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

Chapter 265 I think Master Pei quite likes my 'crossing the line,' so...

The winter night was deep, and the moonlight, like a ribbon, gently spilled across the courtyard.

Yan Zhuoyu was wearing cotton loungewear. The half of her body facing the door was cold and damp. Every breath felt like frost in her lungs. The air was dry, cold, and astringent. Behind her, the simulated flame fireplace in the living room was burning, emitting a warm yellow light.

Feeling both cold and hot, with a chilly wind blowing outside, and the night still and quiet, it was the perfect time to do something shady.

Yan Zhuoyu openly sized up the property manager in front of her.

Her gaze lingered on Pei Weijin for nearly half a minute before moving up to his cold and aloof face.

Yan Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow, released her arm that was blocking the door, and said with a smile, "Oh, it's Master Pei. Long time no see. You've gotten better and better. I almost didn't recognize you."

She stepped aside to make room for him, gesturing for him to come in, and waved enthusiastically: "Come in quickly, it's my birthday today, but my husband is busy with work and won't be with me. I'm feeling quite lonely by myself. How about you come with me for cake when you're done with your work? I'll pay you overtime."

"Is today your birthday, Madam?" Pei Weijin's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and his tone sounded somewhat regretful: "If I had known, I would have prepared a birthday present for you in advance."

He seemed to remember something and pointed to the logistics cart behind him.

The cart was filled with boxes of various sizes, all from the same brand as the boxes used to wrap birthday gifts last time.

"Madam, these are some things I just bought. If you don't mind, consider them a gift. I'll get you something better next time, okay?"

Yan Zhuoyu glanced behind him, then looked towards the courtyard gate.

A large truck with its cargo bed half-open was parked outside, packed full of cargo—simple and straightforward.

She touched her nose and glanced at the spendthrift man in front of her.

This is called a tiny bit, this is a billion bits.

"How could I possibly mind? I'm overjoyed. Your arrival is the best gift I could receive."

Especially this uniform, it's the biggest surprise.

As Yan Zhuoyu spoke, she reached out and grabbed the man's arm, pulling him inside with a forceful tug, and then closed the door behind her.

After Pei Weijin came in, Yan Zhuoyu still didn't let go of his arm, gently stroking it through his clothes.

Soft fingers moved slowly, inch by inch, along the firm forearm.

Yan Zhuoyu thought that since his skin was quite sensitive, he had to carefully examine the fabric of the clothes. It would be a loss if it was made of inferior material and caused an allergic reaction.

While checking the water meter, Yan Zhuoyu stood behind Pei Weijin, admiring the way he worked.

The meticulous CEO Pei had clearly studied the relevant knowledge and skills for this profession beforehand, and his method of repairing the water meter was very professional.

The cake she ordered was a cherry ice cream cake. When it arrived, Yan Zhuoyu casually placed it on the nearest dining table without having time to put it in the refrigerator.

The room temperature was high, and the animal-based cream was prone to collapsing. So Yan Zhuoyu urged, "Master Pei, when will this water meter be fixed? My cake is about to melt, and it won't taste good if it melts."

The water meter wasn't broken at all; Pei Weijin was just doing a casual check. He can fix it whenever he wants.

For example, right now, he closes the watch cover and says, "It's fixed, ma'am."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Pei. Come and have some cake with me."

Yan Zhuoyu took off the hair tie from her wrist and gathered her fluffy black curly hair at the back of her head into a simple ponytail.

She took a few steps toward the restaurant and realized that Pei Weijin had not followed.

Turning around, she saw Pei Weijin still standing there, his gaze fixed on her, like a deep, unfathomable pool.

Yan Zhuoyu frowned slightly: "Why aren't you coming over?"

Pei Weijin took out his work QR code: "Madam, your water and electricity bill for this month totals four thousand yuan. I need to settle it and report it to my supervisor before I leave work. Would you prefer WeChat Pay or Alipay?"

Yan Zhuoyu walked up to him in a few quick steps, her soft-soled shoes gently touching the tips of Pei Weijin's shoes.

She blinked her fox-like eyes, which glistened with moisture, and her slender hand hooked into the man's palm.

“Master Pei, my husband has spent all our marital property on so-and-so. I am penniless and cannot afford to pay four thousand yuan.”

Pei Weijin's expression remained calm as he let her tease him in his palm, like a feather, light and soft.

He was stern and impartial: "Madam, you've crossed the line. Don't make things difficult for me."

Where did I cross the line?

Yan Zhuoyu moved even closer to Pei Weijin, gently pressing her fingertips against his Adam's apple, feeling its subtle movement.

“I think Master Pei really likes my ‘crossing the line,’ hence the big reaction.”

Pei Weijin lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow. His original ethereal and aloof demeanor had long since faded.

He gripped Yan Zhuoyu's wrist, as if struggling with his own thoughts, and slowly pulled her hand away from his neck: "Madam, this is against the rules."

Yan Zhuoyu didn't care about any of that. With her hands restrained, she simply leaned her whole body into Pei Weijin's arms.

“What rules and regulations? My husband won’t be back for at least ten days to two weeks, and I don’t have the money to pay all the expenses. Since you’re in such a hurry and you like me to cross the line so much, why don’t you pay for this expense for me?”

Pei Weijin loosened his grip a little, and Yan Zhuoyu immediately broke free like a nimble snake, pulling his hand to her waist.

Her voice was seductive and alluring, leading him to peer inside her clothes.

Pei Weijin gazed into her shimmering, autumn-water-like eyes, feeling the warmth emanating from his fingertips, like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade, soft, white, and delicate.

Yan Zhuoyu gradually lowered her body, her voice trailing off, "Master Pei, the cake is really melting, come with me. I won't let you suffer, absolutely, you'll be well worth the price..."

The seemingly cold and aloof man was actually very easy to talk to; he relented after just a few words.

"Alright, then let's see how much you are worth paying this fee for, madam."