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

Chapter 50 The Clever Uses of a Tie: Taming a Fierce Dog

After that night, Yan Zhuoyu suddenly realized why Pei Weijin had bought so many identical ties.

If it's just for daily washing, two or three ties are enough. But if it consumes too much for other things, such as replacing an eye mask to dim the light and improving sleep quality; or if the tie is specially made and not easily damaged, it can subdue even the fiercest dog...

Therefore, ties have many uses and are essential for family harmony.

Yan Zhuoyu thought it was reasonable to prepare more in the future. Of course, if it was needed to restrain unruly prisoners, some torture tools might also be needed.

The two fell asleep cuddling close, and when Yan Zhuoyu woke up again, she was awakened by the cat stepping on her.

"Meow~"

After waking the person up by stepping on them, the culprit smugly jumped onto the highest cabinet. It held a grudge and would not forget the two-legged creature's groping of it, which was truly an insult to its feline dignity.

"A defeated cat under my command."

It was past midnight, and even if Yan Zhuoyu was grumpy when she woke up, she had already had enough sleep. When she got out of bed, her thighs were a little sore.

She touched the ragdoll cat from a distance: "Where is your owner? Why did they send you here?"

"Meow~"

The Ragdoll cat haughtily flicked its tail and groomed its fur, ignoring the two-legged creature's question.

Yan Zhuoyu scoffed, wet her washcloth with water, and continued to ramble on while washing her face: "You know what? You're really pretentious. Actually, I don't want to touch you at all. I've found a kitten that's even more obedient than you."

The Ragdoll cat paused in its grooming, then hesitantly looked up: "Meow?"

It was an adult cat, while the two-legged creature in front of it carried a strong scent of its owner.

"I touched him all night, and I'm not interested in you anymore, understand?"

In a few words, Yan Zhuoyu had finished washing up. She pushed open the door, not even glancing at the kitten, and said, "You stay here. I'm going to find my sweet little kitten."

The moment the door was pushed open a crack, the Ragdoll cat leaped down from the top of the cabinet, scrambling over miscellaneous items and knocking over a pile of bottles and jars.

It darted in front of Yan Zhuoyu and was abducted once again: "Meow!!"

Yan Zhuoyu smiled and pulled it into her arms, gently brushing away the stray hairs by its ear with her fingertips, teasingly saying, "Tsk, little silly cat, you always fall for it, every time it's the same."

The Ragdoll cat made quite a noise when it knocked things over. The butler heard the noise and came over, standing politely in the stairwell, asking with concern, "Madam, is there anything I can help you with?"

Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the railing, her white nightgown belt tied into a large bow, exuding elegance. Her hair was simply styled, and she held the plush cat in her arms, looking like a carefree noblewoman, perfectly matching the man standing silently behind her.

"It's nothing, it's just the commotion it made."

Yan Zhuoyu answered softly, then lowered her head to play with the cat in her arms, completely unaware that the Ragdoll cat had become unusually well-behaved: "Where is the master?"

The butler's eyes flickered slightly, and he coughed lightly: "Uh, Madam, Mr. Pei is right behind you."

"?"

Yan Zhuoyu took a small step back and accidentally pressed herself against Pei Weijin's chest.

He was much taller than her, and his voice was deep and slightly cold: "Mrs. Pei, I've been standing behind you for a long time, and you don't seem to care much about this obedient little kitten of mine."

Yan Zhuoyu was speechless for a moment. She thought that Pei would be at work at this time, but she didn't expect him to still be at home.

So, the real cat didn't understand her nonsense she was spouting to fool the cat, but the fake cat did.

The butler was startled. He glanced at the mistress and then at the master. What kind of obedient little cat was this? Was this something he could listen to?

He wants to continue working here until he retires!

"Well, sir, madam, I'll go check on how lunch is being prepared."

The blue-eyed Ragdoll cat became incredibly well-behaved after seeing its owner, completely different from before.

Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the railing, the ribbon tied into a bow lightly brushing against the armrest: "Um, here's your cat back. I'll go check on the kitchen too..."

She recalled the interrupted conversation from last night, and Pei Weijin's confession, the sincerity of which was uncertain, and the thought of running away arose in her mind.

The Ragdoll cat was placed in the man's arms, and several soft white cat hairs stuck to his black bathrobe, adding a touch of warmth to his otherwise stern face.

Pei Weijin held the cat steadily with his left hand, and hooked the bow at her waist with his right hand, pulling her back.

Yan Zhuoyu was trapped in the wall formed by his body. Her gaze wandered, finally settling on his arm that was bracing against the railing. His sleeve was half-rolled up, revealing his strong forearm, and the black and gold watch on his wrist looked like it had never been taken off.

However, the Italian sun seemed rather harsh, and the men's originally pale skin turned into a healthy tan.

When she gets nervous, she tends to overthink and have all sorts of wild ideas. For example, right now, she's thinking: If Pei Weijin takes off his watch, will he...?

The thought had barely formed when Pei Weijin calmly said, "There is no difference in skin color."

Both the person and the cat looked up at the same time. Yan Zhuoyu's somewhat narrow fox eyes widened in surprise. "Did I...did I just say that?"

"No." Pei Weijin shook his head.

"Then how do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Because I understand you, I know you, I can tell what you're going to do with just one look from you."

Yan Zhuoyu scoffed, crossed her arms, stood between the two of them, and looked for an opportunity to slip away: "Don't joke around. You and I have only known each other for about a month. What makes you think you understand me?"

"Even my best friend wouldn't dare to say something so outrageous."

"So, I'm not your best friend, I'm your husband."

Pei Weijin grabbed her wrist and led her towards the study: "For example, right now, I can see that you want to run away."

Outside the study, a cat, brimming with curiosity, is scratching at the door. Is there anything this great cat can't hear?

Sunlight easily filtered through the thin curtains, filling the room with warmth—perfect weather for reading a script, Yan Zhuoyu thought to herself as she sat down opposite Pei Weijin.

The two appeared to be negotiating face-to-face, and in fact, they were.

Pei Weijin took out a document from his desk drawer. The cover was white with black text, and the four large characters "Divorce Agreement" were clearly written on it.

His gesture of handing it over was extremely casual, as if it were just an ordinary piece of draft paper.

Yan Zhuoyu's fingers curled slightly as she looked at the divorce agreement. She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart—bitterness, regret, or perhaps a hint of panic.

She didn't even touch the divorce agreement, inwardly mocking herself, "Look, you told him to leave, and he really left. Isn't this what you wanted? Now you're reluctant to let go of anything."

Are you reluctant to give up the other person's good qualities, or are you reluctant to give up their money and power?

It can't be that they can't bear to leave the people they love, right?

It's really ridiculous.