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

Chapter 41 She just suddenly missed Pei Weijin.

"Miss Yan, did you harbor resentment towards Li Yunsheng for some time, which led you to plot the murder?"

"Ms. Yan, aren't you afraid of going to jail for doing such a thing?"

"Could you reveal your motives? Is it a personal grudge, or do you have powerful backing that allows you to bully others at will?"

……

Yan Zhuoyu sat quietly on the iron chair in the police station, her head down, her mind filled with the reporters' aggressive questions.

Those questions were extremely sharp and misleading, clearly prepared in advance. No matter what she said, it would be distorted and misinterpreted, and the internet is probably already in an uproar.

The chair exuded a bone-chilling cold, and you could almost smell the strong rust in it.

This reminded her of the car accident, in which her mother was run over and dragged for more than ten meters by a drunk driver who then fled the scene.

She was young then, and all she remembers is the bright red stains on the ground and the crowd of passersby who indifferently took photos with their phones and posted them online to attract attention...

As she was pondering, a warm cup of rose red bean milk tea was placed on Yan Zhuoyu's face.

Xu Guinan hadn't had time to remove her makeup yet, and after the incident, she kept running around beside him.

He placed the milk tea in Yan Zhuoyu's hand and politely sat down one chair away.

"Don't worry, the surveillance cameras on set recorded everything clearly. Zhang Huyong's every move was captured on camera. And you reacted quickly; he was stopped before he could even get into the car."

"The police are just going through the motions and taking a statement."

Yan Zhuoyu held the milk tea in her hands, but didn't drink a drop: "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Xu."

Seeing this, Xu Guinan mistakenly thought she was frightened by what had just happened and didn't even dare to drink the milk tea, so he gently explained:

"Don't be shy, I've already called my lawyer over, maybe he can help. The air conditioning here is too low, you female celebrities are all so concerned about maintaining your figures, right? Just use this milk tea to warm your hands, don't let your manager see it and misunderstand."

Yan Zhuoyu hummed in agreement, but her attitude revealed a hint of distance as she politely declined his offer: "No need, my lawyer will be here soon."

"That's true. I saw your news online before. Attorney Yue is indeed a top-notch lawyer in the industry. My lawyer is nowhere near as good as him."

Xu Guinan gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Yan Zhuoyu didn't reply. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate it; she just didn't like this kind of presumptuous kindness.

Xu Guinan seemed enthusiastic, but in reality he didn't really help much. Instead, he made her feel a bit burdened and indebted to him.

And this cup of red bean soup—she's allergic to red beans, and Xu Guinan isn't close to her, so it's normal that he doesn't know.

All that happened today, in the grand scheme of things, is nothing.

She just... suddenly missed Pei Weijin a little.

Upon receiving the news, Attorney Yue sped over, thoughtfully bringing Secretary Meng with him.

He was very efficient in handling matters, and Yan Zhuoyu finished taking her statement in no time.

As for the group of media reporters who had been blocking the entrance of the police station, they were all dispersed by the Pei family's well-trained professional bodyguard team.

Pei Weijin went to Italy on a business trip, but left his capable assistant Meng Yuting with her.

Secretary Meng politely inquired and thoughtfully opened the car door for the two of them.

"Madam, shall I take you and your agent directly back to the company, or are there other arrangements?"

Qiao Xinyun was somewhat flattered. She never expected to receive such a service from Pei Group's chief secretary, who personally opened the door for her.

She coughed lightly, released her hand from Yan Zhuoyu's, and said voluntarily, "Well, how about I drive back to the company myself and not trouble you? You can take Yan Zhuoyu back to her apartment."

When asked about her celebrity husband's absence and his habit of staying in an apartment, Qiao Xinyun gave the usual answer.

Yan Zhuoyu shook her head and pulled her into the car: "Let me take you back to the company first. No one will dare to stop the Pei family's car, so it's safer on the road. If you drive the nanny van back, it will be troublesome if you encounter reporters."

Qiao Xinyun thought it made sense, so she obediently got into the car.

After safely delivering Qiao Xinyun to the company, Secretary Meng prepared to drive to the apartment.

Sitting in the back, Yan Zhuoyu suddenly changed her mind: "Secretary Meng, please take me back to the villa. I just saw a notice from the property management saying that the apartment building is experiencing a power outage."

Secretary Meng didn't ask any further questions and quickly adjusted the navigation route.

Yan Zhuoyu stared blankly out the car window, her right hand wrapped in thick gauze. It didn't hurt as much as before; it felt numb and tingly.

In reality, the apartment building would never experience a power outage. The annual property management fees are high, and the complex has its own generator. She just wanted to find an excuse to go back to the villa.

Back at the villa, the butler was pleasantly surprised to see Yan Zhuoyu and warmly inquired about the dinner arrangements: "Madam, what would you like for dinner? We've recently hired an Italian chef, would you like to..."

Yan Zhuoyu originally wanted to say that she had no appetite, but then she changed her mind and said, "An Italian chef?"

“I can’t eat too much by myself, so I asked him to pick a few of the signature dishes that Mr. Pei ate today and replicate them.”

The housekeeper nodded happily: "Yes, madam, I will go and confirm with the master right away."

It wasn't long before he received a reply.

The new Italian chef quickly began to demonstrate his culinary skills. Too many things had happened that day, and Yan Zhuoyu didn't have much of an appetite. She ate a little and then put down her chopsticks.

The food was very well made; I wonder if it tasted the same as the food Pei Weijin ate.

At 6 p.m., Yan Zhuoyu received a call from Qiao Xinyun.

"Hey, Zhuoyu, take a good rest these next few days. The film crew has temporarily stopped working. I'll let you know when filming resumes. Also, don't go online for the next few days. The advertiser suddenly canceled the contract for the endorsement that's due the day after tomorrow. I'm dealing with this now, and I'll let you know as soon as there are any new developments."

Qiao Xinyun's tone was unusually serious, something she had never heard before. Yan Zhuoyu knew without even thinking how chaotic the internet was.

This was definitely orchestrated by the Song family, and it's possible the Zhou family was also involved.

"What about the company? With something this big happening, they should at least have some kind of response, right?"

Qiao Xinyun paused for a moment, probably knowing she couldn't hide it from her, and simply said, "The initial contract was for ten years, but now the company wants to terminate it and will have to pay a penalty. They plan to handle it quietly, transferring all resources to a few newcomers, trying to force you to terminate the contract yourself."

"Furthermore, the public relations department somehow obtained your account and, together with the company, issued an apology statement immediately."

"Song Zhiyu also took advantage of Li Yunsheng's misfortune, which led many celebrities to repost in support of Li Yunsheng, and the online public opinion was one-sided."

Yan Zhuoyu felt a sharp pain from the wound on her palm, her voice slightly hoarse due to her emotional turmoil:

"An apology? The official statement hasn't even been released yet, and they're already so eager?"