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

Chapter 20: After returning from his studies in France, President Pei learned how to perform role-pl

Pei Weijin tore off his tie, and the pure black silk bound her struggling hands.

Yan Zhuoyu was slightly flustered. She had previously complained to Pei Weijin that his style of doing things was old-fashioned and lacked any novelty.

It's certainly novel now, but it's gone a bit too far.

She went to France and came back to find she'd even learned how to act out scenarios!

She freed herself from the restraints on her hands, reached behind her, and finally touched the corner of the man's suit jacket.

He countered, "Pei Weijin! The prenuptial agreement states that you cannot force me!"

In the dimly lit garage, the black Land Rover resembled a beast poised to pounce, while the woman facing the car window had disheveled hair.

"Mrs. Pei, the agreement also stipulates fidelity to one's partner, no infidelity, and no keeping a gigolo."

Under the dark glass, a few strands of Yan Zhuoyu's black curly hair that had fallen across her chest were gathered behind her head, revealing her delicate, snow-white neck.

The man's voice was low and husky, his eyes filled with desire, as he placed a gentle kiss on her earlobe.

"It's okay, I will forgive you and I won't force you."

She trembled in the man's hands, tossed to the clouds, yet unable to find a foothold.

Yan Zhuoyu's voice softened, and the expensive suit fabric she was clutching in her hand was unconsciously crumpled into wrinkles: "Pei Weijin, I don't like this, stop playing around."

"it is good."

Pei Weijin unexpectedly complied with her wishes and even took the initiative to untie her restraints.

He sat upright, and apart from the change in his black trousers, there was nothing unusual about him.

Yan Zhuoyu rubbed the red marks on his wrist. He suddenly stopped, but felt even more uncomfortable. Unfulfilled desires engulfed him like a tsunami.

"You stop just because I tell you to? Isn't this a role-playing scenario of catching someone cheating? You should be forcing them to stop..."

buzz-

My phone, which had been thrown away with my clothes, suddenly vibrated.

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at the caller ID, quickly fell silent, and grabbed Pei Weijin's coat to put it on. The loose-fitting coat was as smooth as water, and when draped over her shoulders, it was a seductive half-concealment.

Yan Zhuoyu cleared her throat and answered the phone: "You're awake?"

Qin Zhuyue's voice was full of confusion: "Where did you go?"

The call wasn't on speakerphone, and Pei Weijin, sitting next to her, assumed it was that pretty boy calling her.

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, and Yan Zhuoyu screamed, almost dropping her phone. She knelt on the leather seat, leaving two obvious dents.

Outside the car, the rain intensified, the fine raindrops pattering against the car window; the summer thunderstorm arrived fiercely and suddenly.

Inside the car, the air conditioning was set too low, and the air was humid and stuffy.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Yan Zhuoyu wrapped her arms around Pei Weijin's neck for support.

She lost her balance and accidentally pressed the hands-free button.

Qin Zhuyue's anxious voice instantly echoed in the car: "Zhuoyu? Yan, the great beauty? Why aren't you saying anything? Have you been kidnapped? Are the property security guards just sitting around doing nothing? I'll count to three, and if you don't say anything, I'm calling the police!"

"Kidnappers, don't kill me! I'm rich, I've got plenty of money!!!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Pei Weijin's eyes. He lost his composure and used too much force, leaving a red mark on his shoulder from Yan Zhuoyu's fingernails that looked almost bleeding.

She was too exhausted to respond to Qin Zhuyue and managed to hang up the phone with a sliver of consciousness.

After several seconds of silence in the car, Pei Weijin took out a special soft wet wipe that had been placed in the car and carefully wiped Yan Zhuoyu's face, his movements carrying a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

Yan Zhuoyu enjoyed the service with a clear conscience, and then sent Qin Zhuyue a voice message: "I wasn't kidnapped, I just ran into President Pei who just returned from studying in France."

After confirming that she was with Pei Weijin, the other party chuckled knowingly twice and then didn't send any more messages.

Yan Zhuoyu stepped on his foot: "Thank you, President Pei, for being my driver. Please take me back to the villa to change my clothes."

“Okay.” Pei Weijin took a small, thin blanket from the back seat and covered her with it.

On the way, Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the soft pillow with her eyes closed. She had no classes scheduled for the morning and was going to audition for "Yaoyun Jue" in the afternoon, so she could take a nap.

While waiting at a traffic light, the man in the driver's seat suddenly asked, "So, you used this car to pick up your best friend today?"

"Hmm, what else?" Yan Zhuoyu's voice was a little tired, as all the alcohol from last night had just evaporated.

"Was she the one you brought with you when you went to the boutique?"

Yan Zhuoyu rolled over, propped her head up, looked at Pei Weijin in the rearview mirror, and laughed, "What, do you think I spend too much?"

Pei Weijin naturally wouldn't admit to the big blunder he had just made, but said in a deep voice, "How could that be? I was just worried that you were tired of swiping your card. Next time, you can just have Secretary Meng do it for you."

Yan Zhuoyu ignored him. When she closed her eyes again, she was no longer sleepy. She wondered how Pei Weijin knew that she had taken Zhu Yue to the boutique.

She only told Sister Qiao about this.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head that I found utterly absurd.

Every time Pei Weijin went out, Secretary Meng would send her the itinerary.

This trip to France is to open up new markets, and it will take at least a week. President Pei is not a lustful person. Unless there are special circumstances, why would he rush back to China overnight and do nothing but serve her?

Where did he hear this news that made him mistakenly believe that "his backyard was on fire"?

Yan Zhuoyu clicked on Weibo based on her intuition.

Sure enough, she and Qin Zhuyue were secretly photographed, and the person who posted the photos cleverly chose a highly controversial angle.

However, these trending topics only lasted for an hour before Qiao Xinyun issued a statement.

Furthermore, since the two did not deliberately conceal their identities while shopping, the department store naturally could not turn a blind eye to this, and quickly came forward to clarify and prove their innocence.

Based on Pei Weijin's return time and flight information, Yan Zhuoyu deduced that he must have seen the trending topic that had not yet been clarified, mistakenly believed it to be true, and hurriedly returned to China to catch his wife cheating.

Yan Zhuoyu smiled slightly, "President Pei traveled all the way back from France, so it turns out he really did catch his wife cheating, and wasn't just playing a role with me."

She waited for a while but didn't get a reply from Pei Weijin. Raising an eyebrow, she continued to press, "The president of the prestigious Pei Group has wronged my innocence for no reason. Are you just going to laugh it off like this?"

"Feel sorry."

Pei Weijin looked back at her in the rearview mirror and said sincerely, "I misunderstood Mrs. Pei. I will make it up to you within my ability."

"Anything is okay?"

"Of course, as long as you want it, as long as I have it."

Pei Weijin nodded, and the vehicle steadily drove into the villa area.

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled. Seeing Pei Weijin's serious expression, she wanted to make him show a different kind of expression.

She suddenly stood up and whispered in the man's ear, "I really liked what happened just now, Mr. Pei. You know, as an actor, acting skills are paramount. How about you help me hone my acting skills from now on?"