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

What's there to investigate in Chapter 116? It's just love-struck behavior.

Before the excitement surrounding the auditions for "Sword Chant" had even died down, Director Fu's team uploaded carefully selected audition clips to a public platform. This was partly to prevent netizens from questioning the auditions, and partly to get feedback from them.

There are three candidates for the female lead: Yan Zhuoyu, Shan Meishuang, and Du Ruoyun.

Du Ruoyun is a rising star with a prominent family background and impeccable political integrity. Her upright character has attracted many fans who are dedicated to her career. These fans say that supporting her will never lead to any scandals.

Ultimately, however, their fan base couldn't compare to Yan Zhuoyu and the other two, and by the third day, the vote difference had gradually widened.

The choice for the female lead will undoubtedly be between Yan Zhuoyu and Shan Meishuang.

Pei Group.

Inside the office, the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a glimpse of the city skyline.

The sweet and sour aroma of preserved plums in the air intertwines with the calm and mellow scent of ebony, adding a touch of vibrant life to the understated yet luxurious decor.

A man in a suit with dyed silver hair sat casually in his office chair, toying with a string of priceless sandalwood prayer beads between his fingers, and making a sarcastic remark:

"That crazy Huo dog, I don't know what's so great about these Buddhist beads. What a load of bull from the Beijing Buddhist circle, isn't he afraid of getting tenosynovitis?"

Pei Weijin chuckled upon hearing this: "When Huo Wenji was playing with his Buddhist beads a few years ago, why didn't you say anything to his face?"

Fu Zhuchen casually tossed the prayer beads onto the table, making a crisp sound.

He said matter-of-factly, "Obviously, I'm a coward."

Seeing that Pei Weijin ignored him, Fu Zhuchen winked mischievously again, deliberately bringing up the most awkward topic: "Zhuoye, as a die-hard fan of Ms. Yan, you should have been paying attention to the recent casting of Jianyin, right?"

He's quite handsome when he's serious; his peach blossom eyes are smiling as he looks at Pei Weijin.

The indoor temperature was just right. Pei Weijin was only wearing a black silk shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, revealing the three watches that were always on his wrist.

Silver-rimmed glasses perched on his high, straight nose, giving him a refined and ascetic air. He stared indifferently at the computer screen, his pale, bony fingers occasionally dragging the mouse.

Upon hearing Fu Zhuchen's question, Pei Weijin gave a noncommittal reply.

"Yeah. I know."

Fu Zhuchen's eyes darted around, he placed his hand on the table, leaned forward to close the distance between them, and deliberately said:

"Speaking of which, your sister-in-law is both an employee of our company and your wife, President Pei. It seems that Shan Meishuang has a higher approval rating right now. Should we pull some strings for her and do something behind the scenes?"

Pei Weijin finally looked up, his gaze deep but without any ripples: "No need. Use your professional director's ideas to determine the candidates. Don't worry about these trivial matters."

"My wife hopes to fulfill her mother's dream through her own efforts."

Fu Zhuchen, a critic, pointed fingers at Pei Weijin in front of him.

"Hey, I've noticed that you're really something. You're so taciturn when you're chatting with your buddies, but you become so talkative when you talk about your wife."

Pei Weijin didn't take it seriously and turned his attention back to the computer screen.

Fu Zhuchen was already used to his "cold and aloof corporate slave" demeanor. He shrugged and continued, "Well, the voting ends tonight, and it looks like Shan Meishuang has it in the bag. But I've also prepared other scripts for my sister-in-law. As for acting skills, you can hone them slowly; this industry can't be rushed."

Pei Weijin gave a brief "hmm" and added, "If Teacher Qin has any new scripts in the future, I'll keep an eye on the copyright for you."

Fu Zhuchen wasn't as enthusiastic as before. He gave a perfunctory "hmm" and then picked up his phone to take a look.

Then, recalling the mother of Yan Zhuoyu that had just been mentioned, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

"Your sister-in-law's mother is Jiang Yuelin, right?"

Pei Weijin nodded: "Yes, why?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a bit nostalgic. I practically grew up watching her movies. Back then, Jiang Yuelin was a national goddess, starring in one movie after another, incredibly popular. Many big shots pursued her, but it's a pity that such a swan-like figure retired from the entertainment industry at the peak of her career for Yan Shuting, only winning a Hong Kong Film Award, and in the end..."

