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

Chapter 197 Just now, your wife said I'm far inferior to your husband. How far inferior? [Corre

The woman sitting at the edge of the desk had skin as smooth as jade. Her crimson dance dress was embroidered with intricate exotic patterns in gold thread. Beneath the hem of the dress, her fair calves were adorned with three gold rings, which sank into her soft thighs.

Pei Weijin, dressed in a suit and tie, maintained the demeanor of a gentleman, but there was still some moisture on his lips.

The man's hand, hidden beneath the crimson skirt, was indeed gradually warming up, just as he had said.

Yan Zhuoyu's heart pounded. It seemed like she was the one serving her boss, but now it was her boss serving her.

She enjoyed Mr. Pei's service, but couldn't stand seeing his other hand idle.

The black choker around her neck didn't actually match the dance dress at all, but she wore it anyway.

A thin silver chain was attached to it. Yan Zhuoyu smiled, tightened her lower abdomen, and playfully kicked Pei Weijin with her toes.

"Holding hands."

Pei Weijin intertwined his fingers with hers, but the woman slapped them away.

"Who gave you permission to hold my hand?"

Yan Zhuoyu gestured with her eyes: "It's Lian Yizi."

Pei Weijin hesitated. He was cooperating with the act, but once this was involved, the nature of the situation changed.

It's fine to use it on him, but using it on his own wife feels disrespectful no matter what.

He paused his hand as he thought about it.

"You're dawdling, Mr. Pei. Are you even a man? If you can't do it, then forget it."

Feeling stuck in this awkward situation, Yan Zhuoyu kicked him again, this time landing directly on the man's tight, defined genitals.

Just as she was about to pull her foot back, Pei Weijin suddenly grabbed her calf and pulled her closer to him.

The distance between the two instantly shrank, and beneath the layers of fiery red skirts, they were separated only by a suit jacket and trousers.

Yan Zhuoyu's brows immediately furrowed when she was touched by the rougher fabric compared to her hands.

Just as she was about to condemn Pei Weijin's violent behavior, a loop around her neck was pulled, cutting off her words and simultaneously pulling her into the man's arms.

Yan Zhuoyu's knee accidentally bumped against the corner of the table, and then a large hand pressed down on her back.

"Lie down properly."

The sound of bells mingled with the sound of rain outside the window, making it difficult to discern which was more urgent.

Pei Weijin wrapped the chain around his wrist a few times and said in a low voice, "Madam, you really went to great lengths to please me for your husband's sake. Where did you find this outfit?"

Yan Zhuoyu was very rebellious. She grabbed the man's arm with her other hand and said, "Is it any of your business?"

"Of course I'll manage you. For your husband's sake, your wife should be willing to be managed by me."

Aside from that initial attack, Pei Weijin never used the Chain One again.

He gently untied it, speaking in a cold, commanding tone: "Since you're willing to serve me, you should first understand my preferences. I don't like this. I don't want to see it on you a second time."

Yan Zhuoyu deliberately provoked him: "Really? But my husband likes it, I thought President Pei would like it too."

Pei Weijin pursed his lips, his eyes unreadable, and said, "When you're with me, Madam always talks about your husband. It's truly enviable how you two get along."

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Yan Zhuoyu sensed something was wrong; it was clearly almost time.

"No, how could you..."

She spoke haltingly, turning to look at Pei Weijin: "Aren't you my husband, who's far away in Beijing? Why are you jealous of yourself??"

Pei Weijin turned her head and said indifferently, "Madam, stop lying to me."

“I know you and your husband truly love each other, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone to such lengths for him.”

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes welled up with tears: "No, huh?"

Is he jealous, or is he just wishing himself well? He seems even more into his own performance than she is!

"Since you love your husband so much, show it through your actions. Show him as much love as you love him and contribute to his promotion and raise."

Pei Weijin suddenly pulled one of her hands behind her back, his index finger and thumb forming a circle, as if he had caught something, but then he was forced to let go.

He leaned close to her ear: "Madam, between me and your husband who's far away in Beijing, which one is it?"

The bell jingled softly as Yan Zhuoyu was gently lifted into a hug. Her words were slightly disorganized, and her fingertips left a few faint red marks on his back.

She was exasperated and gritted her teeth: "Compared to my husband, President Pei is far inferior. You can't compare to him at all."

"Hmm? It can't compare, can it?"

The man's voice, cool and smooth like jade, with a rising tone at the end, tingled and itched in Yan Zhuoyu's ears.

Yan Zhuoyu recalled what Una had said.

Feed the wolves.

Wasn't she practically offering herself up to the wolves? She almost got eaten alive.

Suddenly, there was a snap.

A handprint appeared under the semi-transparent light red fabric on Yan Zhuoyu's lower back.

It doesn't hurt, which is strange.

The slap sent a burning sensation through her, leaving her disoriented.

"You hit me?"

Pei Weijin met her gaze with a cool look: "I don't think your wife cares much about your husband's affairs. Even when she's doing them, she's distracted."

Yan Zhuoyu immediately retorted: "President Pei should reflect on why I was distracted. It's because you weren't working hard enough."

The man didn't seem angry at all; instead, he indulgently agreed with her, saying, "Okay, I'll reflect on it."

“You young man…”

Before she could finish saying the words "teach," Pei Weijin lifted one of Yan Zhuoyu's legs.

“Madam, stand firmly and hold onto the edge of the table to avoid getting hurt. However, even if you do fall, I can still consider it a work injury.”

Pei Weijin added with a faint smile, and said seriously, "But your husband will definitely worry when the time comes. If he asks how you got hurt, how do you plan to answer, wife?"

Yan Zhuoyu gripped the edge of the table tightly, her fingernails turning red from the force.

She took a deep breath and said, "Just say that you were pushed downstairs by your unscrupulous boss and accidentally broke your leg."

*Snap*, another crisp sound.

Pei Weijin used one hand to clasp her hands behind her back, preventing her from holding onto the table.

"How could I bear to push my wife downstairs?" he said softly.

Yan Zhuoyu leaned her upper body on the desk, with the cold surface in front of her and Pei Weijin's burning chest behind her.

Pei Weijin leisurely prepared an excuse for her: "Madam can say that I ruined it."

Yan Zhuoyu's cheeks flushed. Pei Weijin was always restrained and polite, and she had never heard him speak like that before.

Explicit, vulgar, and blunt.

This contrast made her feel as if she really had a gentle and refined husband in Beijing, waiting for a promotion and a raise.

The unscrupulous boss behind him spoke again: "Madam just said that I am far inferior to him. How far inferior?"

"We've reached the bottom."