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

Chapter 49 Mr. Pei, don't just say "Chapter," show it to me.

cemetery.

The woman in the photo on the marble tombstone has a bright smile and a radiant spirit. This is a photo of Jiang Yuelin before her marriage, a photo of her freedom and without any repression.

Yan Shuting was forced to kneel before the grave, gritting his teeth as he said, "Unfilial daughter! Yan Zhuoyu, tell them to release me!"

"Dad, Mom, I don't want to stay here! There are ghosts here! Ghosts! I don't want to!"

The quiet cemetery was filled with the sounds of children crying. If this cemetery weren't a private area, it would probably have already angered the caretakers, who would have come to drive them away.

Stepmother Lin Moqing pretended to suffer from heatstroke and collapsed weakly, her voice pitiful: "Zhuoyu, if you have grievances in your heart, take them out on me. But please don't treat your biological father like this, and Xiaolong, he is still young, please have mercy."

Yan Shuting angrily said, "Don't beg her! You're like a sparrow that has flown up a branch and thinks you're a phoenix. Your stepmother and I are the ones who are truly devoted to each other. You're nothing but a burden to me and this dead man. I've raised you all this time, so if you have any complaints, you better keep them to yourself!"

"With your willful and reckless behavior, Pei Weijin will get tired of you sooner or later! Your arrogant and unruly nature makes you unfit to be the mistress of the Pei family! You were lucky this time with the Song family, but you'll cause even bigger trouble sooner or later! When that happens, you'll be the first to sacrifice the Pei family!"

Yan Zhuoyu remained expressionless, her heart unmoved: "In the end, it's just because I didn't let you manipulate me like Mother did, and you couldn't gain any advantage over me, so you got anxious?"

She gently raised her hand, and the bodyguards stepped forward to cover the mouths of the three people, leaving only the sound of cicadas chirping in the trees in the cemetery.

Yan Zhuoyu stared at her mother's photo, her heart filled with desolation. If her mother hadn't mentioned the pencil case that day, would everything have been different?

Ever since she could remember, her family was either constantly arguing or in endless silence. If two people in love could end up like this, what about a business marriage?

Yan Zhuoyu knew very well that Pei Weijin was the one in power with the right to life and death in this marriage. She only hoped that if one day this business marriage had to end, the two of them could choose a more dignified way.

"Miss Yan."

The bodyguard leader suddenly stepped forward and whispered, "Secretary Meng just informed me that President Pei is here."

"it is good."

Yan Zhuoyu lowered her eyes slightly, signaling the bodyguards to let go, and the sound of three people singing opera filled the cemetery again.

A moment later, steady, familiar footsteps sounded from behind, and Yan Shuting's shouting came to an abrupt halt.

His expression instantly changed from arrogant and angry to a fawning smile: "Mr. Pei... you've arrived."

Yan Zhuoyu turned around, her gaze falling on the dark red striped tie under the man's collar, and she suddenly changed her mind.

She suppressed the upward curve of her lips, blinked her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.

"Honey, you've finally arrived!"

The voice was incredibly tender and charming, and even President Pei, who was well-prepared to be coquettish with Mrs. Pei, was a little overwhelmed.

Pei Weijin caught the woman who fell into his arms steadily, gently placing his hand on her supple waist. She was wearing a little white dress, which matched the online name of Mrs. Pei.

A resilient little white flower.

He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away Yan Zhuoyu's tears: "What's wrong, wife?"

Although it looks a bit like acting, crying so hard that your eyes are wet with tears is still bad for your eyes.

Yan Zhuoyu's sobs paused, and she looked at Pei Weijin with teary eyes, finding it strange.

Huh? What did he just call me, wife?

She suddenly remembered that she was still clinging to his leg, and said with a wronged look, "Honey, should I go and apologize?"

Pei Weijin glanced at Lawyer Yue not far away, then looked away and helped Yan Zhuoyu sit down on the stone bench.

Secretary Meng immediately stepped forward to hold an umbrella to shield his wife from the sun.

"What are you apologizing for?" Pei Weijin asked, his tone displeased.

Yan Zhuoyu feigned weakness and said in a teasing tone, "My father said I am not a good wife and am not worthy of being your wife. He also said that you will abandon me sooner or later."

"So, I'm thinking of apologizing to the Song family's daughter. I shouldn't have accepted the crown my husband gave me, and I shouldn't have carelessly thrown away the Zhou family's eldest son's business card. I'll listen to my father and apologize to them one by one, otherwise, my husband will abandon me, boohoo..."

As she spoke, she got up and threw herself into Pei Weijin's arms, crying again, but this time it was all bark and no bite.

The black umbrella then moved to above their heads, and Secretary Meng tried her best to stand on tiptoe to ensure that the umbrella would not touch Pei Weijin.

