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

Chapter 21 Mrs. Pei, you can't force me

Pei Weijin had already given the order, and when the two returned to the villa in disheveled clothes, it was deserted, thus avoiding any awkward situations of being seen.

After taking a shower, Yan Zhuoyu's mind was still filled with Pei Weijin's concise and powerful "good".

She changed into a light purple floor-length gown, the delicate sequins shimmering as the skirt swayed, perfectly complementing the crown.

On the table, a small mountain of dazzling jewels stood out, with the box containing the crown, its subtle shimmer making it even more magnificent than the others, taking center stage.

Next to the gift box was a bouquet of pure gold roses, the petals delicately carved with clearly visible textures, lifelike. Where a postcard should have been placed, a new car key was hanging.

Yan Zhuoyu took the car keys. If she remembered correctly, she had just received a new car yesterday.

Pei Weijin, who had just finished showering in the guest room, entered the bedroom and saw Yan Zhuoyu taking pictures of the bouquet of gold roses, looking very satisfied with the gift.

Teacher Lie really wasn't lying to him.

He stepped forward, the light scent of pine shower gel cool and pleasant.

"Mrs. Pei, the roses made of pure gold will never wither and will always bloom for you. Also, you are not allowed to use the car I gave you to pick up other men."

Yan Zhuoyu turned around, reached out and hooked the belt of his black silk robe, wrapping it around her fingertips twice.

Thinking back to the car, perhaps because there was no condom, the man didn't do it. Now that they were back at the villa, she felt somewhat unsatisfied and deliberately asked him, "What would happen if we gave him a ride?"

Pei Weijin grabbed her hand, kneaded her palm, and said meaningfully, "Mrs. Pei, the prenuptial agreement states that you cannot force me."

Yan Zhuoyu: "..."

Those words sound so familiar; I just said them myself not long ago.

But judging from the curve of the thick black robe being stretched, it seemed as if the other person was playing hard to get.

She pulled her hand back: "Forget it."

Pei Weijin explained, "I have to catch a flight back to France at nine o'clock, so I need to rest for a while. Some details of the contract are not yet finalized."

The implication was that, if he weren't tied up with official duties, he would be happy to act out the consequences of having an affair with another man with Mrs. Pei.

Yan Zhuoyu took pity on him and stopped disturbing his nap, then focused on unpacking the gift boxes.

The violet crown was even more dazzling than in the photos. Fine diamonds were outlined and set in gold and silver wires, like twinkling stars, emitting a dazzling light. She put the crown on her head in front of the mirror.

It fits perfectly, but something's missing.

She opened the jewelry box and took out a pair of crystal-clear purple cat's eye earrings.

Everything is ready, and the female celebrity begins taking photos and working!

A flurry of photos revealed her flawless beauty from every angle, requiring no Photoshop editing; every shot turned into a masterpiece.

She randomly picked eight beautiful photos, then found a cat emoji wearing the same purple dress and placed it in the middle before posting it on Weibo.

The emoji reads in large characters: 【I am the Emperor!】

The woman in the photo is wearing a purple vintage dress. She has a voluptuous figure and beautiful features. A violet and jade crown adorns her head, making her look like a star crowning her.

As she raised her hand, it seemed as if she were whispering to God. The supple muscles of her upper arm were faintly visible, a blend of strength and grace, like a majestic king of the ancient Roman Empire, ruling over all directions, sacred and inviolable.

After finishing her business, Yan Zhuoyu put her phone on the bedside table to charge and lay down next to Pei Weijin to catch up on sleep.

Inside the bedroom, the strong scent of plum blossoms was gradually diluted by the aroma of pine. Smelling the scent of the person next to him, he finally got a good night's sleep.

2 p.m.

Yan Zhuoyu held the script in her hand, concentrating on reviewing her lines, while Qiao Xinyun attentively held a small fan to cool her down.

Beside her, the assistant closed her eyes tightly and muttered prayers to the heavens: "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, please bless Zhuoyu so that she can be selected."

Yan Zhuoyu had a headache listening to this: "Master, stop reading. You've made me forget the lines I just memorized."

"I'm so sorry." The assistant bowed three times to her, then turned away and continued to pray devoutly in silent mode.

Not many people auditioned for the role of the senior sister. Although the story has a rich growth aspect, she is a villain who stands on the opposite side of the female lead. After the broadcast, she will easily be compared by fans of the actress who plays the female lead.

Yan Zhuoyu got tired of sitting, so she put her script on the table and got up to stretch.

Looking up, I saw Li Yunsheng walking out of the audition room, wearing a white gauze dress and smiling broadly.

Her agent, who was traveling with her, smiled even more smugly.

Qiao Xinyun said in a low voice, "When she heard that you were going to audition for the senior sister role, she came to audition for the junior sister role instead."

Yan Zhuoyu understood; Li Yunsheng was truly infatuated with her, even more so than when they were paired up as a couple.

The junior sister is a very likable character. She is not only the heroine's best friend, but also a kind person who patiently persuades her senior sister to turn back from her ways. In the end, she even dies for the sake of justice and righteousness.

In other words, once filming begins, Li Yunsheng can extract scenes of his junior sister being beaten to manipulate fans and salvage her character.

Li Yunsheng took the initiative to step forward, took her arm, and pushed Qiao Xinyun aside. From behind, the two looked like best friends.

Yan Zhuoyu has selective fastidiousness; for example, she dislikes Li Yunsheng.

And the strong, pungent smell of milk emanating from her was just like the bad breath of someone who had just drunk milk and then eaten cookies.

Li Yunsheng's smile remained unchanged as he lowered his voice and said, "My manager is taking pictures. If you don't want to cause any trouble, you'd better cooperate with me and dispel the rumors that we're at odds."

Her threat might have some deterrent effect on others, but it had no effect on Yan Zhuoyu.

Yan Zhuoyu pushed the person away and said with disgust, "What kind of cheap perfume are you using? It's giving me a headache."

Li Yunsheng stumbled a few steps in her high heels, but fortunately Zhang Xuyu caught her in time. "Are you alright?"

He turned his attention to Yan Zhuoyu: "What did our Xiaoli do to you? Why did you push her?"

Qiao Xinyun rushed over like a mother hen protecting her chicks, shoving her phone camera right in their faces.

"So you guys are the only ones who know how to take pictures?"

The assistant quickly opened her phone and retorted, "Come on, say something!"

Zhang Xuyu's face turned ashen, and he secretly tightened his grip on Li Yunsheng's arm, perhaps not expecting Yan Zhuoyu, who usually avoided him, to become so assertive this time.

Li Yunsheng was pinched painfully, but forced a smile: "No, I just lost my balance. Brother Yu, let's go first. Sister Yan and the others are about to audition."

Zhang Xuyu snorted coldly, which gave him a way out.

Li Yunsheng sincerely wished you good luck in your audition: "I wish you success in your audition."

After the two left, it was soon Yan Zhuoyu's turn to go in for her audition.

Qiao Xinyun waited at the door, looking as expectant as if she were waiting for a child taking the college entrance examination.

The assistant was squatting in the shade scrolling through Weibo. After seeing the trending topic, she clicked her tongue in envy.

"Sigh, if only a domineering CEO could spend 800 million for me at an auction and then express his deep affection for me in front of the media."

Qiao Xinyun casually chimed in, "Eight hundred million? What kind of antique is worth that much?"

"It looks like a violet crown?"

The assistant happened to see a high-resolution image and looked up to hand her the phone.

"!!!"

Qiao Xinyun was suffocating. How come this crown is exactly the same as the headdress her own artist wore in the selfie she posted at noon!