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

Chapter 195 It's been 3 days, and President Pei still refuses to wash off the lipstick stain le

Meng Yuting was startled and quickly picked up the organized documents and walked to Pei Weijin's side.

"It's nothing. I just said the meeting minutes have been compiled and distributed, and the information from the recent auctions is also included here. Mr. Pei, please take a look."

Pei Weijin only took the documents after replying to Yan Zhuoyu's message.

He sat in his office chair, flipping through the catalog, but still couldn't find a satisfactory gift to give to Yan Zhuoyu.

After completing his mission, Meng Yuting stood beside Pei Weijin in a daze, waiting for the next instruction.

He secretly glanced at Pei Weijin's two clean hands; the little patterns his wife had drawn on them hadn't lasted long after all.

Two days ago, during a meeting, his respected President Pei inadvertently showed the back of his hand.

Unfortunately, out of respect for President Pei, no one dared to even glance at him, let alone ask any questions.

But after the meeting, all the work groups of the companies Meng Yuting had joined exploded with activity.

[Manager Zhang: It's been three days, and Mr. Pei still won't remove the lipstick stain his wife left behind?]

[Xiao Wu: Report! The Chief Steward said that President Pei printed the design on an A4 sheet of paper on the very first day, then laminated it and hid it in a compartment of his suitcase!]

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"Meng Yuting".

Pei Weijin looked coolly at his absent-minded secretary: "Did I pay you to put on a show of spacing out for me?"

Meng Yuting, as if facing a formidable enemy, asked in alarm, "I'm sorry, President Pei, what did you just say? I didn't hear you. It won't happen again."

Pei Weijin slightly bent his long fingers and rubbed his temples, his expression showing weariness. He wore three watches on his wrist, but didn't seem to mind the weight.

He twirled the white wolf ring on his ring finger, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I just asked you, what should I give my wife for her twenty-fourth birthday?"

Meng Yuting hesitated for a moment: "There is an auction tomorrow afternoon. I suggest you bid for that red diamond and have Mr. Huo's designer cut it to design a set of jewelry for your wife."

Pei Weijin nodded: "Yes, I've already instructed the agent to take the picture."

Red diamonds are extremely rare among minerals, especially red diamonds of this weight, which are extremely rare.

It was indeed intended to be delivered to Yan Zhuoyu, so the instructions were given early on to bid a high price directly.

Meng Yuting was silent for a moment, then asked considerately, "President Pei, do you still have any concerns? I can offer some suggestions for your consideration."

He carefully observed Pei Weijin's expression.

This man, who is usually decisive, once again showed a rare expression of hesitation.

Pei Weijin pushed the picture albums to Meng Yuting, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable seriousness.

“My wife’s birthday is a very important event. This is the first time I’ve celebrated her birthday since we got married. Although we can’t have a big celebration due to limited resources, my feelings for her are still very strong.”

"If you simply give her some jewelry, it seems unoriginal. For her, it's just an extra touch of elegance, not a necessity."

Pei Weijin tapped the table lightly with his index finger, still thinking about Yan Zhuoyu's birthday.

After a moment's thought, Meng Yuting suggested, "Why not give them cars, real estate, or even yachts or private jets as gifts?"

“She’s been driving the car you gave her. In Italy, she also piloted a yacht and holds a professional certificate. However, it seems she doesn’t currently own a yacht of her own,” Meng Yuting added.

Pei Weijin glanced at him: "I've already made arrangements for the yacht."

Having followed Pei Weijin for many years, Meng Yuting was able to understand his superior's thoughts to some extent.

After a moment's thought, he understood Pei Weijin's dilemma: "I understand, Mr. Pei. You are weighing how to choose the gift that best represents your feelings from among many gifts as a birthday present for your wife."

“For an ordinary person, one gift might be enough. But considering your financial situation, I think it would be better to give your wife multiple gifts at once.”

