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

Chapter 108 My Legal Husband, What's Wrong with Me Kissing Him?

After the meal, Pei Weijin suggested, "We still have some time today. Shall we go to the horse farm? We can get used to the horses indoors first."

Yan Zhuoyu felt that she couldn't waste a good day, so she decisively got into the car and went to the horse farm with him.

On the way, during work hours, Yan Zhuoyu became serious: "Was Yan Shuting's company really ruined because of the business plan you suspended last time?"

"Well, what happened?"

She asked, "What exactly does that project do? Is there any chance of it being restarted?"

Pei Weijin lightly pressed the brake, his left hand, adorned with two wristwatches, resting on the steering wheel, his expression unchanged: "Okay, it was just temporarily shelved before. The project itself is still going, we just haven't continued looking for new partners."

In fact, Yan Shuting had already called Pei Weijin, confirming that it was true that Yan Longyu had broken his leg.

Recalling the phone call in the bedroom earlier, and the family's apology, Pei Weijin thought that Yan Zhuoyu was kind-hearted, perhaps because she had a soft heart.

In short, even if someone is watching, they can't cause any trouble, so he went along with it: "If you need, I can arrange for top orthopedic experts to treat Yan Longyu's leg."

To everyone's surprise, Yan Zhuoyu rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "Are you crazy? This little brat has caused a lot of trouble. He bullies his classmates at school, so it's no wonder he broke his leg."

She didn't believe the claim that Yan Shuting had no money. When her mother passed away, the compensation and insurance were a considerable sum.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood." Pei Weijin sincerely apologized.

"It's okay~"

Yan Zhuoyu waved her hand, sitting elegantly with her long black hair tied behind her head, revealing her slender neck. If you only looked at her upper body, she appeared very proper.

But looking further down, her hand rested on Pei Weijin's thigh, gently rubbing it intermittently.

"The hickey you left last time almost got me exposed by Xu Guinan. I didn't even have a chance to punish you, and today you misunderstood me again. I'm so sad."

Yan Zhuoyu spoke of her sadness, yet her face was full of smiles, and she dramatically covered her mouth with her right hand, adopting the posture of Xi Shi clutching her heart.

"They deserve to be punished."

Pei Weijin grabbed her hand, but only for a few seconds before neatly placing it back in its original position.

The red light has turned green.

He nodded in agreement: "But I was driving, and I was driving recklessly. My family was in tears. My wife probably wants me to live so you can do whatever you want to me."

"cut."

Yan Zhuoyu obediently shrank back. She sat in the passenger seat and continued the previous topic: "The start-up capital for Yan Shuting's company was the result of my mother's hard work and savings over the years. I want to take the company back."

"He hasn't made a name for himself in the real estate business these past few years; things have remained lukewarm. I want to take the company back and transform it into an entertainment company that belongs entirely to me, getting rid of all those shady Yan family relatives. Once the company grows bigger, it can provide more women with security and a springboard for them. Below them isn't an abyss, but a truly brilliant career that can illuminate more people."

Looking at the scenery rushing past the window, Yan Zhuoyu murmured, "I want to be in power. Power is only truly secure when it is in my own hands."

She's not an arrogant person. Why would she refuse to rely on someone who has connections? Why would she just stand there like a 5A-level scenic spot?

After passing through several traffic light intersections, the black Cullinan moved smoothly along the empty road, where traffic gradually thinned out.

Private horse farms are located outside the city, in sparsely populated areas, and therefore offer a high degree of privacy.

The racecourse's agent, having heard they were coming, had already led a group to wait at the gate.

A man with blond hair in a ponytail and blue eyes immediately recognized the distinctive license plate number—a string of 9s—and waved to it from afar.

Pei Weijin parked the car in front of the door, unbuckled his seatbelt, took Yan Zhuoyu's hand, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

"Miss Yan, that's wonderful."

He unbuckled Yan Zhuoyu's seatbelt, showing no disregard for her words. Instead, he listened attentively and quickly devised a plan of action: "Legal matters will be handled by Yue Lin. For other questions, please contact Secretary Meng. I will send a professional team to oversee the operation, but how to deploy them is up to Miss Yan to decide."

"But before that, Ms. Yan's primary task is to legally acquire control of the company and then go to the industrial and commercial department to complete the change of registration."

Pei Weijin spoke clearly and logically, and Yan Zhuoyu nodded in agreement.

The person in front of me is so reliable, it seems like whatever she says will be accepted and cherished.

He leaned forward, wanting to open the car door on her side, but his hand was suddenly pressed down, and the end of his neatly tied tie was pulled.

Warm, soft palms pressed against the back of his head, the sweet scent of preserved plums mingling with the delicate touch, before touching his lips.

Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she kissed him, both proactively and awkwardly.

The freshness of mint mingled with her unique scent between her lips and teeth, and a pair of large hands appeared at her lower back, pulling her forward slightly.

Pei Weijin seized the opportunity, turning the tables and almost pulling her into his arms.

Outside the car window, the privacy glass blocked any outside prying eyes, leaving only the horse farm manager standing there with a puzzled expression.

Why isn't President Pei getting out of the car yet? Is something wrong? Is the seatbelt stuck?

With that in mind, the blond handsome man stepped forward, gently knocked on the car window, and politely asked, "Mr. Pei, is there anything I can help you with?"

Two soft knocks, like a light drizzle, startled the two people kissing inside the car.

Pei Weijin stepped back slightly, his breath mingling with a hint of reluctance.

Yan Zhuoyu's arms were still wrapped around his neck, her alluring fox eyes were now shimmering with water, the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, and her rosy lips seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, moist and tender.

He straightened Yan Zhuoyu's high collar and opened the car window a crack.

"No need. Go and lead my horse to the inner field. My wife and I will be there shortly."

Pei Weijin gave instructions to the person in charge of the blonde hair project, who quickly nodded and led the team to begin preparations.

Pei Weijin smoothed her bangs and smiled faintly: "Why did you suddenly kiss me?"

As the staff gradually left, tranquility returned to the manor gate. Yan Zhuoyu rolled down the car window a little more, letting the damp scent of grass flood the car and dispel some of her hazy consciousness.

She turned slightly to look out the car window, her voice tender and full of unspoken affection: "I like you."

After saying that, as if to make amends, she said confidently, "My legal husband, what's wrong with me kissing you?"

"Then kiss me more often in the future, I like you too."

Pei Weijin paused for a moment, opened the car door on her side, and said, "You get out first, I'll be right there."

Yan Zhuoyu leaned back in her seat and haughtily accused him, "Why didn't you get out with me? In TV dramas, the domineering CEO gets out of the car first, then walks around the car halfway before gentlemanly helping the female lead out. Aren't I your leading lady, your wife?"

As she spoke, she subtly pointed at the other person with her hand.

Pei Weijin said helplessly, "You've already reacted to my kiss. You'll feel awkward if we get out of the car together."

By now, Yan Zhuoyu was immune to such words.

She clicked her tongue, her bright, watery eyes looking over without any attempt to conceal her gaze; she was a sight to behold and not to be underestimated.

"Oh, honey, you have such poor self-control! If you take me horseback riding later, won't we have to clear the whole area?"

After saying that, Yan Zhuoyu poked it with her finger.

Just as the fever subsided a little, it returned to its normal state.