He sighed, his tone full of regret, "That old bastard Yan Shuting still uses her after he died, saying that she was driven to death by the cyberbullying of her fans. It's really chilling."

Pei Weijin listened quietly. He knew very little about Jiang Yuelin's past and it was not appropriate for him to say much.

When emotions run high, there's no room for rationality to distinguish right from wrong. Just like Yan Zhuoyu said before, Jiang Yuelin and Yan Shuting may have truly loved each other, but true feelings can change in an instant, which is always regrettable.

He didn't have the energy to care about how others did; all he wanted to do was ensure that Yan Zhuoyu had no regrets.

As for Yan Shuting, he indeed failed to fulfill his responsibilities both inside and outside the home, and was no good person.

Just as Fu Zhuchen was reminiscing about the once-famous Hong Kong stars, his phone on the table suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts.

He paused for a moment, then answered the phone right in front of Pei Weijin, without any attempt to hide it.

Pei Weijin remained indifferent, not paying any attention to him at all.

As soon as the call ended, Fu Zhuchen threw his phone back on the table, his voice filled with obvious dissatisfaction: "Well, Shan Meishuang never intended to accept 'Sword Chant' in the first place. I was just used as a stepping stone to get rid of her."

Pei Weijin finally took his hand off the mouse. He calmly picked up the teapot that was placed aside, poured a cup of tea for Fu Zhuchen, pushed it in front of him, and asked indifferently, "What's going on?"

Fu Zhuchen said speechlessly, "Shan Meishuang suddenly posted on Weibo, saying that she was not destined for 'Sword Chant,' and that there would be a more suitable candidate. While apologizing, she used the traffic to promote her newly announced movie, which was invested in by your third uncle's son..."

Pei Weijin remained expressionless throughout until Fu Zhuchen finished speaking, at which point he finally spoke: "So, after she withdraws, my wife will likely play the female lead in 'Sword Chant'?"

Fu Zhuchen downed the tea in one gulp, but couldn't taste any sour, sweet, bitter or astringent flavor.

He snapped his fingers: "Yes, but why is your third uncle suddenly interested in the film and television industry?"

Pei Weijin chuckled lightly: "Let him be, he can't cause any trouble."

Fu Zhuchen stood up, preparing to leave: "Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be going."

Pei Weijin suddenly clicked the mouse a few times quickly, as if he had finally made a difficult decision.

He gently turned the computer screen so that it faced Fu Zhuchen.

"Don't go yet, help me choose a couple's profile picture and nickname."

Fu Zhuchen: "???"

He's such a jerk. Why did he linger for just a few more seconds? He could have left earlier and not been left to choose this piece of junk.

The screen displays several pairs of couple usernames, followed by two pairs of couple profile pictures. The usernames are quite proper, very poetic, and subtle.

But this profile picture is a bit outrageous...

"Are you having a relapse into your alternative style addiction?"

Fu Zhuchen stared at him incredulously: "I remember this photo is a still from a movie where my sister-in-law is carrying a male celebrity in a princess carry. You asked me to Photoshop that male celebrity out, and I even joked that you wanted to do it yourself. I didn't expect you to actually do it!?"

Pei Weijin frowned, clearly not understanding Fu Zhuchen's excitement.

"Any questions?"

He nodded slightly: "I understand. I haven't thanked you for your valuable advice yet."

Fu Zhuchen's pupils dilated in shock: "Is that what I meant???"

Seriously, they've all gone crazy in their relationships!

After leaving the office, Fu Zhuchen happened to run into Meng Yuting, who was about to deliver some documents.

He patted Secretary Meng on the shoulder and said with a serious expression, "Take your boss to get his brain checked when you have time."

Secretary Meng: "..."

What's there to investigate? It's just love-struck behavior.

Besides, since President Pei got married, the company's performance has skyrocketed, and the team atmosphere has become more harmonious.

There's absolutely no need to see a doctor!

"Those who love their wives will find wealth coming from all directions"—this saying has almost become a golden rule in the company!