amaotonovel Chapter 196 I've changed my mind. How about you show me, my wife?
Chapter 196 I've changed my mind. How about you show me, my wife?
On the way back, it was windy and rainy. Even with umbrellas, Yan Zhuoyu and Qiao Xinyun inevitably got wet from the slanting raindrops. As soon as they got back to the hotel, they took a hot shower.
Just as Yan Zhuoyu was about to take out her room key from her pocket and go in, the electronic lock on the door beeped twice and was opened from the inside.
Pei Weijin, who had been wearing a cold expression, smiled as soon as he saw her: "Wife."
Yan Zhuoyu urged, "Hurry, let me in first."
She casually tossed two packets of spicy instant noodles from her pocket into Pei Weijin's arms, squeezed through the door to let him in, and then closed the door behind her.
Pei Weijin caught the turkey noodles steadily, but his gaze was drawn to her fair wrist that she had inadvertently revealed earlier.
"This is……?"
The jade bracelet that Yan Zhuoyu was wearing on her wrist was removed and replaced with a very thin gold chain with several small and exquisite bells hanging from it.
A flick of the wrist produces a crisp, melodious tinkling sound, ethereal and far-reaching.
Pei Weijin remembered that this bracelet was a package he signed for on behalf of Yan Zhuoyu.
It was part of a set with the fiery red exotic dance dress, and a black leather choker was also included in the package.
He has a good memory; he can even remember how the clothes were displayed on the mannequins.
There are two pairs of these little bell bracelets, one for wearing on the wrist and one for wearing on the ankle.
The other pair consists of bell clips, located on the chest.
Before Pei Weijin could ask, the woman in the heavy down jacket had already thrown herself into his arms.
Yan Zhuoyu looked up at him, her eyes instantly reddening, glistening tears welling up in her eyes, and a blush spreading across the tip of her nose.
Pei Weijin quickly helped her up, his heart filled with doubt and heartache: "What's wrong, baby? Did someone bully you, or..."
The woman's voice trembled with tears in her eyes: "President Pei."
"Hmm?" Pei Weijin's heart sank.
After not spending much time together for more than ten days, he was stunned by those two cold words the moment they met, and even forgot about the bell he was about to ask.
Yan Zhuoyu forcefully shoved her wrist into Pei Weijin's large hand, letting him hold it.
She pressed her lips tightly together, letting tears slide down her face at a 45-degree angle, a typical performance of a resilient, innocent girl from an idol drama.
"President Pei, I've worn the clothes you asked me to wear. Are you satisfied now?"
Pei Weijin held her wrist, feeling its suppleness, but dared not exert any force. His doubts grew stronger: "When did I... let you wear it?"
Didn't he invite someone over to eat wontons?
Ignoring his reaction, Yan Zhuoyu quickly delivered her next line: "President Pei, you said that as long as I follow your instructions and serve you well during this business trip, you promised not to fire my husband."
She was on the verge of tears, her fair face displaying a perfectly acted expression of shame and unease: "My husband is far away in Beijing. If he knew I was dressed like this for another man today, he would kill me."
Pei Weijin looked down at her embarrassed expression. After the tugging, the zipper of her down jacket was already half open.
From his vantage point, he could vaguely see the black leather choker around the woman's snow-white neck, as well as the outline of the intricate gold ornaments below, with a patch of crimson fabric peeking through.
After hearing those two classic lines, Pei Weijin understood what Yan Zhuoyu was doing. He couldn't help but admire his wife's increasingly superb acting skills.
He took advantage of the situation and pressed the woman's hands above her head, against the door.
Pei Weijin said casually, "Of course, Madam. As long as you cooperate obediently, I will keep quiet about what happened today."
His jade-like fingertips pressed against the zipper of the down jacket, pushing it down little by little, making a soft clicking sound.
"However, my wife doesn't seem very sincere. She's already dressed, but she's hiding it from me and unwilling to share it. Is she just going through the motions?"
Yan Zhuoyu's initial shyness was feigned, but now, as she watched Pei Weijin slowly unzip her down jacket, the blush on her ear tips became genuine.
She moved her leg, but was immediately restrained by the man.
"What are you hiding for? Trying to back out?"
Pei Weijin casually withdrew his finger and looked coldly into her watery eyes.
"late."
He leaned down, his eyes close to the woman's cherry-red lips, and he could smell the delicate cherry scent of the lip gloss in her breath.
The flavor was very mild, but now, stimulated by the ambiguous posture between the two people, the aroma became mature and decadent.
Yan Zhuoyu watched him approach, instinctively closing her eyes and slightly raising her chin, wanting to reciprocate his kiss.
But after a few seconds, my heartbeat slowed and became heavy, and the kiss never came.
Instead, she heard the man's cold, indifferent chuckle: "Why are you closing your eyes? Did you think I was going to kiss you?"
When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was the man's pair of indifferent, expressionless gray eyes, which, besides their deliberate arrogance, also held a suppressed smile.
Yan Zhuoyu stomped on his foot: "No way! Even if you're acting, you can't look at me like that. I'm not happy!"
Pei Weijin didn't utter a sound even though he was hurt by being stepped on, and he released his grip on her wrist.
He toned down his arrogant and sharp demeanor, and ignoring Yan Zhuoyu who was still standing at the door, he sat down in the leather office chair.
Yan Zhuoyu hesitated for a moment: "Are you angry? Pei Weijin, why can't you handle a joke? I only stepped on your foot, and my shoes were brand new, they weren't even dirty, were they?"
She chased after him, self-righteous and defiant, without mentioning that she was the one who started the problem.
Pei Weijin sat upright in his office chair, casually putting on a suit jacket and even his silver-rimmed glasses, exuding the air of a refined scoundrel in every gesture.
He parted his thin lips slightly and said coolly, "I've changed my mind. How about you take your clothes off for me, Madam?"
Yan Zhuoyu had intended to coax him, but her words immediately silenced her.
She gripped the zipper pull, her pale fingers turning bluish-white from the force.
Pei Weijin adjusted his glasses and beckoned to her, "Madam, come closer, I can't see clearly."
Yan Zhuoyu lowered her head, stood in front of the black desk, and quickly composed herself.
What a joke! She was the one who flirted with Pei Weijin first, how could she let him gain the upper hand?
The woman strode around the desk, walked to Pei Weijin, and sat down on the desk.
She held the man's hand in her warm palm and guided him to pull the zipper up to his chest.
"President Pei, can we see clearly from this distance now?"
Yan Zhuoyu moved closer to him, her legs hanging straight and shapely under the table. She tilted her head back, deliberately exposing her vulnerable throat, which was encircled by an eye-catching leather collar.
"Well done, keep going."
Pei Weijin's hand was very steady, and she led him to continue exploring downwards. Her tone was even more frighteningly calm, with a sense of savagery about to erupt.
He suddenly pulled away from Yan Zhuoyu's hand, his cool fingers brushing against her bare abdomen, causing her body to tremble.
Yan Zhuoyu gasped and dodged backward, causing the bells in the three places to ring out in unison.
"Madam, why are you trembling? Are you scared? You don't want your husband to lose this job, do you?"
Yan Zhuoyu complained, "Your hands are so cold."
The man chuckled, no longer playing the zipper game with her, and zipped the down jacket all the way down, revealing the full view of the dance dress.
"Don't worry, my dear wife, it will warm up soon, even hotter than your husband in northern Beijing."