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

Chapter 216 Once I've achieved fame and success, I'll marry Little Pei in a proper ceremon

When Una was young, he was also amazed when he first met Jiang Yuelin.

Back then, she was young and not very famous, and like Angelo, she pestered Jiang Yuelin to give her a name.

Jiang Yuelin named her Li Hua. At that time, Jiang Yuelin was a bright and cheerful young woman; who could have imagined that she would later be tormented by love like that?

These heartwarming stories from the older generation should be told to the younger generation as a joke.

However, the relationship between Yan Zhuoyu and her daughter Jiang Yuelin is complicated, and it would be better not to tell such a story, as it might only add unnecessary trouble.

But to everyone's surprise, Yan Zhuoyu showed no negative emotions whatsoever. She gently leaned her head against Una, just like she was leaning on a reliable elder.

Warm and secure.

She blinked, a hint of pride in her voice: "Sister Una, I know even if you don't say it, isn't it because my mom named you Li Hua? When I was little, I wrote letters to you for my English exam essays."

Una chuckled and tidied her hair: "So it seems I'm the heartless one, not replying to your letters all these years."

The two exited through the back door of the restaurant, where a black Cullinan was parked on the side of the road.

This restaurant belongs to President Pei. The area around the back entrance has long been cleared out by bodyguards and is full of his own people.

When Pei Weijin saw Yan Zhuoyu come out, he opened the car door and got out.

Just as he took a long, slender step, he heard Yan Zhuoyu point at him and boast to Una beside her, "Look, this is the husband I told you about. He's been waiting for me here."

Una looked speechless: "..."

She felt that the girl seemed to be drunk, and that she was talking incoherently.

Una was pulled forward a few steps by Yan Zhuoyu, seemingly to formally introduce the two of them.

But after taking only a few steps, she was inexplicably pulled backward.

In reality, the two groups of people were not far apart.

In front of Pei Weijin, Yan Zhuoyu loudly plotted: "Sister Wuna, I'm telling you, and only you. Once I've achieved success, I'll marry little Pei back into the family in a proper and respectable way. I'll definitely give him a proper status and I will never let him down!"

"Godmother, don't worry!"

Una was first shocked by her bold words, and then somewhat bewildered by the word "godmother".

Although I used to joke with Jiang Yuelin that I would become Yan Zhuoyu's godmother, for various reasons, it never came to fruition.

Being suddenly called "godmother" filled me with mixed feelings.

However, Una guessed that Yan Zhuoyu's arrangements were probably intended to surprise Pei Weijin, by exposing him to the person in question...

A smile flashed in Pei Weijin's eyes. He pretended not to hear and went over to help Yan Zhuoyu.

He nodded to Una in thanks, saying politely, "Hello, Ms. Una, my husband has had too much to drink. Please take care of him."

Una casually responded, waved, and watched the two figures gradually disappear into the distance.

She wrapped her coat tightly around herself, crossed her arms, and her tall boots accentuated her long, slender legs. Her chestnut-brown short hair fluttered wildly in the wind, exuding an air of untamed defiance.

Not far away, Yan Zhuoyu leaned against Pei Weijin's arm as if she had no bones, a stark contrast to her independent, poised, and dignified demeanor at the dinner party. She was quite delicate and adorable.

Una and Pei Weijin were not close; she had only occasionally heard his name from financial news or from people around her.

She doesn't have a regular job; her biggest hobby is collecting trinkets at auctions around the world.

Therefore, it wasn't unusual for her to occasionally bump into Pei Weijin at auctions. What she found interesting was that the items Pei Weijin bought would end up in Yan Zhuoyu's hands.

For example, that purple jade crown.

Una even complained at the time, saying that only a fool would buy this thing, it's practically a tax on intelligence.

Until one day, out of boredom, I saw a post on my phone and discovered that the Purple Jade Crown was being worn by Yan Zhuoyu.

Although the picture was later replaced, Una felt that the jade crown was indeed a perfect match for Yan Zhuoyu's temperament.

Later, she noticed the rings on their hands and accidentally bumped into them coming out of the lounge. By then, Una had a pretty good idea of ​​their relationship.

Based on Pei Weijin's extravagant spending of 800 million, Una also felt that this young CEO Pei and that beast were completely different kinds of people.

May this crown, once worn by Queen Elizabeth, truly possess the magic of love. Best wishes to Yan Zhuoyu and her beloved.

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At tonight's wrap party, everyone drank mainly to liven things up, and the alcohol content wasn't high.

Unfortunately, there were too many people toasting Yan Zhuoyu, and she only took a sip each time. However, drinking a mixture of baijiu, huangjiu, and red wine still slowed down her metabolism, making her more prone to getting drunk than usual.

After Pei Weijin carried her into the car, Yan Zhuoyu nestled quietly against his chest, being very well-behaved.

Actually, he wasn't that well-behaved.

Her hands were busy, her fingertips fiddling with Pei Weijin's cufflinks. She looked up at him and asked, "Honey, which shop ordered the cream cake for my birthday? I want to eat it again."

After Pei Weijin finished saying the name of the store, he gently pressed her hand down, worried that she might accidentally cut herself.

"If you like it, you can eat it tomorrow. You just drank some alcohol, so it's better to have some hangover soup when you get back. Eating dessert afterward isn't good for your stomach."

Yan Zhuoyu responded, blinked her fox-like eyes, and pursed her lips, seemingly harboring some wicked thoughts.

Meng Yuting, in the driver's seat, had learned his lesson. As soon as he got in the car, he raised the partition, keeping his eyes down and his mind at ease, treating himself as an emotionless driving machine.

Pei Weijin fed her some warm water.

Yan Zhuoyu drank quite a bit to be polite, and then suddenly said, "But you also drank alcohol on my birthday night, and you even ate all the cream off me."

The curiosity in her eyes seemed genuine: "Honey, did the cream you smeared on me taste better? Why didn't you tell me it was bad for my stomach back then?"

The atmosphere inside the car subtly heated up, and Pei Weijin looked down at her, his eyes flickering.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Zhuoyu smiled, took the man's hand, and lifted the clothes at her waist.

Pei Weijin knew his hand was cold and tried to pull it back, but Yan Zhuoyu firmly placed it on his fourth rib.

Under the influence of alcohol, the woman's body became hot, and her warm skin warmed his hands within seconds.

"Why aren't you saying anything, honey?"

Yan Zhuoyu relentlessly tugged at his tie, demanding a kiss: "Husband, kiss me."

Her words carried a hint of coquettishness as she pulled Pei Weijin's hand and continued upwards.

The soft, water-like skin has several areas that feel different to the touch.

The woman's tone was soft, her clear eyes filled with affection: "Honey, you wrote something here the other day. I tried to imitate your handwriting and rewrote it today. Do you want to check how similar it is?"

There were other people in the car. Pei Weijin pulled his hand out of her clothes and draped his suit jacket over her shoulders.

The man took a deep breath, suppressing his burning sensation; his rapidly pounding heart made him feel like the one who had drunk too much.

Yan Zhuoyu was very dissatisfied with his indifference.

After drinking, this dissatisfaction resonated even more intensely in my mind.

With a flick of her wrist, she placed her suit jacket on her head and sat up, kneeling with one leg apart on either side of Pei Weijin's body.

With a click, the belt was untied.

Yan Zhuoyu's hand easily slipped inside: "Husband, is the writing I made still there?"

"Let me check if my husband is my good little puppy today."

She called him "husband" repeatedly, her movements crisp and decisive.

The rich aroma of plum wine wafted around Pei Weijin's ear, inadvertently staining it with a touch of watery red.