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

Chapter 134 Secretary Meng: Did Madam Go to a Bar to Find Male Models? President Pei Seems a Little

A vehicle carrying lychee powder is driving on the road.

Qin Zhuyue lowered the car window halfway and glanced sideways at Yan Zhuoyu, who had been engrossed in her phone ever since she got in the car.

She said sadly, "In this palace, you only see the new concubines laughing, and never see the old ones crying. Look at her, she's always on her phone when we go out. I wonder which girl she's chatting with."

Yan Zhuoyu finally finished sending the last message, put away her phone, and slowly replied in response, "It's Little Pei."

Qin Zhuyue: "..."

Luckily I didn't drink any water right now, otherwise I would have definitely spat it out.

The car's windshield wipers were turned on, and Qin Zhuyue sprayed the windshield washer fluid twice to express her feelings.

"Tsk tsk, I wonder who was it that swore back then: 'Our marriage is a business arrangement, there's no real feeling involved, we could never be in love!'"

Qin Zhuyue imitated Yan Zhuoyu's tone and movements perfectly.

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled lightly: "Don't give me that, I never said that last part."

Upon seeing the red light, the car came to a steady stop.

Qin Zhuyue rested one hand on the steering wheel, her eyes filled with curiosity: "So, could you satisfy my curiosity and provide some material for my workplace romance script? For example, what were you and President Pei talking about just now? Just a few words are fine for me to hear."

Yan Zhuoyu sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the rearview mirror.

Her black curly hair had been straightened for the convenience of filming, her features had a Hong Kong style, her eyebrows were as dark as spring mountains, her red lips were slightly upturned, and her jawline was tight. After these few days of martial arts training, she had gained a bit more sharpness and natural wild beauty.

Her eyes were no longer cold and wary as before, but began to radiate the peace and happiness of a stable relationship.

Yan Zhuoyu said casually, "It's nothing serious. I just want to tell him that I'm taking a break these few days. I'm going to Qiuyun Bar with you later."

Qin Zhuyue rubbed her eyes, both amused and exasperated: "Report? How old are you? You still need to report?"

This time it was Yan Zhuoyu's turn to mimic her: "Didn't someone say that the essence of marriage before love lies in that 'love after'?"

"Although we can't always keep in touch, we should always keep each other in our hearts."

Autumn Meteor Bar is not far from the hotel, just a 15-minute drive away.

Qin Zhuyue was clearly a regular customer, and the kind who spent lavishly.

The two security guards at the entrance immediately beamed with joy when they saw her.

"Hello, Sister Qin, you're here to visit again?"

Qin Zhuyue nodded, put her arm around Yan Zhuoyu, who was wearing sunglasses, and walked straight from the members' passage to the elevator, heading towards the lounge.

The security guard at the entrance stroked his chin and whispered to the thinner guard next to him, "Don't you think the person next to Sister Qin looks familiar?"

The skinny security guard pursed his lips and nodded with a serious expression: "Looking at her, she looks exactly like that actress our boss had a crush on a while ago?"

"It seems to be her. I remember Sister Qin and she were good friends. But, Young Master Xu's little flame of love was extinguished as soon as it started to bud. Or was it extinguished by someone else?"

At this point in the conversation, the two remembered and said almost in unison, "It's President Pei!"

The thin security guard shoved him: "Go tell the boss I'll stay here and keep an eye on things."

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In October, France is drizzling, the temperature is several degrees lower than in China, the air is filled with a damp coolness, and the streets are foggy and damp.

Pei Weijin had just finished negotiations, and the contract had been signed.

He wore a black suit that reached his knees, a classic plaid tie, and brown boots that, unlike his usual austere style, exuded a more elegant and gentlemanly air.

Meng Yuting followed behind him, holding a black umbrella to shield him from the rain.

Stepping into the hotel lobby, Pei Weijin finally answered the phone, which had been ringing for nearly ten minutes. The caller ID showed Fu Zhuchen as the caller.

His voice remained indifferent. After the call connected, the camera swayed with his steps, only showing the other party a wet asphalt road.

"Is something wrong?"

On the other side of the screen, Fu Zhuchen appeared to be in a hotel entertainment room, alone by the pool table, casually wiping the pool cue stick, looking like a carefree playboy.

