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

Chapter 121 I will wait for you, always. Goodnight, baby.

A layer of steam condensed on the tiled walls of the bathroom. Pei Weijin held the showerhead and carefully rinsed Yan Zhuoyu's black hair, which cascaded like a waterfall. The light scent of pine wood filled the bathroom.

With her back to him, Yan Zhuoyu felt the warm water flowing down her hair, relieving the soreness in her lower back and calves.

"That's about it. Put on the hair drying cap first, and I'll go out and blow-dry your hair."

After Pei Weijin finished speaking, he patted her lightly and pushed her forward.

The moment Yan Zhuoyu turned her head, she was drawn to the slightly protruding, water-red finger marks on his waist and back, and a strange feeling of guilt arose in her heart.

Looking further down, you can see that the man has been working out his abs recently, and they look more defined than before.

She reached out and poked it with her fingertip, lingering on it with a hint of reluctance: "Keep it at this level, any more and it'll get a bit stiff."

Pei Weijin frowned slightly and removed her hand: "Firewood? If I remember correctly, that's a word used to describe meat."

"Oh, why are you so stingy? I can't even touch it."

This was the first time Yan Zhuoyu had acted so clingy, but it was more of a deliberate teasing. She placed her hand against hers, a satisfied smile hidden in her clear eyes.

As soon as the slender fingers touched it, the lurking beast sprang into action again, even more vigorous than before, its veins bulging.

Pei Weijin pursed his thin lips, raised his hand and turned Yan Zhuoyu's body towards the door, half-pushing and half-helping her out of the bathroom.

"Don't you know why I'm stingy?"

Before Yan Zhuoyu could reply, he had already slammed the bathroom door shut with great decisiveness.

"Hmph, little Pei Weijin, nothing special."

Yan Zhuoyu adjusted her bathrobe, crossed her arms, and blinked her cunning fox eyes, pretending to be magnanimous and not wanting to argue with Pei Weijin.

The frosted door suddenly moved, and she quickly shut her mouth and walked away nonchalantly until she was sure the other party had no intention of coming out, only then did she relax.

Pei Weijin always keeps his word and is very trustworthy; if he says he'll teach, he means he will.

Aside from her initial fear of the unknown, Yan Zhuoyu was gently guided by him and gradually relaxed, becoming completely at ease with him.

Throughout the process, there was no excessive radicalism—omitted…—

Everything was based on her feelings; it ended when she said it would, and she cherished it to the extreme.

Yan Zhuoyu stood in front of the full-length mirror and touched her abdomen. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding in its natural state, showing the unique soft curves of a woman.

She tightened her core and sighed, "Having abs is still not enough."

If I were to play the role in "Ashes," I would need to lose fat and gain muscle, and develop abs, to better match the character's physique.

The audience has sharp eyes. If the makeup artist draws on abs or makes him wear a muscle suit, and screenshots are taken, there will inevitably be comparisons and ridicule, which would be embarrassing on the international stage.

With that thought in mind, Yan Zhuoyu pushed open the bathroom door without any sense of boundaries.

She said excitedly, "Honey, take me to that private gym this weekend!"

Pei Weijin, his short hair half-wet from the shower, glanced at me casually, like a swirling storm, dangerous yet irresistibly alluring.

Hearing the door open, his hand movements paused slightly, his back muscles tensed, revealing a wild desire with nowhere to be released.

Then, under her evasive gaze, Pei Weijin made no attempt to conceal his slow, up-and-down movements—twice, each time brimming with intense desire.

The man's voice was hoarse and low, as if he could no longer bear it, and he forced out two words from his throat: "Come here."

……

The two were very close in the bathroom, their intimate contact filling the room with a humid and hot atmosphere.

Its popularity on Weibo is also rising.

Once midnight passed, the voting for the characters in "Sword Chant" ended, and Yan Zhuoyu topped the list with a support rate of 1200 million. As an artist under Director Fu, she signed a contract that very night.

Taking advantage of the buzz, Yan Zhuoyu cooperated with the company to release an official announcement on Weibo.

Just as Qiao Xinyun predicted, Shan Meishuang followed suit, using marketing accounts and major entertainment media to compile and compare the timelines of the two people after their debut.

