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

Chapter 13 Red Roses: Though corny, they symbolize sincerity and passion.

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the Ragdoll cat with its bright blue eyes nimbly slipped in through the "female door" and jumped onto the big bed with practiced ease.

The Ragdoll cat curled up on the soft pillow, its fluffy tail swaying unconsciously, peeking out and staring at Yan Zhuoyu, who was fast asleep.

Then, with a less-than-perfect cat-like gait, she suddenly jumped onto Yan Zhuoyu's lap.

"Well……"

Yan Zhuoyu was startled awake by the sudden weight. Her hair, after a night of close contact with the pillow, was exceptionally fluffy, almost comparable to the Ragdoll cat beside her.

Although the Ragdoll cat's fur is fluffy, it is actually solid.

And she had no idea about her own weight, sitting innocently on Yan Zhuoyu's lap, happily changing positions to knead her breasts.

One plum blossom imprint after another appeared on Yan Zhuoyu's smooth, white legs.

Yan Zhuoyu took a deep breath, her finger trembling as she pointed at it: "You!"

The ragdoll cat blinked its bright blue eyes, its paws waving gently in the air, its pink paw pads plump and adorable, instantly melting away the resentment in Yan Zhuoyu's heart.

She couldn't resist reaching out to pick up the cat and hold it in her arms.

But cats are liquid; wherever Yan Zhuoyu reached out, it would hide, its round eyes gleaming with cunning.

"Hmph, if you won't let me hug you, then I won't hug you at all."

She pulled the blanket over her head in annoyance and went back to sleep.

Meow~!

The Ragdoll cat stopped kneading its paws in dissatisfaction and glared at her with its cat eyes.

The young lady, who had said she wouldn't hold the cat, took advantage of the cat's inattention, grabbed the blanket, and with a backhand flick, she swept the Ragdoll cat up like a large net.

Yan Zhuoyu hugged the ragdoll cat contentedly.

She stroked the soft cat, feeling great, and muttered to herself, "I'm sleeping, I'm good; you step on me, you're bad; you're a good person, but a bad cat."

"You have to pay for it with your body, I understand?"

The Ragdoll cat was completely devastated, meowing pitifully. How could it be defeated by such a foolish two-legged creature!

The two lay down on the bed, one human and one cat, and Yan Zhuoyu smiled wickedly: "Go ahead and scream, no one will save you today even if you scream your lungs out!"

Fifteen minutes later, the Ragdoll cat lay listlessly on Pei Weijin's pillow, its eyes vacant, as if its soul had been drained.

Yan Zhuoyu got out of bed feeling refreshed and opened the balcony door to let in some fresh air.

On the pearwood wooden table lay a large bouquet of red roses wrapped in black gauze. Fifty-two roses were tied together with fine gold thread and black silk, exuding a subtle yet luxurious charm.

The delicate petals were still glistening with dew, looking as fresh as if they had just been picked.

Yan Zhuoyu looked at the ragdoll cat hesitantly, "You gave it to me?"

"Are you a good cat?"

The Ragdoll cat flicked her leg with its tail, then jumped onto the small table in a spoiled manner, pretending to bite the rose.

"Okay, okay, you didn't send it, you didn't send it!"

Yan Zhuoyu swiftly grabbed the roses and hugged them to her chest. The ragdoll cat, having failed in its attempt, angrily swept the teacup to the ground.

She turned the roses over and said curiously, "Then it could only have been given by Pei Weijin..."

"Why didn't they leave a postcard?"

Yan Zhuoyu searched for a long time but couldn't find it, so she gave up: "Never mind, President Pei's words are worth a thousand pieces of gold, sending flowers is already very unprecedented."

She locked the roses in the closet, washed up, and changed her clothes.

Under the golden light, a woman in a red dress embraced a large bouquet of roses; the flowers were beautiful, and the woman was even more radiant.

She was in a great mood after taking a few photos.

Her favorite color is red rose, though it may be cliché, it reflects her sincere passion.

……

Once Pei Weijin went on his business trip, Yan Zhuoyu returned to her usual routine. Instead of returning to their marital home, she went back to the private apartment she had purchased when she graduated from university.

As soon as I entered the door, my phone rang in my bag.

Having not returned to her apartment for several days, the room felt rather deserted. Yan Zhuoyu threw herself onto the soft waterbed, and all the fatigue and soreness in her body were swallowed up by the gentle waves.

The moment the call connected, it was my own agent's soprano voice.

"Ah! Young Miss, this old servant has come to pay his respects!"

Yan Zhuoyu laughed and moved her phone away, teasingly saying, "Sister Qiao, your voice is good enough to be on 'Singer,' you'd definitely be able to hold your own in the competition."

Qiao Xinyun chuckled, then said seriously, "Seriously, what's the real situation with your family? Give me a break."

The young lady, lying on the waterbed, gave a slightly sarcastic laugh.

"A mother who died young, a mentally challenged father, a stepmother who gained power through her son, and a vicious younger brother."

With just one sentence, Qiao Xinyun's CPU overheated.

She mumbled incoherently, "Wait a minute, are you speaking Chinese? Let me sort it out."

Without a doubt, either of these is like a ticking time bomb for an artist.

If one of their own artists becomes truly famous, no matter which of the three of them comes out to reveal something, the media will chase after them like mad dogs, and ruining Yan Zhuoyu would be a very easy thing.

Yan Zhuoyu knew her worries and comforted her, "Don't worry, with my husband around, they can't cause any trouble."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Qiao Xinyun nodded with satisfaction; that nouveau riche was actually somewhat useful after all.

"Oh, wait, you've led me astray. I was just asking if you knew Fu Zhuchen, but now it seems like your partner set you up?"

Yan Zhuoyu was stunned for a moment, "Fu Zhuchen?"

She had told Pei Weijin not to reveal the fact that she was married to him, and even more so not to affect her career. Pei Weijin always kept his promises, and this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Yeah, he responded in the early hours of last night, and it's still trending on social media. I thought you already knew."

Qiao Xinyun smiled broadly: "Then go check Weibo. Last night's comeback was really impressive. A lot of advertisers and production crews have come knocking on our door. I've picked out two good commercials for you. Filming starts tomorrow morning at nine."

"I've also helped you screen through the scripts, and I've sent the rest to your email. Take a look and see if there are any you like, so I can reply to the director."

Qiao Xinyun thoughtfully reminded him, "Since Fu Zhuchen is interested in collaborating, I think you could try a martial arts script, which would be a good opportunity to showcase your skills and acting abilities."

Yan Zhuoyu agreed to everything and immediately opened Weibo after hanging up the phone.

Her own lawsuit statement still topped the trending search list, and the topic of Fu Zhuchen followed closely behind.

Fu Zhuchen is worth considering.

A well-known lawyer was dismissed.

……

As soon as Yan Zhuoyu clicked on the link, she saw a Weibo post by Fu Zhuchen from IP France, published at midnight.

[Fu Zhuchen: Fu Zhuchen, my sister Yan is interested in you. I saw it, don't choose her anymore. There is indeed a good script recently, and we'll be getting the rights soon. If your acting is good enough, we can consider it.]

The commenters were excited and grateful, while passersby were discussing among themselves, with some making sarcastic remarks.

[Bringing your own investment to the production team—those who know, know.]

Fu Zhuchen, always known for his sharp tongue, retorted directly: "Understand? You know nothing! Do you think I need that pittance of investment?"

[Sigh, even the last bastion of integrity in the industry has succumbed, bowing to capital.]

Fu Zhuchen's scathing comment: [My biggest asset is my personality, OK?]