Meng Yuting also provided examples from her own life as a reference: "Like Xiao Wu from the company's finance department, her boyfriend gave her more than twenty gifts on her birthday, saying that he wanted to make up for the birthday regrets of the past twenty years."

Pei Weijin nodded approvingly: "Secretary Meng's suggestion is excellent, let's do it that way."

He sent all the purchase information to Meng Yuting. It didn't seem like a decision he had just made; it seemed more like he was looking for an excuse to send out all these gifts without worry, so that Yan Zhuoyu wouldn't accuse him of wasting money.

Meng Yuting looked at the form sent by President Pei and was speechless.

Fifty-two gifts...

Each item is carefully selected, with the earliest pre-order dates dating back to last year.

If he remembers correctly, President Pei was still single last year.

As expected of a business tycoon who plans ahead and prepares for any eventuality, this was truly a long-planned scheme.

3pm.

Fresh ingredients air-freighted to the hotel arrived on time, and Meng Yuting carefully categorized and stored the chilled ingredients in the refrigerator.

He turned to Pei Weijin and said politely, "President Pei, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now. Please feel free to call me if you have any further instructions or needs."

Pei Weijin was busy replying to messages, so he replied briefly: "Yes, Merry Christmas. This month's salary has been paid in advance. If anything is missing, please report it to the finance department."

Meng Yuting's eyes widened in horror. Had he misheard? President Pei was sending him his blessings!

After the initial surprise, he calmly took out his phone in front of his boss to check his pay details.

President Pei had already told him that his salary would be tripled during business trips. Meng Yuting was overjoyed when he saw his six-figure monthly salary.

He cleared his throat lightly: "Thank you, Mr. Pei. Merry Christmas to you too, and may you and your wife have a long and happy marriage!"

Pei Weijin hadn't intended to pay any more attention to Meng Yuting, but upon hearing the rest, he chuckled and waved for him to leave.

Meng Yuting left in high spirits.

Look, President Pei has become more and more humane since he and his wife got married.

He opened the company group chat, and there was another round of cheers.

Only the finance department is wailing: "You guys are having a good time, but what's happening to us who have to work overtime calculating salaries?!"

After Meng Yuting left, Pei Weijin played back all the audio recordings he had just read in text format.

The woman's voice was slightly breathless, indicating that she was sending the message while walking.

He listened until the very last message, which arrived just as he was talking to Meng Yuting.

—Honey, Merry Christmas! Oh, and I also wanted to wish you a Happy Winter Solstice, which I didn't get a chance to say before. There's no one outside right now, so I'll take the elevator up to find you. You don't need to come out to meet me; I'll just ring the doorbell and you can open the door.

Pei Weijin didn't ask her why she had a room key and why she had to knock on the door.

He took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves above his forearms, and replied, "Okay, I'll go knead the dough and make the wontons you want. Do you want them with just meat filling or with some shepherd's purse?"

On the winter solstice, it is traditionally customary for every household to eat dumplings. However, in northern Beijing, there is a local custom of eating wontons on the winter solstice and noodles on the summer solstice, symbolizing reunion and happiness.

When they were little, their grandmother would make wontons for the two of them, and Yan Zhuoyu especially loved eating them.

After they got separated, Pei Weijin specially asked his grandmother for tips so that Yan Zhuoyu could eat the same wontons again in the future.

The flour and water were gradually kneaded together until they became smooth.

The rain outside was getting heavier, hitting the windowpane, while the room was lit by warm yellow lights—perfect weather for sleeping.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang, and Pei Weijin washed his hands and went to open the door.

He looked at the electronic peephole.

Yan Zhuoyu changed her clothes, and a large black down jacket wrapped her up tightly, with two packets of instant noodles stuffed in her pocket.

She seemed a little nervous, and as she raised her hand to ring the doorbell again, her rose gold bracelet slipped inadvertently from her sleeve.

Two metal bells collided with each other, producing a delicate and pleasant tinkling sound.