12dz Chapter 16: Casually Grabbing Two Pieces of Men's Clothing
Chapter 16: Casually Grabbing Two Pieces of Men's Clothing
Yan Zhuoyu retorted, "Are you getting distant now? I wish I could fly a helicopter over and bring you back right away!"
"Hmph, I knew it. Even if the beautiful Yan marries a tycoon from a top-tier wealthy family, she won't be able to shake my position as the legal wife in the slightest."
Qin Zhuyue chatted with her for a while, even discussing what milk tea they should drink and what movie they should watch when they met tomorrow.
The two reluctantly ended their call only when the airport's announcements could be faintly heard.
At 3 p.m., Yan Zhuoyu appeared at Jinhe Mall fully armed, complete with sunglasses and a mask, pushing a shopping cart through the snack section.
Today is a workday, or rather, Black Monday. Adults and children are all at work, and almost only elderly people are queuing up in the food section to get eggs. Even the saleswomen who just started work don't seem very energetic.
Having known Qin Zhuyue for six years, Yan Zhuoyu knew her preferences like the back of her hand and skillfully selected snacks that they both liked.
Before long, the trolley was full, and the next step led to the beverage section.
Yan Zhuoyu felt a surge of resentment at the thought of becoming a full-fledged corporate slave tomorrow, so she casually picked out two bottles of fruit wine, intending to drown her sorrows in alcohol.
On her way to check out, Yan Zhuoyu happened to pass by the daily necessities section and inexplicably stopped, her eyes drawn to a pair of couple cups.
Thinking of the vibrant red roses she received that morning, she murmured to herself, "He might come to visit sometime. Preparing them in advance is a way of giving him a return gift."
After a slight hesitation, Yan Zhuoyu grabbed two pairs of men's underwear and tossed them into her shopping cart.
I only discovered that Pei Weijin had replied to my message when I checked out using my phone.
[The cold, ruthless CEO's fiery response: No.]
The two short and indifferent words seemed to mock Yan Zhuoyu for being delusional, and her behavior of picking out daily necessities for Pei Weijin just now was even more like that of a clown.
Yan Zhuoyu's resentment intensified, and when she replied through gritted teeth, sparks seemed to fly off the keyboard.
[The resilient little white flower: Ha, so what? I don't care!]
After sending the message, Yan Zhuoyu very self-respectingly blocked Pei Weijin's new message notifications.
They also set their Moments to be invisible to the other person, and then changed their username and profile picture.
As she left the Jinhe Shopping Mall, she grew increasingly angry and drove back to her villa.
She's going to max out Pei Weijin's credit card!
The housekeeper was meticulously tidying up every corner. When she suddenly returned home, he was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure and asked with his usual respectful attitude, "Mrs. Pei, would you like dinner prepared?"
Yan Zhuoyu paused. Zhu Yue would be back tomorrow, and the two of them would be even more powerful in a fight.
Let's leave that money in Pei Weijin's hands for a while longer.
"Well, let's keep dinner light."
After saying that, Yan Zhuoyu went upstairs.
Hmph, might as well eat it, it's all President Pei's money anyway.
She not only wants to eat, but she also wants to take the chef with her tomorrow so that Zhu Yue can also taste the top chef's cooking.
*
A financial technology innovation building in France.
Inside the conference room, a blond, blue-eyed Frenchman stood in front of a high-definition screen, meticulously explaining his project.
Pei Weijin sat at the head of the conference table, his light gray eyes occasionally glancing at the phone on the table.
The chat interface remained frozen on Mrs. Pei's angry message.
He could imagine what Yan Zhuoyu looked like when she said those words.
However, he didn't know what he had done to offend Mrs. Pei.
Pei Weijin swiped his finger and clicked into the album. The video he had saved had been professionally restored and was more complete and clearer than the one online.
The eighteen-year-old general stood tall, his body brimming with boundless energy.
He remembered that his half-brother had just passed away, and his father accused him of being the murderer. The Pei family was in chaos, and everyone was waiting for his explanation, but Pei Weijin had something more important to do.
He went to see the second performance in the girl's life.
The performance was a complete success, with every seat filled.
Despite the severe punishment he received from his family after the performance, including a week of confinement, it was all worth it.
Pei Weijin was indeed not Yan Zhuoyu, whom she had coveted five years ago; it was much earlier than she had imagined.
The French businessman standing on the stage was trembling with nervousness, his voice shaking slightly.
The project presentation slides were nearing their end, but the business tycoon from China not only showed no interest in cooperation, but also frowned, his gaze never leaving his phone.
Partnering with this person would undoubtedly be a qualitative leap for the company.
He asked quietly, "Mr. Pei, what do you think of this plan?"
Everyone in the conference room secretly glanced at the aloof man sitting at the head of the table.
Secretary Meng coughed lightly at the right moment, finally drawing Pei Weijin's attention back.
He slowly raised his head and spoke fluent French, instantly taking control of the meeting.
While on the plane, Pei Weijin had already gained a preliminary understanding of the project, and with just a few words, he pinpointed the pain points of the product.
Mr. Duval listened intently, nodding from time to time, until a crucial point made him unable to resist interrupting: "Please allow me to interrupt for a moment, Mr. Pei, I need to record these valuable insights."
Pei Weijin nodded, and after he was ready, he continued his explanation.
The meeting finally got on track, and Secretary Meng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what Mrs. Pei had said that made the usually calm and composed President Pei look puzzled.
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Night falls.
Yan Zhuoyu dripped a few drops of essential oil into the bathtub, and the air was filled with her favorite sweet plum scent, gentle and lingering.
She leaned against the edge of the bathtub, her hair covered with a nourishing hair mask, which was slightly cool from being chilled.
The constant temperature water flowed gently over her delicate collarbone, and her skin turned a faint pink under the steam, making the small red mole between her collarbones appear even more intense.
Nearby, a tablet on a stand was playing "Chibi Maruko-chan," and the adorable Maruko-chan was being punched by her older sister again.
At a time when she should have been completely relaxed, Yan Zhuoyu was unable to relax entirely; a gloomy feeling hung over her.
A faint yet persistent scent of pine wood gently permeated her senses, causing her to furrow her brow slightly.
Yan Zhuoyu pursed her lips, picked up her phone from the table, and found Pei Weijin's chat window in the list.
Pei Weijin did not reply to her messages; their conversation remained stuck on her angry remark.
This made her look both pitiful and ridiculous, like a one-woman show, which reminded her of her mother's hysteria in her final moments and her father's indifference and arrogance.
Yan Zhuoyu smiled with relief. Oh well, she should have known long ago that all men in the world are the same, and Pei Weijin and Yan Shuting are no different.
A cold, hypocritical, and impatient egoist.
She closed her eyes and told herself to discard those unrealistic fantasies. After playing the naive and innocent character so many times, do you really believe in such an illusory thing as love?
The most credible thing is that it is profitable.
Yan Zhuoyu stood up from the water, her bathrobe lightly wrapping her graceful figure, and used a beauty device to help the essence absorb.
The mirror reflected a beautiful woman with fiery red lips and eyes brimming with ambition.
She's an actress aiming to become a Best Actress, and tomorrow's classes are crucial, so she needs to get plenty of sleep.
Having figured all this out, Yan Zhuoyu decisively turned off her phone and fell asleep before 9:30.