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

Chapter 26 President Pei loves you so much, okay?

Song Zhiyu deleted her blog post.

The century-old friendship between the Pei and Song families appears to be showing signs of cracking.

Song Zhiyu faces a crisis of sky-high compensation from a French auction.

Former Pei Group lawyer Yue Lin will take over Yan Zhuoyu's defamation lawsuit.

……

The top 50 trending topics were all related to this incident, and even major marketing accounts were frantically reposting summaries of related events to ride the wave of popularity and traffic.

Qiao Xinyun changed the password of Yan Zhuoyu's main account, so she can only use it during working hours; at other times, she can only use her secondary account.

She clicked into the official Weibo account of the Pei Group, and the pinned post had been changed to the lawyer's letter and announcement.

The "Wei Zhi Xin Dong" CP fans, who were just celebrating, are now all asking questions.

What does this mean? I couldn't understand it at the undergraduate level, and now you're asking for a master's degree.

Even a master's degree holder can't understand this; can someone with an associate's degree explain it to me?

[Here's a summary from a college graduate: Ms. Song Zhiyu is about to be prosecuted for impersonating that person's sweetheart and forging a unique item from a French auction. Given the capabilities of that person's top-tier legal team, she could very well spend her life in jail and be financially ruined!]

Although the Song family isn't among the top four wealthy families in Beijing, it has a century-old family history and is a long-standing friend of the Pei family. In my opinion, President Pei is still too young and acts too rashly.

[I agree. Most marriages in wealthy families are business alliances, prioritizing profit. Besides, even if President Pei likes someone, she's just a sweetheart, not his wife. It's really unsightly to make such a fuss over something so trivial.]

The Pei family will be ruined by this kind of person sooner or later.

In business matters, letting emotions cloud judgment is unacceptable; it's time for the Pei family to change leadership.

……

Although Yan Zhuoyu didn't understand business matters, she keenly sensed something unusual in the comments section.

This incident, which falls more into the realm of entertainment, inexplicably spawned a large number of negative comments targeting Pei Weijin, pointing out that he was unsuitable to be the head of the Pei family, as if fanning the flames.

Qin Zhuyue stood to the side, her gloves soaked with crayfish juice, peeling them with great enthusiasm. Before long, she had filled a small bowl with them, and she smiled as she pushed the bowl in front of Yan Zhuoyu.

"Hey, how about it? Have you succumbed to President Pei's charm yet?"

Seeing that Yan Zhuoyu didn't speak, she moved closer, glanced at the phone screen, and said in surprise:

"Hey, when I was looking at the comments section just now, it wasn't like this at all. Back then, netizens were all mocking Song Zhiyu as a clown, and speculating that President Pei was only suing her and not you, because you're President Pei's sweetheart. How come there are so many crazy comments now?"

"This shift in public opinion, it's likely that the Song family has manipulated it."

Yan Zhuoyu thoughtfully opened the comment section of other trending topics, only to find that the accusations against Pei Weijin were overwhelming, while Song Zhiyu had become a secondary character.

"possible."

Qin Zhuyue didn't take it seriously. She casually rolled up a thin pancake, stuffed it into Yan Zhuoyu's hand, and laughed, "Don't think too much about it. You just need to be beautiful and become famous in the entertainment industry. President Pei will be responsible for making money to support the family and being your strongest support."

"makes sense."

Yan Zhuoyu chewed slowly for a few moments, her mouth filled with the sweet and fresh taste of garlic crayfish and the cumin aroma of lamb skewers.

At first, she was quite happy to see President Pei stand up for her, but now that she realized this matter had caused him trouble, she felt somewhat uneasy.

Just like when I was a child, my mother's words, "If it weren't for you, we would have divorced long ago," often lingered in my mind.

She didn't want to be a burden or a nuisance to others.

Yan Zhuoyu opened Pei Weijin's chat window, typed a few words, then turned off her phone, tossed it onto the sofa, and focused on eating.

The television happened to be showing a scene from a period drama where blood was used to determine kinship, which quickly drew her attention.

Qin Zhuyue barely ate a few bites before her true intentions shifted elsewhere.

"Beautiful Yan, I'm thinking of changing things up for my next script. I'd like to write a workplace romance with a marriage of convenience that blossoms into love. Could you share some romantic and heartwarming stories about you and President Pei that you have together? Give me some material!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow and pointed at herself: "Marriage of convenience to love? Me and President Pei?"

"uh-huh."

Qin Zhuyue couldn't wait to open the writing software, her fingertips hovering over the keyboard as she looked at her with expectant eyes.

Yan Zhuoyu scoffed lightly, saying with a hint of teasing, "Look at President Pei, so cold and aloof. Does he seem like someone who understands romance?"

“However…” she paused for a few seconds, recalling what had happened recently, “as a partner, he is indeed impeccable.”

Qin Zhuyue's keyboard was already "eagerly thirsting": "For example?"

Yan Zhuoyu took off her disposable gloves and threw them into the trash can, then slowly said, "For example, that old bald monk I complained about to you before, if I had just recorded it and it had been leaked, I would have only gotten a meaningless apology at most. But after President Pei took action, Director Wang was forced to retire from the industry, and his Xinghe Entertainment went bankrupt as a result."

"Also, he went to France, and it seems he really learned a bit about romance from the French when he came back. Before, he only knew how to transfer money to my account, but now he also sends flowers and cars..."

Qin Zhuyue interrupted her as she was writing: "Wait, don't you think President Pei is pursuing you?"

"Chase me?" Yan Zhuoyu chuckled. "How could that be? Our marriage is a business arrangement. Where would there be any feelings? Besides, we've already registered our marriage, so there's no need for him to pursue me."

Qin Zhuyue shook her head, looking quite experienced: "You don't understand, do you? The essence of marriage first, love later lies in 'love later'. If he had no feelings for you, why would he break ties with the Song family for you? That wouldn't be a wise move for the Pei family or for himself."

She already quite liked Yan Zhuoyu and President Pei, so she started to analyze the details between the lines.

"This matter is being widely discussed online. The century-old friendship between the Pei and Song families has been severed just like that; it's practically a declaration of war. Hasn't Madam Pei contacted you?"

"No," Yan Zhuoyu answered decisively.

"Isn't this right!"

"Huh?" Yan Zhuoyu tilted her head in confusion, not understanding how it matched up.

Qin Zhuyue gently tapped her senile head and said, "This shows that President Pei is protecting you behind the scenes. How could the Pei family remain indifferent to such a big storm? But none of them came to you to advise you to be obedient and magnanimous, which means that President Pei has already taken care of everything and is not letting anyone disturb you."

"Wow, President Pei is really..." Qin Zhuyue had a sudden inspiration and typed furiously on her keyboard: "I love him so much!!"

"Yeah……?"

Yan Zhuoyu felt a little more relaxed, but his resolute "no" immediately pulled her back to reality: "Anyway, he could never like me."

Qin Zhuyue chuckled twice and didn't ask Yan Zhuoyu for any more details. In just ten minutes, more than a thousand words had appeared on the computer.

Just then, the phone on the sofa suddenly vibrated.

[The cold and aloof CEO cordially invites you to a video call]