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

Chapter 68 Miss Yan, your attitude when asking for help is a bit off.

Even with her eyes glazed over by the light from the corridor, Yan Zhuoyu could recognize the man she was holding hostage as someone who looked familiar, a frequent subject of financial news.

"Pei Weijin?"

The man nodded, his tone calm and low, his eyes maintaining just the right amount of politeness and distance: "Miss Yan, your attitude when asking for help is not quite right."

Yan Zhuoyu cautiously pushed the knife tip forward again, cutting a gash in the expensive fabric of her suit: "How do you know who I am?"

Pei Weijin stood tall and straight, like an ancient tree reaching for the sky, and explained casually, "One of my bodyguards is a fan of yours and happened to see what just happened."

“As an outstanding citizen of a society governed by the rule of law, I naturally would not sit idly by. Those people at the door have been dealt with. Miss Yan, you can consider me to have acted bravely and righteously.”

Although his hands were restrained, he remained calm and composed, speaking slowly and deliberately, showing no concern whatsoever about being harmed.

"Do I look easy to deceive?"

Yan Zhuoyu's voice was laced with suppressed anger, indicating that she was somewhat agitated.

She is still relatively conscious. Although she has control over the other person's hands, she can't exert any force due to the effects of the drug, and the other person is a strong adult male.

Her actions were like an ant trying to shake a tree; the other party was probably willingly being held hostage by her.

But how could a prominent figure in the business world, and the CEO of the Pei Group, who can make companies large and small tremble with a stomp of his foot, be playing a kidnapping game with her?

"You're not easily fooled. I'm sorry, I wasn't sincere enough."

Pei Weijin made no attempt to resist and went straight to the point: "I have my household registration book in my trouser pocket. Actually, what I wanted to ask was, Miss Yan, will you marry me?"

The biggest threat had been easily dealt with by the man in front of her. Yan Zhuoyu licked her lips, grabbed his collar, and actually touched him.

Yan Zhuoyu lifted the hem of his shirt, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a car key.

Pei Weijin shifted slightly to avoid it, and reminded her, "It's in the left pocket. However, I came in a hurry and didn't prepare any gifts. If Miss Yan is interested in this car, I'll give it to you as a gift."

"Next time we meet, you can use this car key to trade for a new car with me."

Yan Zhuoyu has always been honest and straightforward, and she doesn't stand on ceremony with him at all. She casually put the car keys in her pocket. Who would turn down money?

She switched hands to reach for the other pocket, not even bothering to clasp Pei Weijin's hand in return, while he very consciously clasped his own hand in return.

When Yan Zhuoyu actually touched the household registration booklet, she laughed in exasperation: "Are you out of your mind?"

Who carries their household registration book with them when they go out?

Yan Zhuoyu placed her hand on his waist, and under the influence of the medicine, she unconsciously touched it a few more times; it was warm and firm.

Her thinking was a little slow, but she actually started to consider it: "What you just said about marriage, is it for real?"

Marrying the head of the Pei family would be entirely beneficial.

However, what she was thinking more about now was that this person's waist looked very strong, and his hips were also...

Pei Weijin caught her slipping hand in time and said seriously, "Miss Yan, what you said just now is true, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want to me under surveillance."

Yan Zhuoyu pouted, using his strength to steady herself, and muttered, "Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying when you talk?"

"Have."

Pei Weijin is not a talkative person; he speaks concisely and to the point, and often few of his words are pleasant to hear.

"Why did you choose me to marry? Do you know I'm Yan Shuting's daughter? All those rich heiresses outside would fight tooth and nail to marry you. What do you want from me?"

Yan Zhuoyu, like a drunkard, began to slur her words: "It can't be because you think I'm pretty, can it?"

Give me a reason to marry you.

Pei Weijin helped her up and listed out the advantages of choosing him as her marriage partner, word by word.

“We are about the same age, I am only two years older than you, which means I know how to be considerate; in terms of wealth, although I am not as rich as the world’s richest person, I am still on the rich list; I don’t own many cars, only a dozen or so, after we get married you can add any car you like. As for real estate, whichever piece of land you like, I will buy it and transfer it to your name, so it will be more convenient for you to invite friends to stay.”

"I think it's great that you're an actress. No one will interfere with your career after marriage. If you need it, I can provide you with the best resources."

He paused, his voice rising slightly at the end, a rare occurrence: "The most important point is that I am of upright character and have a clean conscience."

"very good."

Yan Zhuoyu felt as if she were wrapped in a quilt and roasted over a fire: "The reasons you gave are very convincing, especially the last one."

She hadn't thrown the knife away yet; it was pressed against her chest, and she looked exactly like someone who was delirious after general anesthesia.

"Okay, let's get married. I'm your fiancée now. Hurry up and drive me to a hotel, or find a private room here or something."

Pei Weijin threw the coat off her shoulder to the ground and put on his own suit instead.

"I have a private lounge on the top floor. Would you like to go up and discuss with me how to maximize the benefits of this marriage alliance?"

"Or, whatever car you like, I'll have someone order it for you right now..."

Yan Zhuoyu gritted her teeth and punched him, then couldn't help but yell, "Are you out of your mind?"

"What the hell is this? Can't you see your fiancée is burning with desire? Come to bed with me and fulfill your duties as the antidote and fiancé, okay?!"

Pei Weijin remained motionless, his face as still as water, as calm as a statue.

"No, you're not sober right now. I can't take advantage of your vulnerability. I prefer things to happen when both of us are sober. No matter what excuse you use to cover up a ridiculous one-night stand, it's still an invasion of privacy."

"Good good."

Yan Zhuoyu placed the knife in his hand, her smile gentle and tender, but her voice sounded like she was gritting her teeth: "Fine, then I'll go find someone else..."

Before she could finish saying the word "person," Pei Weijin suddenly swept her up in his arms.

The good citizen who hadn't reacted much just moments before now forcefully hoisted Yan Zhuoyu onto his shoulder like a mafia boss.

"what are you doing!"

Yan Zhuoyu gasped, feeling even more dizzy as she tilted her head down. She kicked her leg twice, and a hot hand gently covered her cool calf. Her suit jacket fell down, obscuring her vision.

She was enveloped in a faint scent of pine, and her high heels were carefully removed.

Pei Weijin, holding her pair of pointed white high heels in his hand, slowly pressed the floor button: "What can I do? As Miss Yan wishes, I will fulfill my duties as her fiancé."

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Rooftop lounge.

The room was cool and breezy, a stark contrast to the noisy private rooms downstairs. The elegant and stylish decor, along with the fully intelligent home furnishings, made it feel more like a home than a lounge.

Not long after Yan Zhuoyu was put down and stood up, she looked around at the furnishings in the room and said deliberately, "Oh, I've accidentally wandered into President Pei and his lover's place. I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

The man abandoned her and disappeared. The room was rather cold, which helped to dissipate some of the heat from her body.

The deep, magnetic voice sounded somewhat hollow, as if it were coming from the bathroom.

"If you like the term 'little lover,' I'll call you that from now on, but this place is a bit too simple as a place to live."

Yan Zhuoyu followed the sound, feeling her way along the wall. Pei Weijin was in the bathroom, with a bathtub full of water.