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

Chapter 27 President Pei is blatantly seducing me again.

The video call connected, and a man in a black bathrobe appeared on the phone screen.

Pei Weijin appeared to be adjusting the angle of his phone stand, with only his upper body in the frame. His belt was casually tied around his waist, his shirt was half-open, and water droplets slowly slid down his skin, disappearing beneath his bathrobe.

Muscles are firm, contours are well-defined, and sexual tension is extremely impactful.

Yan Zhuoyu thought to herself, "This is absolutely blatant seduction, what a show-off!"

But her hand betrayed her, secretly bringing the phone closer to her face to prevent others from seeing anything she shouldn't.

"Just finished showering?" she asked softly, her gaze sweeping over the lingering moisture on Pei Weijin's body. His light gray eyes were cold and deep, like frost in winter, exuding a chilling aura.

Pei Weijin deliberately rotated his phone camera slightly so that Yan Zhuoyu could see that there was no one else in the room.

When he sat down, his collar opened even wider, exposing more skin to the air, and his voice was steady and gentle.

"Yes, I'll be going back in a couple of days. Someone's keeping an eye on things online, so Mrs. Pei doesn't need to worry too much about me. Just focus on filming."

Yan Zhuoyu narrowed her eyes, her cunning tinged with a foxy charm: "Who's worried about you? Stop being so narcissistic."

She complained about him, but her eyes were honestly glued to his body. When President Pei had just finished showering, his skin was cool and smooth like jade, and he had a faint scent of pine. It was probably the moment she liked him the most.

"Really? I thought Mrs. Pei was asking me when I was coming home because she missed me."

Pei Weijin's eyes were somewhat dim, as if he were feeling lost.

The white frost shattered into water at the slightest touch, creating a vivid sense of fragmentation.

Not to mention, Pei Weijin's shoulders, neck, chest, and abdomen were covered with marks left by her that day...

Yan Zhuoyu stammered for a moment, then blurted out in a moment of madness, "Don't act like I've ruined you."

"ravage?"

Pei Weijin was stunned for a moment. It wasn't that he hadn't heard of this word before, but he never expected that one day it would be used to describe himself.

"You heard wrong."

Yan Zhuoyu vehemently denied it, feeling that those two words were too insulting. She figured that President Pei, who didn't like going online, probably wouldn't understand what she meant and would genuinely think she was insulting him.

Unexpectedly, aside from his initial stunned reaction, Pei Weijin did not show any displeasure. Instead, he replied earnestly, "If Mrs. Pei likes this style, I can learn it."

Then, as if he really wanted to put it into practice, Pei Weijin tore off his belt.

"!!!"

Yan Zhuoyu quickly hung up the phone and stood up abruptly from the sofa, but her mind was still stuck on the scene she had just witnessed.

It's not like we've never met before, so why is it still...?

She was on the phone with her earphones on, so Qin Zhuyue didn't hear their conversation. She only saw her rosy cheeks and teased, "Sigh~ Some people make a phone call and their lips practically curl into a smile, and they say they have no feelings~"

Yan Zhuoyu coughed lightly and snorted unreasonably, "What? I can't exactly cry while making a phone call, can I?"

"Alright, alright, please smile, please smile." Qin Zhuyue smiled knowingly, but didn't say anything.

Her smile was exactly the same as that of a former college roommate who was in a state of ambiguous attraction, and she was still being stubborn.

Mr. Pei seemed a little confused after the call was hung up on him, and quickly called back.

Holding her vibrating phone, Yan Zhuoyu glanced around somewhat guiltily and said, "I'm going to sleep now. Do as you please."

"?"

Qin Zhuyue looked up at the clock on the wall with a puzzled expression. It was only nine o'clock.

After returning to her bedroom, Yan Zhuoyu locked the door behind her.

But lying in bed, she still felt it wasn't private enough, so she locked herself in the bathroom.

After preparing everything, Yan Zhuoyu casually clicked the green answer button.

However, the phone rang for too long and then automatically disconnected.

Yan Zhuoyu angrily punched the air three times, then stared at her phone screen, struggling internally: "Should I call back?"

Calling back seems like I'm being too hasty, but if I don't, what kind of person am I, hiding in the bathroom...?

Just as she was in a state of confusion, Pei Weijin sent her a message.

[The cold-blooded CEO's fiery words: Time for bed. Mrs. Pei, you should rest early too. Goodnight.]

Yan Zhuoyu's beautiful eyes were filled with a hint of dissatisfaction. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon in France, what was there to do about sleeping?

She dialed back without hesitation, and Pei Weijin on the other end of the line seemed to have expected it, answering almost instantly.

Pei Weijin's eyes held a barely perceptible smile: "Mrs. Pei, is there something you want to tell me?"

Yan Zhuoyu bit her lip; she could tell at a glance that he was deliberately flirting with her.

Previously, when Pei Weijin interacted with her, he always followed the rules and regulations, his gentleness tinged with a cold indifference. He respected her every word and action and never crossed the line.

In their intimate relationship, he prioritized her feelings, and in their daily interactions, he was restrained and polite, making them a model of a business marriage. The two treated each other with utmost respect.

But now, Pei Weijin often does things that surprise her, yet she finds herself falling for it.

She felt like she was being manipulated by the other party, which was a bad feeling. She didn't like being controlled and losing the initiative.

Why should she retreat when the other party advances?

Yan Zhuoyu's alluring fox-like eyes shimmered with a captivating light when she opened them, exuding a bewitching charm. She found a good angle to place her phone on the stand, then turned on the tap, and warm water gradually filled the bathtub.

"Of course something's wrong."

Pei Weijin raised an eyebrow in surprise, his deep voice resonating magnetically in the bathroom: "I'd like to hear the details."

"Didn't President Pei want to learn how I can 'torture' you?"

Yan Zhuoyu unbuttoned the rose gold button on the side of her long dress, revealing her fair and smooth legs submerged in the water. Her soaked white shirt clung to her skin, inviting allure.

She picked up the shower gel from the shelf, and the pale pink liquid slowly dissolved in her palm, creating delicate white foam.

Pei Weijin was very familiar with this shower gel; just looking at it, his nose seemed to be filled with the rich and lingering fragrance of plum blossoms emanating from the woman.

He watched the white foam being played with by the woman's fingertips, and the water droplets sliding down her fingers...

Yan Zhuoyu's half-wet curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, each strand exuding a siren-like allure and charm, her voice seductive and alluring: "Come, let me teach you."

Those soft, boneless hands gently glided over her red lips, finally settling on the alluring little red mole on her collarbone, exuding a captivating charm.

"Unfasten your belt, just like before."

Yan Zhuoyu knew he favored this spot, so she deliberately increased the pressure on her hands, causing the white foam, which smelled of preserved plums, to gently adhere to the red area, as if it had been deliberately stained.

Pei Weijin's sexy Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes deep and unfathomable. He obediently placed his hand on the end of the belt and gave it a gentle tug.

The woman gave a second instruction: "I really like the burgundy tie you're wearing today, it matches the color of my dress."

"Tie it on."