amaotonovel Chapter 66 Miss Yan, to be precise, it means I love you.
Chapter 66 Miss Yan, to be precise, it means I love you.
Just as Pei Weijin said, the bathtub was already filled with bathwater, and a few drops of essential oil were added. The pleasant scent of preserved plums filled the private space, and the newly delivered shower gel and other daily necessities were neatly arranged on the shelf.
Yan Zhuoyu submerged her entire body in the water and let out a comfortable sigh.
She really loved this marriage partner; he was faithful, family-oriented, and fiercely protective of his wife.
After soaking for a while, Yan Zhuoyu picked up her phone from the table and opened a shopping app.
The lingerie she ordered that day hadn't shipped yet, so she urgently contacted customer service and asked: "[Is this misty blue lace panty only available in one size? Can it be customized?]"
Customer service responded instantly and was very friendly: "Dear customer, this one-size-fits-all style is a bestseller and fits most men well. However, if you have special needs, we can provide a customization service. Please tell me your specific requirements after placing your order; it will take approximately 7 days to make."
The water in the bathtub was slightly hot, and the steam made Yan Zhuoyu's fair face turn red.
"I just bought it to collect, just for the sake of collecting."
She silently took a picture of the item after the price was changed, put her phone aside, and focused on taking a shower.
Half an hour later, Yan Zhuoyu, with a face mask on, casually called out, "Honey, help me blow-dry my hair."
Thick, lustrous hair was wrapped in a hair drying cap, which felt a bit heavy on her head.
She sat in front of the dressing table, acting spoiled and obedient. When asking for favors, she would call him "husband" repeatedly, but when she no longer needed him, she would cunningly call him "President Pei."
Half a minute later, Pei Weijin came upstairs. He skillfully picked up the hair dryer, and the warm air brushed against Yan Zhuoyu's cheeks, her smooth black hair weaving through his fingers.
Amid the buzzing wind, his voice was exceptionally clear and pleasant: "After drying my hair, I'll go downstairs for dinner. I've made a few dishes."
Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes, the cool face mask blocking some of the heat: "You can cook? Why didn't you ever cook for me before?"
Pei Weijin chuckled: "Of course I did. When I was little, my grandma was busy with farm work. I was too short to even reach the height of a corn stalk, so she simply had me stay at home to watch the house. I wanted her to be able to have a hot meal when she came back, so I gradually learned to cook."
"But they're all just home-style dishes, not as good as the professional chefs at home."
Yan Zhuoyu suddenly felt the atmosphere become somewhat heavy. She seemed to have never met Pei Weijin's grandmother before, and wished she hadn't taken the bait.
She's never been good at comforting people, so she said dryly, "It's fine. I can't cook, but I can order takeout. You can try my takeout sometime."
"it is good."
The hairdryer stopped quickly, leaving my hair smooth and manageable.
Yan Zhuoyu looked in the mirror and saw the man behind her with gentle eyes, carefully massaging her hair with hair oil.
Pei Weijin wiped the essential oil off his hands with a soft, damp cloth, leaving a faint scent of magnolia. He took Yan Zhuoyu's hand and said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner. It's not good for our stomachs if we stay out too late."
There were two simple dishes and a bowl of brown rice on the table. They were indeed very ordinary home-cooked dishes: scrambled eggs with tomatoes and minced meat with green beans.
As Yan Zhuoyu ate, she kept an eye on Pei Weijin across from her. He was sitting opposite her with his laptop on the table, and the sound of mouse clicks could be heard from time to time.
After stealing a few glances, she was caught red-handed.
Pei Weijin closed his laptop and looked at her leisurely: "If you look at me a few more times, I will mistakenly think that the food is terrible and that you can only eat while staring at me."
"..."
Yan Zhuoyu stopped looking at him; President Pei was both narcissistic and not narcissistic at the same time.
The dishes were quite delicious. The green beans were stir-fried until they were bright green, shiny, and very fragrant; they were clearly cooked with lard.
It reminded her of that silly child who not only snatched the ball from the dog's mouth but also secretly made her a bowl of rice mixed with lard behind her family's back.
Thinking about it carefully, the two do have quite a few similarities, but Pei Weijin doesn't have a single scar on his hand. The world is so big, how could they be the same person?
Yan Zhuoyu glanced at Pei Weijin's wrist, where he was still wearing that black and gold watch. He always changed his clothes in front of her every day, never wearing the same thing twice, but he never changed this watch.
She was worried that if she sent him clothes in the future, Mr. Pei would weld them onto his body.
Pei Weijin: "How's the cooking? It might be a bit too salty. Is it to your liking?"
"I didn't find it salty at all; it felt just right."
Yan Zhuoyu placed her chopsticks on the empty bowl. The portion of food was just right for one person, and she ate it all up; wasting food is not a good habit.
Pei Weijin nervously rubbed his fingers together: "So, do you like the food I cook?"
“Of course,” Yan Zhuoyu answered without hesitation, then smiled and said, “However, I think it’s better to leave the cooking to a chef. In the same amount of time, President Pei can use those hands to earn a lot of joint property with his wife.”
Her greedy attitude actually made Pei Weijin feel a little more relaxed.
"I should be more specific. What I really wanted to ask was, would you like someone who can cook food to your liking?"
If this were a business transaction, no matter who the other party was, Pei Weijin would never back down. He might even threaten them or offer exorbitant terms to coax them into only saying the word "like".
But this was at home, and just looking into Yan Zhuoyu's slightly questioning eyes, he felt an unprecedented tension, and his voice was hoarse as he repeated, "Yan Zhuoyu, do you like me?"
Pei Weijin did not address Yan Zhuoyu as Mrs. Pei or anything like that.
He could no longer use that title to deceive himself, to tell himself that Yan Zhuoyu was his legal wife, and to satisfy his little desires.
The timing of their reunion was somewhat off; the start of this marriage was stolen by him.
Yan Zhuoyu was a little stumped by the question, looking surprised and helpless: "Pei Weijin, aren't we already married?"
“Our marriage is a business arrangement, and the current situation is very balanced. If you think that saying I like it will help this marriage, then I will say yes.”
After listening attentively, Pei Weijin slowly said, "I don't want this marriage to remain merely a business arrangement."
"You want to divorce me?" Yan Zhuoyu shook her head with a smile: "You know that's not worth it."
As her gaze wandered, it settled on the man's calm, dark gray eyes, and an unbelievable thought surfaced in her mind: "Pei Weijin, you can't possibly like me, can you?"
"Miss Yan, to be precise, it means I love you."
Pei Weijin's expression was overly serious, his eyes briefly wandering, but he quickly refocused on Yan Zhuoyu's bewildered and hesitant face.
“Our marriage didn’t start off well. Looking back, I took advantage of her that day at the karaoke bar.”
His tone was filled with a sincere plea of self-reflection: "Could you forgive my petty actions and, on the premise that I love you, slightly change the nature of this marriage, which is defined as a business arrangement?"