sent her the designer's contact information.

Then, in a cold tone, he said, "So, what time will you be home tomorrow, darling? I've already washed your new clothes. I didn't expect you to like this style. I'll change into them before you get home."

His tone was so calm and serious, yet he shamelessly uttered such indescribable words in broad daylight. Yan Zhuoyu's face instantly flushed. She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously gripping the bedsheets tightly.

She bought it out of curiosity, but was caught by the person in charge. What's the difference between that and being publicly executed?

Yan Zhuoyu's fair earlobes instantly turned bright red: "Shut up, I didn't buy anything! Someone must have filled in the wrong address, go back and throw it away!"

Pei Weijin chuckled softly and slowly finished his last sentence: "My baby is very thoughtful, and the size he chose fits perfectly."

"However, the pearls used by the shop are of inferior quality, and I was worried that they might be harmful to your health, so I had someone customize the same style, which is all-natural and safe to put into the body. But for health reasons, it is best not to do so."

……

The next morning, President Pei, who had stayed up all night with her, clocked in for work on time, while Yan Zhuoyu didn't get out of bed until after nine o'clock, her face flushed.

The enchanting phrase "can be entered" still seems to linger in my ears.

The ward was air-conditioned, cool and dry, but Yan Zhuoyu's neck was covered in a layer of hot and humid sweat from dreaming, and a few strands of black hair stuck to her back, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

She pulled out a casual outfit and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Roughly speaking, it seems like it's been about ten days since the last one.

Yan Zhuoyu rinsed off the shower gel and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She took a few steps back to get a clearer view.

Several dark red scabs appeared on her smooth back. She had only pried open a small piece of the wooden board, and it was inevitable that she would get rubbed when she crawled out. Fortunately, the wounds were not deep because of her clothes, and she estimated that they would heal in about half a week.

After standing still for a while, the steam in the bathroom gradually dissipated, and the evaporation of water droplets on her skin brought a touch of coolness, which also made Yan Zhuoyu's drowsy mind clearer.

After getting dressed, Yan Zhuoyu quickly packed her personal belongings and went to the front desk to complete the discharge procedures.

Yan Zhuoyu drove straight to the villa, and as soon as she entered, she began rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for her "evidence of guilt".

The clothes in the wardrobe were arranged neatly, and she opened almost all the drawers, but still couldn't find anything.

"Hey, where are my clothes? Where did he put them?"

Yan Zhuoyu closed the wardrobe and crept into the laundry room.

The auntie who was ironing clothes saw Yan Zhuoyu rush in with a flustered expression and asked very kindly, "Madam, what are you looking for? I've always been in charge of clothing management, so perhaps I can help you."

Yan Zhuoyu hadn't expected anyone to be in the laundry room at this hour. She awkwardly let go of the doorknob, wanting to ask something, but hesitated to speak.

The aunt didn't urge them, and listened attentively with great interest.

Unable to refuse Yan Zhuoyu's hospitality, she gestured with her hands to describe, "Have you seen a pair of misty blue men's shorts? They're new this month, and another pair decorated with pearls..."

The aunt nodded and carefully wrote it down: "What is decorated with pearls?"

"Uh... beach swimsuit...?" She struggled to find the right words, her voice unconsciously lowering.

The aunt stopped what she was doing and thought back: "I think I've seen it before. My husband washed it himself, but he took it to the company and didn't leave it at home."

Yan Zhuoyu: "..."

Bringing a company? Is that something a normal human being would do?

Isn't he afraid that one day Secretary Meng will come to organize the documents and find this indecent beach swimsuit?

Knowing the whereabouts of the clothes, Yan Zhuoyu turned her shame and indignation into motivation and immediately threw herself into her intense work.

She first had a photographer take some photos and posted them on Weibo to let her fans know she was safe. Then, she took advantage of the buzz to announce several new endorsements, keeping herself extremely busy.

Anyway!

As long as no evidence of guilt is found, Yan Zhuoyu dares not go home for a single night, and even when she does go home, she deliberately chooses the time when Pei Weijin is at work.

After four days of continuous work, Qiao Xinyun finally couldn't help but press the pause button on her phone.

"Sis, you really are my sister. Why are you suddenly working so hard? Tomorrow night is Qimeng's charity gala. I need to conserve my energy today so I can make a stunning appearance at the gala tomorrow, outshining all the celebrities and appealing to everyone, young and old, so that the brands know that this money was well spent!"

As she spoke, she handed over a gold-embossed invitation, the words "A Dreamlike Night of Brilliance" shining brightly on the cover.

Yan Zhuoyu accepted the invitation, glanced at the time, and put it in a drawer to the side.

She sank into the soft beanbag chair as if she had no bones: "You don't understand, I'm running for my life."

"Run for your life? What life? Who wants your life?"

Qiao Xinyun looked nervous, mistakenly thinking that she was still traumatized by the previous kidnapping incident.

But when Yan Zhuoyu uttered the words "President Pei," Qiao Xinyun instantly lost interest and nodded perfunctorily a few times.

"Oh, okay, I can't be bothered with your little romantic escapades."

Yan Zhuoyu sighed: "I told you you wouldn't understand."

"By the way, has the guest list for this dinner been released yet?"

Qiao Xinyun got excited as soon as she started talking about work: "It's been announced, and I've studied it carefully. As an international luxury brand, Qimeng has invited all the big names, including domestic directors, A-list stars, giants of foreign science fiction films, and business celebrities. The lineup is quite luxurious, and it's a great opportunity to make connections."

Yan Zhuoyu's alarm bells rang: "The business tycoon you're talking about, does that include Pei Weijin?"

“Of course, who would dare not invite your man to such an occasion? But don’t worry, he usually just donates money and doesn’t show up, saying he doesn’t have time to deal with these kinds of events,” Qiao Xinyun explained.

Yan Zhuoyu relaxed and hummed a little tune in a good mood, her shapely legs under her black silk skirt swaying lazily.

"Oh, it's good that he's not coming. Our personalities clash for a while, so it's best to avoid each other if possible."