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

Chapter 86 After she achieves success and gives me a proper status, I will give her a perfect weddin

After leaving Qiuyun Bar, Fu Zhuchen leaned back comfortably in the back seat, laughing heartily.

"They just got back from France and haven't even had a chance to breathe in the fresh air of their homeland yet, and tonight you're going to scare them so much they'll run back to France."

Pei Weijin ignored him and sent a message to Yan Zhuoyu on his phone.

Report to the bar I'm going to tonight.

Fu Zhuchen rolled down the car window, still replaying the scene in his mind: "You just said 'trouble comes from the mouth,' and he turned pale with fright. I don't know what kind of torture he imagined."

"Ignorance is no excuse, but it is wrong to make malicious assumptions about others."

Pei Weijin put away his phone and turned to him: "However, you also bear some responsibility for this."

Fu Zhuchen: "?"

He now understands what it means to have trouble because of what you say.

Pei Weijin patiently explained, "Yan Zhuoyu is the most promising new star in your company. Since you saw him trying to extort money from my wife online, why didn't you handle it through public relations or send a lawyer's letter?"

Fu Zhuchen: "???"

He yelled, "You're so heartless! When did your company become mine? You just gave it to me for free after managing it for a few days? Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a good thing. You're a heartless and exploitative capitalist."

Pei Weijin chuckled, feigning generosity: "It's yours, don't be shy."

"There's no need for that. It's only because I'm kind that I'm willing to help you."

Fu Zhuchen grumbled and cursed, but he didn't really refuse to continue acting as the agent for the company.

As a non-only child, he always hoped his younger brother would succeed, leaving all the household chores to him. When he wasn't filming, he was quite idle.

If Pei Weijin hadn't been so loyal, he wouldn't have worked as a laborer for free.

Although the three of them often stab each other in the back with knives, they will never refuse to help each other when necessary.

Meng Yuting drove smoothly and soon arrived at the villa.

Before getting out of the car, Pei Weijin reminded him, "Don't forget to take care of your business tomorrow. I'll accompany you to Xin Nanshan's inspection. If you can bring Fu Yuan along, it will be more convincing."

"My brother?" Fu Zhuchen casually scratched his head: "He brought him along."

Just as Pei Weijin was about to leave, Fu Zhuchen called him back.

Fu Zhuchen rested his arm on the car window and asked casually, "Brother Pei, you asked me to ask my brother about Jiangyang Island. Are you planning to farm, retire, and live a secluded life?"

Pei Weijin didn't stop walking, but his voice came clearly: "It's nothing. I was just thinking that the wedding with Yan Zhuoyu was a bit rushed. After she achieves success and gives me a proper status, we'll have a perfect wedding."

Fu Zhuchen slowly rolled up the car window. Upon hearing these words, he felt as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat and a thorn in his back.

What success and fame, what official recognition...

Do you think you're a virgin waiting for your scholar wife to pass the imperial examination?

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The film crew is nearing the end of the production.

Tan Wenbo, fanning himself with a large palm-leaf fan, sat under the sunshade, carefully checking every detail with several cameramen. He excitedly announced, "Everyone has worked hard. We expect to be able to fix those minor flaws by tomorrow morning and then officially wrap up filming! Are you all planning to continue on your way, or stay another night?"

Yan Zhuoyu was woken up by the heat this morning. She got up very early and yawned listlessly.

"Let's keep going. It'll be cloudy tomorrow, so it'll be cooler on the way back in the afternoon."

Fan Wenran nodded in agreement, and she raised her phone with a worried expression: "I thought it would be fine as the weather was hot, and the environment would be quiet, but who knew that there would be no signal all day today. I'm coming clean, I'm an internet addict and I can't live without my phone."

The cameraman chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Hmph, I've already kicked my internet addiction. The next step is to enter old age and rely on newspapers to keep up with the news."

"Hahahahahaha."

The group made jokes to find some humor in the midst of their misery, but the thought that they could leave tomorrow gradually lifted their spirits after the terrible mood caused by the lack of signal.

At noon, people from the small restaurant came to deliver boxed lunches, and the village chief followed closely behind.

Just as Li Xumin said, after the live broadcast that day, women and children came out to play because it was getting cold.

These past few days, most of the food delivery workers have been middle-aged women, but they seem a bit reserved and shy.

Yan Zhuoyu had no interest in investigating these trivial matters. As soon as the food arrived, Fan Wenran dragged her to line up to get her boxed lunch.

The village chief, covered in sweat, bowed apologetically to everyone: "I'm so sorry. You're all about to leave, and this unpleasant incident happened. The village maintenance team broke the pipe, and they've already called someone to fix it. I'm really sorry."

Tan Wenbo smiled and reassured him, "It's okay, it's okay, we're used to it, hahaha. Looking at your phone less is good for your eyes."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief and began chatting with Tan Wenbo.

Fewer and fewer people are queuing to receive their meals.

Yan Zhuoyu frowned. She had come with Fan Wenran, so why did the aunt who was distributing the food always seem to ignore her, whether intentionally or unintentionally?

Yan Zhuoyu called out to her and asked, "Auntie, when is it my turn?"

The woman serving the food seemed deaf, continuing her work and ignoring Yan Zhuoyu's questions.

Seeing this, an actress who had just received her lunchbox kindly said, "Sister Yan, why don't you eat mine first? I'll wait in line for a while longer."

Yan Zhuoyu politely declined her offer: "No need, you've been waiting in line for a long time too, I'll just wait a little longer."

Finally, when only Yan Zhuoyu was left in the group, the aunt looked up, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

The woman quickly glanced at the village chief, then quietly pulled a slip of paper from her sleeve and stuffed it into the lunch bag she was about to hand to Yan Zhuoyu.

As she handed over the lunchbox, a bruise was visible on her wrist. Her voice was low and urgent: "Hurry up and go, don't let anyone find out."

Yan Zhuoyu felt like she had been given a hot potato; she wanted to throw it away, but Fan Wenran had already come over.

Fan Wenran asked, "Hey, Sister Yan, why did she slip you a note? Can I read it?"

Yan Zhuoyu picked up the note and handed it to her, reminding her, "Look at this, open it from a distance, be careful there might be some powder inside."

Fan Wenran gasped, carefully stepped aside, and obediently kept her hand far away before slowly opening it.

The note contained no medicine powder, only a few crooked, childlike words, interspersed with numerous typos.

[Request for redress, human trafficking, office use, external censorship]