But when he looked up, his resentful expression made him look like an empty-nest old man, the kind whose children are unfilial.

Upon hearing the call connect, Fu Zhuchen threw down his golf club and grabbed his phone from its stand.

"Hey, this is the National Day holiday! You and Huo Gou... I mean, neither of you are coming back to China to see me. Isn't that a bit unfair?"

Pei Weijin finally deigned to show his refined and handsome face in front of the camera, replying in his usual nonchalant tone.

"I'm busy working to earn joint property with my wife. Otherwise, what will my wife spend? A relationship without material support is just a pile of loose sand."

Fu Zhuchen rolled his eyes: "Brother, with your net worth and assets, you're still talking about being a loose sand? I think you're the one who looks like a sand sculpture."

"Bye."

Pei Weijin spoke concisely and to the point, showing none of the lingering affection he displayed when speaking with Fu Zhuchen.

"do not."

Fu Zhuchen cleared his throat and abruptly changed the subject: "I heard that our scriptwriter's birthday is on October 5th. Considering that everyone is on holiday, we decided to give everyone five days off to go back and reunite with their families."

Pei Weijin raised an eyebrow: "So?"

Fu Zhuchen said indirectly, "It's nothing. I just wanted to let you know that Qin Zhuyue took your sister-in-law out for fun. I heard she's taking her to broaden her horizons. Just now, Young Master Xu told me that the two of them have already checked into the VIP lounge of his Qiuyun Bar. Although the bar is quite respectable, those male models have pretty good bodies. Touching their abs and kissing their cheeks isn't considered excessive service. Aren't you worried?"

"I believe she knows what she's doing. Besides, it's rare for girlfriends to get together, so they should just enjoy themselves. As a husband, I shouldn't spoil the fun."

Pei Weijin's reaction was very calm, and Fu Zhuchen was somewhat surprised by his indifferent attitude.

"No way, you're someone who carries two marriage certificates with you at all times, and you're saying 'just have fun'...?"

Undeterred, he continued to hint, "What if... what if your sister-in-law has never seen a man like this before and falls for him?"

Pei Weijin scoffed lightly, his thin lips parting slightly: "If you want to go find Qin Zhuyue, then go. Don't always assume things that won't happen and try to ruin our relationship."

Fu Zhuchen pursed her lips, no longer concealing her true intentions.

"Actually, I really admire Teacher Qin's talent, and I'm worried that the media might capture her and report things inappropriately. But if she suddenly leaves, wouldn't that be a bit... you know what I mean?"

Pei Weijin interrupted him without any politeness: "In business, I would be the first to reject someone with your incoherent speech."

"What business is this, buddy? This is the realm of love. I've come to you, a newlywed, married man, for some advice!"

Pei Weijin was initially too lazy to pay attention to him, but upon hearing the two consecutive words containing the character 'marriage', his expression shifted slightly, and his brows relaxed a bit.

"You're an investor in Autumn Meteor Bar, what's wrong with you going to inspect the hotel's operations?"

Fu Zhuchen pocketed the black ball with a single shot and exclaimed in amazement, "No wonder you have a wife who dotes on you."

After the phone call ended, the room returned to silence.

Meng Yuting was busy organizing documents the whole time. Although Pei Weijin didn't avoid him while on the phone, he knew to try not to listen.

But no matter how hard he tried, he still managed to pick up a few keywords: wife, bar, male model.

Putting these three words together, doesn't it just mean the wife went to a bar to find male models?

He secretly glanced at President Pei's hair, which, apart from being a little wet from the rain, seemed to be showing signs of growing grass.

Pei Weijin looked up and met Meng Yuting's gaze: "What are you looking at?"

Meng Yuting coughed lightly and handed over a folder: "President Pei, the meeting minutes have been compiled. Is there anything else you need? If not, I won't bother you any longer."

Pei Weijin took the folder and looked down to flip through it: "Have my administrative assistant book me a flight back to China on the 2nd."

Meng Yuting pondered his meaning. Usually, wouldn't he just go straight back to China?

What happened this time...?

Is President Pei perhaps looking for a way to save face?