Looking at the densely packed manuscript, Yan Zhuoyu nodded in admiration: "They really spared no expense. This copywriting clearly shows that they hired a professional public relations team to handle it."

It was accompanied by pictures and text, video evidence, and even a PowerPoint presentation.

The text is filled with accusations that Yan Zhuoyu's resources came from dishonest means, that she climbed to the top by stepping on Shan Meishuang, and that she was profiting from someone else's misfortune.

[Entertainment Gossip: The highly anticipated drama "Sword Chant" has finalized its casting, boasting a luxurious lineup of talented actors! But I'm quite disappointed that the female lead isn't played by Teacher Shan?]

However, speaking of Yan Zhuoyu, she has been in the industry for two years and is no longer a newcomer, yet she has not had a single work. Recently, her resources have been getting better and better, perhaps she has found the right path?

Upon further reflection on the origins of her character, I just want to cry out for justice for Teacher Shan!

The comparison photos clearly show who the imitator is, from their clothing style to their makeup details.

……

I'll stop here; the truth will speak for itself. Finally, on a side note, Dolly the cloned sheep only lives for six years.

Following the logic of the marketing account and glancing at the comparison images filled with red text, Yan Zhuoyu almost believed it.

A lengthy argument, whether based on evidence or not, is enough to intimidate.

Most netizens don't have the patience to read the complicated text carefully; they just look at the title and blindly take sides with Shan Meishuang.

[It has to be Gossip King, hahaha, sharp-tongued, fearless of authority, and that damn Dolly the sheep!]

[Please, Judge, stay out of my way and walk independently! I refuse to be tied to my Meimei!]

[From an objective standpoint, both actresses have their strengths, but in terms of makeup and outfits, I personally think Yan Zhuoyu has a slight edge. A closer look reveals that Shan Meishuang's natural features are quite delicate, relying entirely on makeup to carry her look; it appears somewhat heavy and mask-like, which looks odd.]

Can Yan Zhuoyu's fans stop pretending to be neutral? And to be honest, which side are you on?

Are you guys crazy? Our Zhuobao has been a beauty since she was little. Look at this graduation photo below, she's already a stunning beauty even without makeup! You can criticize her acting, but nitpicking her looks? You've really messed with us! [Images][Images]

……

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at the comments section casually, not taking the people's comments to heart.

But considering that her fans are still arguing with others late at night for her, this is not good for her breasts!

Yan Zhuoyu thought for a moment, then sent Qiao Xinyun a red envelope, asking her to urge the public relations department to speed up the process of fighting back.

The red envelope was received almost immediately after it was sent, and the recipient called right away.

buzz-

The phone vibrated in silent mode, the sound was not loud, but in the quiet of the early morning, even the slightest sound was exceptionally clear.

Pei Weijin's arm was wrapped around Yan Zhuoyu's waist. When he heard the phone vibrate, he squinted and pulled her closer to him, making them even closer together.

The man's gentle voice whispered in her ear, "It's one o'clock, and you're still not asleep, are you working hard for the 1521 million I invested last month?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhuoyu's hand trembled and she hung up the phone, her wrist throbbing again.

She cleared her throat and said seriously, "Yes, I have to work hard to make your investment look like a great deal."

That's true. While talking to him, Yan Zhuoyu didn't forget to communicate with her agent.

She dug out all her bare-faced solo photos from her student days, organized them by year, and sent them to Qiao Xinyun.

"OK, I'm almost done."

Pei Weijin placed his hand on her lower abdomen, which felt warm and comfortable through the thin cotton nightgown.

He smiled and said, "Although I really want you to give me a proper title as soon as possible, I hope you can rest well and not overwork yourself. We have plenty of time in the future."

Yan Zhuoyu quickly finished her work, turned around and kissed Pei Weijin on the cheek.

"Okay, I'll definitely make you the Best Actress soon!"

Like a small animal, she clung tightly to Pei Weijin's arm, rubbed her face against him a few times, and habitually draped her leg over him. Sleepiness gradually washed over her, and her voice became muffled as she murmured:

"Wait for me a little longer. Once I have my masterpiece, it will be very soon..."

Pei Weijin carefully pulled the blanket up a little, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "I will wait for you, always. Goodnight, baby."