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

Chapter 163 I want to book a plane ticket to Italy

“That girl is not me, but I know nothing about this photo.”

Yan Zhuoyu spread her hands and then sat down between the two of them, crossing her legs in a very relaxed manner.

When Qiao Xinyun heard her say that, she first breathed a sigh of relief, and then she held her breath again.

Her artists were completely unaware of this...

"What's going on, Mr. Pei?" Her eyelids twitched. "Is your husband going to have a new girlfriend?"

Qin Zhuyue actually felt the same way. After all, a man, no matter how outstanding, is still a man.

She slapped her thigh and stood up, annoyed, "Damn it, Yan, don't be sad. There are plenty of men out there, if one doesn't work out, we'll find another! He was using a business trip as an excuse to date beautiful women, right? We can do that too! Come on, I'll take you to a bar, order fifty male models to have dinner with you, and treat you like royalty, how about that?"

Yan Zhuoyu leaned lazily against the soft sofa cushions, her neck slightly tilted back, sitting relaxed and motionless.

Amidst their questioning gazes, she uttered that classic line from a love-struck woman: "I believe he's not that kind of person."

Qin Zhuyue was utterly exasperated: "What's wrong with you? Can't you be a little more assertive? Although I also don't think President Pei is that kind of person, I had this photo authenticated, and it's confirmed that there are no signs of Photoshop editing."

Yan Zhuoyu remained calm and composed: "The photo is real, but the date is definitely fake. This photo was most likely taken after Pei Weijin didn't reply to my messages."

Qiao Xinyun coughed lightly and said cautiously, "Doesn't that explain the problem even more? Because he ate with that woman, so..." (I'm ignoring you now.)

She didn't finish her sentence, worried that her artist might be too shocked and hadn't reacted yet.

But Yan Zhuoyu shook her head: "No, I suspect he encountered some special circumstances that prevented him from replying to me. Besides, his location is still in Italian waters."

“If it were just Pei Weijin who didn’t reply, then they might really be on a date. But Meng Yuting didn’t reply either, and that’s the problem. He explained the reason to me when he flew to Italy. Also, although the woman in the photo is only her back, she looks very familiar to me, like I’ve seen her somewhere before.”

Hearing this, Qiao Xinyun also felt that she vaguely remembered it.

Yan Zhuoyu pursed her lips and recalled, "I remember now, she should be Sally. She invited Pei Weijin to dance at the Qimeng banquet before, but he refused."

Qin Zhuyue smoothly continued the conversation: "So this number one beauty in France held a grudge and returned to France to seek help from the Godfather. This time, she returned to Italy, kidnapped Pei Weijin, and vowed to take back everything that belongs to her!"

Qiao Xinyun looked at her with an indescribable expression: "..."

As expected of a screenwriter, her imagination is truly boundless; she is completely convinced.

Although Qin Zhuyue's words were a bit far-fetched, they were indeed similar to Yan Zhuoyu's guess.

However, compared to this love affair, Yan Zhuoyu felt that this incident was more likely driven by a conflict of interest.

But in any case, she couldn't just sit and wait for news.

She reopened her chat history with Pei Weijin, trying to find some clues. But probably because it happened so suddenly, she didn't find any useful information.

Yan Zhuoyu stared at his last reply, lost in thought.

[Jin: Yeah, I had my assistant who stayed in Beijing contact the platform management. Don't worry, they won't notice. I got Fu Zhuchen to take the blame.]

The assistant who stayed in northern Beijing? And Fu Zhuchen?

She looked up and beckoned to Qin Zhuyue with her finger: "Little Yuezi, come here for a moment."

Qin Zhuyue exclaimed "Yes!" and leaned closer to ask, "What are your orders, beautiful lady Yan?"

"Go ask Fu Zhuchen if he knows anything about Pei Weijin's situation, or if he received any information before this point in time."

Although Qin Zhuyue was not very willing to deal with Fu Zhuchen, this matter concerned Pei Weijin's safety, so she readily agreed and left the room.

After Qin Zhuyue left, Yan Zhuoyu found Pei Weijin's assistant's phone number.

The phone was answered after only three rings, and a man's voice came through: "Hello, this is Li Muxin. Are you Miss Yan?"

After Yan Zhuoyu identified herself, she asked directly, "Besides asking you to contact the Weibo platform administrators, did Mr. Pei leave you any other information?"

Li Muxin quickly replied, "Yes, Miss Yan. President Pei told me that if I did not receive further instructions from him within 24 hours, I should inform you of his situation in Italy and report it to the Italian, French, and Chinese embassies for assistance."

Then, he described Pei Weijin's current situation to Yan Zhuoyu in detail.

Yan Zhuoyu didn't even know when she hung up the phone.

Her hands were ice cold.

Qiao Xinyun, who had been by her side the whole time, knew what had happened since the call had been on speakerphone.

The embassy has received the information and is verifying it.

Qiao Xinyun held Yan Zhuoyu's hand, wanting to warm it up for her.

Yan Zhuoyu only remained confused for a minute before regaining her composure: "Sister Qiao, could you please ask Director Fu for leave? I need to book a plane ticket to Italy."

She also considered helicopters, but for long-distance flights, passenger planes were faster.

Throughout the entire period, Pei Hongli kept calling.

Qiao Xinyun was very close to Yan Zhuoyu, so she naturally saw the constant stream of incoming call notifications. She pondered for a moment and said, "He's the former CEO of the Pei Group, right? He keeps calling you. Could it be that he has some news to tell you? It's a family feud, maybe this matter is also related to Pei Hongli?"

Yan Zhuoyu paused for a moment, then slid the answer button.

Pei Hongli's first words were his signature laugh: "Haha, Xiao Yan, were you busy just now? Didn't you see my call?"

Yan Zhuoyu replied calmly, "Yes, I'm busy dealing with the Weibo post Yan Shuting made. Does Uncle have any good suggestions?"

Pei Hongli chuckled twice: "Oh dear, my dear in-law, you might have just been confused for a moment. Anyway, it's not a big deal. Why don't we just let it cool down for now? But what your third uncle is about to tell you is the real big deal. Don't you want to know where my nephew is now and what he's going through?"

"I won't beat around the bush with you anymore. We're all smart people. Don't you want to know how to get my nephew back home safely?"

"Come to Ya Yun Xuan, and I'll tell you all the answers you're looking for."

Yan Zhuoyu turned on the call recording function. After listening to Pei Hongli's words, she only asked one question: "Okay, I'll come find you in a bit. Where are you now? Have you arrived at Ya Yun Xuan yet?"

Pei Hongli replied nonchalantly, "I'm at the old house."

After that, Yan Zhuoyu managed to get two more questions out of him.

It is certain that Pei Hongli is involved in this matter. He colluded with the Yiwen family from within.

As soon as the call ended, Yan Zhuoyu immediately called the police, allowing them to arrive at Ya Yun Xuan before Pei Hongli.