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

Chapter 218 A married beauty, alone at home late at night, her husband away, feeling unbearably lone

Yan Zhuoyu, who was lying in the back seat, sat up after hearing Qiao Xinyun's words and opened her phone to check her email.

"The Edge of Dimensions" is adapted from a science fiction novel by a well-known female author, and tells the story of a team of female researchers.

Another film, "Happy Golden Wedding," is an inspirational story about a young couple starting a business together. However, as the plot progresses, the male lead feels sorry for the female lead and, unwilling to let her work too hard, asks her to return to the family.

Ultimately, the story ends with a happy family with two children, and the female protagonist, who was once a successful businesswoman, is now a housewife without any source of income.

After comparing several options, Yan Zhuoyu made a decisive decision: "I'll take on 'Dimensional Edge,' since the main characters are all women, which I really like."

Qiao Xinyun nodded: "Okay, I'll reply to them in a bit."

A black van was parked in front of the villa.

Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin were both aware of each other's schedules. After filming wrapped up and they returned to China, she had work to do, so the two of them chose to return at different times.

In the past few days, Pei Weijin flew to Thailand again and swiftly finalized the next cooperation agreement with swift and decisive measures.

His flight back to China is scheduled to arrive at Beijing North Airport at 10 p.m.

Yan Zhuoyu naturally wouldn't wait for him to come back for dinner on an empty stomach.

First-class flight attendants would never allow passengers to travel on an empty stomach, and some people's eating habits mean they stop eating after 7 p.m.

She called over several chefs and rattled off the names of several dishes without any hesitation, which the chefs noted down one by one.

Before long, the table was filled with fragrant delicacies.

The housekeeper and cook left on time, leaving Yan Zhuoyu alone in the villa.

She didn't feel lonely. She opened her tablet, found a show to watch while eating, and prepared to treat herself.

The small portion of cumin lamb chops was prepared perfectly by the chef, with absolutely no gamey taste. The outer skin was golden and crispy, coated with barbecue seasoning, while the meat inside was tender and juicy, with every bite exuding a rich cumin aroma.

And then there's the shredded pork in sweet bean sauce, rolled up in a thin pancake with shredded scallions...

"How wonderful!"

Yan Zhuoyu thoroughly enjoyed this quiet time of eating, free from work pressure and without having to make do with a boxed lunch.

Just as she finished rolling up another roast duck pancake, Qin Zhuyue called her as if she had smelled the aroma.

"Beautiful Lady Yan, checking up on me! Let me see what you're doing!"

With a smile in her eyes, Yan Zhuoyu turned the camera around and focused it on the table full of dishes.

They were close friends, and she deliberately lowered her voice to joke: "A married beauty, late at night, home alone, husband not around, feeling lonely and restless, secretly eats duck."

Qin Zhuyue was practically drooling: "Great job, Yan, you're amazing. I've recorded it, I'll send it to President Pei right away."

She originally intended to show Yan Zhuoyu the spaghetti the handsome young man had made for her.

But when he saw the table full of delicious-looking food that Yan Zhuoyu had prepared, he couldn't hold back any longer.

She exclaimed, "No way, I want to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast too!"

Then he hung up the phone.

Yan Zhuoyu: "..."

Based on her understanding of Qin Zhuyue, was this Manchu Han Imperial Feast a proper Manchu Han Imperial Feast?

Twelve o'clock in the evening.

Yan Zhuoyu was lying on the soft bed, half asleep.

She felt the other side of the bed sink slightly, and then smelled the familiar scent of shower gel.

She squinted, her eyes stinging and moist, and leaned in to nestle in his arms, her legs dangling over him.

"Honey, you're back."

Pei Weijin hummed in agreement, pulled the blanket up to their necks, and said in a low voice, afraid of disturbing her, "I was cold, so I just took a shower. Did I wake you?"

Yan Zhuoyu rested her head on his arm and rubbed her face against him: "No."

"Honey, you've worked hard. Get some rest. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll take you and Miss Lin to go speedboat riding to relax."

Lin Meinu is Lin Qinglan. Her previous WeChat name was Chunnuan Wokai. Later, she changed it to Lin Meinu after receiving guidance from some expert. She even jokingly told everyone not to add her name in their contacts.

Pei Weijin touched her ear, a faint smile in his eyes: "Okay."

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Private island.

The winter sun cast its last rays on the soft sand, and the sea breeze carried a chill. A speedboat cut through the waves, leaving trails of white foam on the azure surface.

The speedboat docked at the shore, and Lin Qinglan, still a little dazed, gripped the steering wheel.

Her heart was pounding, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with excitement: "Xiao Yan, I've learned it, haven't I! I just drove the speedboat around the area all by myself!"

Yan Zhuoyu nodded with a smile: "Yes, I didn't expect Mom to learn so quickly, she's so smart!"

Adhering to the principle of striving for excellence, she suggested, "Why don't we try another lap, this time at a greater distance, and I'll be there to provide you with safety."

Lin Qinglan smiled and said, "Oh, no need."

She pointed to Pei Jincheng sitting in the back row: "Having your uncle with me is enough. You young people are busy with work, and it's not easy for you to take time to relax. Don't waste it all on us."

Pei Jincheng nodded steadily.

Yan Zhuoyu looked at Lin Qinglan, then at Pei Weijin beside her, still feeling a little uneasy.

Pei Weijin took her hand and said gently, "Don't worry, he also got a driver's license when he was young."

Lin Qinglan couldn't wait for the two of them to spend more time together: "Quickly, both of you get off, I'm setting sail!"

Yan Zhuoyu had no choice but to get out of the car and stand on the shore with Pei Weijin.

With the roar of the engine, Lin Qinglan led Pei Jincheng away, even faster than before.

Yan Zhuoyu observed for a while longer and, after confirming that Lin Qinglan's technique was very steady, she finally felt relieved.

She stood on tiptoe and put her arm around Pei Weijin's shoulder like two good buddies.

"Little Pei, now it's your turn to teach me how to drive a speedboat. If you can't learn, you'll be punished."