Yan Shuting was stunned: "No, no, she wasn't like that just now, I didn't, President Pei, please let me explain..."

Lin Moqing held Yan Longyu in her arms without saying a word. This was the second time she had seen Pei Weijin. This man was not someone she could afford to offend, nor could she be swayed by a few words.

Pei Weijin patted Yan Zhuoyu's back to comfort her and gestured for her to sit down and rest. Then he looked down at Yan Shuting, who was kneeling on the ground, with a cold gaze.

Yan Shuting didn't even dare to look up, only staring at the pair of expensive black leather shoes in front of him. The sound coming from above sent a chill down his spine.

"To weigh interests is the act of an incompetent; to let one's wife suffer is the act of a coward."

“Mr. Yan, if you can’t even handle your family affairs, the company’s affairs must be in a mess as well. I will consider changing partners for the business cooperation project. As for the other investors, I will let them handle it at their discretion.”

Yan Shuting's pupils contracted sharply. He crawled a few steps on his knees, wanting to plead for mercy, but dared not act rashly, fearing that he would anger the unpredictable CEO Pei.

He had originally thought that, for the sake of his daughter, Pei Weijin would indulge and support the Yan family...

After the group left, a bouquet of white lilies appeared before the grave. Lin Moqing finally couldn't hold back her sobs and cried out, "Shuting, what are we going to do? Our family is gone, where will our children live, and what about the company..."

"Once they all withdraw their investment, the company will go bankrupt with losses!"

……

After returning home, Yan Zhuoyu lifted the hand that the two had been holding all the way. Even with the air conditioning on in the car, her palms were still sweaty.

"President Pei, are you still not planning to let go?"

"Why should I let go? Can't I even hold my own wife's hand?"

Pei Weijin not only refused to let go, but also pulled her into his arms.

Seeing her bloodshot eyes, filled with tenderness, he gently kissed her ear, causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly: "Even if you don't cry, I will still support you."

This time, Yan Zhuoyu was certain that her heart was beating too fast; even when she was suspended by wires, her heartbeat had never been so uncontrollable.

Several images flashed through her mind, and she raised her hand politely to separate the two of them.

"Of course, I trust Mr. Pei's character. Thank you for protecting me in the Yan family. I know you are only kind to me because I am Mrs. Pei. You have always been responsible, and I believe that whoever becomes your wife will receive the same love and care from you."

Pei Weijin was suddenly pushed away, his arms suddenly empty: "...?"

The woman who had uttered those harsh words had already gone upstairs without any hesitation.

The bedroom door was gently closed, and Pei Weijin followed. Yan Zhuoyu treated him like he wasn't there, which made him a little emotional. He stepped forward and grabbed Yan Zhuoyu's wrist.

"No matter what Yan Shuting said to you, Mrs. Pei will only be you, and my wife will only be you. There will never be anyone else. I'm not so kind as to love everyone I see."

Yan Zhuoyu was pulled by the arm and looked up in the direction of the hand.

It wasn't that she deliberately doubted Pei Weijin's sincerity; it was just that her parents had said similar things when they were in love, and later, her mother would often repeat these words to her as if they were precious treasures.

Pei Weijin waited quietly for her reply, at least to say something.

Yan Zhuoyu smiled perfunctorily: "I know, I mean in case you really meet someone you like later, just let me know in time, I won't pester you, I'll give up my position, and we can part amicably."

Pei Weijin didn't want to hear her say things he didn't like, so he loosened his tie, bent down, and carried Yan Zhuoyu to the table.

In case things don't escalate and someone steps aside, what's the point of a peaceful parting?

Every word pierced his heart. What did they take him for?

Yan Zhuoyu was held by the waist, with a wall behind her and a man's strong body in front of her. His kiss, filled with annoyance, made it almost impossible for her to breathe, and her whole body was covered with his scent.

At first, her hand on his shoulder was a sign of resistance, but it gradually took on a different meaning.

Pei Weijin finally gave her a chance to catch her breath. He nestled against Yan Zhuoyu's neck, the thin silk ribbon on his shoulder slipping down, his hot breath spreading across her fair and sensitive skin, stirring up a blush.

He tucked the loose tie into Yan Zhuoyu's palm, and her slightly disheveled appearance was clearly reflected in his light gray eyes.

"Yan Zhuoyu, I'm telling you this very seriously, you are the one I love, and you will always have control over me."

Can you trust what a man says at the table?

Yan Zhuoyu believes that, at least his physical reaction is very convincing.

She gently hooked one long leg up and suddenly pulled on the tie in her hand. Pei Weijin smelled the familiar, crisp scent of pine wood. In that instant, the thought that popped into his head was that Mrs. Pei had secretly used his shower gel again.

The woman gently stroked the top of his head with her soft palm, her voice as if floating down from the clouds: "President Pei, don't speak, just show me."