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

Chapter 70: The mattress is custom-made and has excellent shock absorption.

After Pei Weijin asked that question, Yan Zhuoyu couldn't help but recall the awkward scene when the two first met.

Back then, someone was just a clueless beginner, and now they've become...

Suddenly, a pair of large hands flashed past her eyes, and the apron she hadn't taken off yet darted past her sight.

"It might be a bit too rushed. I'll give you some time to think it over carefully. There's no rush."

Yan Zhuoyu watched his every move without saying a word for a long time. It wasn't until Pei Weijin finished cleaning up the dishes and was about to put them in the dishwasher that she reached out and placed her hand on his wrist, her fingertips tracing the smooth lines to his rounded fingertips.

Her lips twitched, a mixture of helplessness and relief in her voice: "Judging from the circumstances at the time, it didn't seem like you were taking advantage of someone in distress."

Even though she was being unreasonable, Pei Weijin could have simply ignored her and pretended not to see it.

"It's not even worth mentioning as petty behavior; it's not even remotely related to it."

Yan Zhuoyu looked up at him, her expression troubled: "That day, I couldn't have gotten out on my own at all. Mr. Pei, don't always think so badly of yourself."

"I've owed you a thank you for so many days. Your actions back then were not only a timely help to me, but also a lifeline that pulled me ashore and gave me confidence for the past month."

She tugged at Pei Weijin's sleeve and helped him put away the bowls and chopsticks, then slowly shared her feelings.

“I used to rely on myself to do things, but I don’t know when it started, I always felt that it didn’t matter, that no matter what happened, there was always someone in my family who could cover for me.”

Pei Weijin's eyelashes trembled slightly, like ripples spreading across a lake, as he asked in a reserved and restrained tone, "So, do you like me?"

"Do you like it..."

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes flickered, instinctively wanting to escape, yet forcing herself to confront the issue.

When she was born, her parents' relationship was already at an impasse, as if they had never seen a healthy and normal marriage.

Therefore, even when acting in the simplest, most naive and sweet romance dramas, they always fall short, simply copying the template.

"Hmm, I guess I like you, but I don't know how to manage this marriage, so don't have too high expectations of me, or I might mess it up."

"How could that be? If things really get worse, it means I haven't given you enough security or provided you with stable emotional support."

Upon receiving a response, Pei Weijin visibly relaxed, his collar slightly open to reveal his sexy collarbone. He gently reached out to Yan Zhuoyu, pulled her into his arms, and sat down on the sofa together.

Yan Zhuoyu nestled in his arms, her reaction somewhat slow, as if she was still pondering: "As for whether I love you or not, I'll have to see how you behave."

"What performance?"

Following the pair of couple tooth mugs that Pei Weijin had just found, Yan Zhuoyu recalled the anger she felt during the shopping trip that day and began to dredge up old grievances.

"Five years ago, at the party our school held, were you invited, came on your own, or did you come to see some pretty girl?"

She slapped Pei Weijin's firm thighs, and remembering his indifferent "no" response that day, she became even angrier, and the force of her slaps increased, making the slaps even louder.

Pei Weijin's skin has always been sensitive; if you were to lift up his clothes for a quick look, it would be completely red.

But he just smiled, grabbed Yan Zhuoyu's hand, and with a slight push of his leg, gently pulled her into his arms.

"I came here specifically to see you."

"Liar."

Yan Zhuoyu narrowed her eyes unhappily, and tried to reach out to cause trouble again, but was firmly encircled by those strong arms.

She pouted and asked, "The other day I asked you if you were the one who coveted me five years ago, and you answered me with two words that were absolutely certain. Mr. Pei has an excellent memory, you shouldn't have forgotten, right?"

Pei Weijin certainly remembered, and his smile widened. He wasn't worried about getting beaten up at all, and repeated what he had said back then: "When I said 'no' back then, I meant that I wasn't the one who coveted you five years ago."

You said it again in front of me!

Yan Zhuoyu felt a strong urge to bite something, but then she suddenly paused, as if she had realized something.

"You mean, you knew me even before five years ago?"

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes suddenly lit up, her anger vanished, and Pei Weijin nodded gently.

When did you meet me?

Yan Zhuoyu pressed for details, but Pei Weijin only smiled and remained silent. He reached out and gently stroked her soft hair with his fingertips, his touch resembling that of petting a cat.

He remained calm and composed, stating confidently, "A man needs to maintain a certain level of mystery to keep his wife interested in him. As for this question, Miss Yan might as well explore it herself."

"President Pei, you don't need to keep this a mystery to me. The biggest mystery about you is that I wonder every day how much money you've made with your clever mind and hardworking hands."

Yan Zhuoyu was genuinely trying to flatter him, but Pei Weijin was clearly not buying it. No matter how much she stared at him, he remained completely silent.

"Alright then, let's change the subject. Mr. Pei, please explain to me whether you were acting strangely at the KTV that day, or why you were carrying your household registration book with you?"

"No problem, but this is the same question as the previous one, and my answer is the same."

As Pei Weijin spoke, he suddenly exerted his strength, lightly picked up Yan Zhuoyu, and steadily walked up to the second floor. He was calm and composed, and his voice carried a hint of laziness and ease.

"However, what Miss Yan just said reminded me that before the marriage you were verbally abusive to me, and after the marriage you beat and kicked me, and used both words and actions to get back at me. I think it's time for me to get my revenge."

Yan Zhuoyu hugged his neck, her mind in turmoil, when she suddenly realized that she hadn't gotten any answers from him after asking so many questions.

"What debt are you trying to collect? Let me tell you, Pei Weijin, your behavior just now was appalling. I'm seriously accusing you, and you'd better tell me the truth, or I'll find it very difficult to love you. And..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt something hard brush against the thigh of Pei Weijin. She frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

"Who picked out these pajamas? Why do they have a zipper? It must be so uncomfortable to sleep in them."

Pei Weijin glanced down at her and said casually, "No zipper."

"It was Miss Yan who thought of it under the surveillance that day—."

*

The starry sky lights on the ceiling were slowly moving, the curtains were hastily drawn, and a silver aluminum foil package was thrown on the ground. In the scattered blue light, a few words could be vaguely seen on it.

【…】

The mattress was custom-made and had excellent shock absorption, but before long, Yan Zhuoyu's arms gave way, and she buried her face in the soft blankets and crawled forward a little.

"It's only been a few minutes, why are you hiding?"

Pei Weijin chuckled softly—he nibbled on Yan Zhuoyu's earlobe and asked, "Miss Yan, do I still have a problem?"

"For example, the erectile dysfunction you mentioned, you definitely don't have that, right?"

Yan Zhuoyu's ears were the most sensitive, so she turned her head away and stammered, "Um...no, nothing."

"What about premature ejaculation?" Pei Weijin deliberately tormented her. "Oh, I forgot, it's only been seven minutes. Miss Yan still has time to savor it."