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

Chapter 184 Since you think my hands are white, remember to hold them for a while longer when we dri

Through the phone receiver, the man's voice was magnetic and deep, occasionally drowned out by the roar of a speeding motorcycle and the screams of a young man, making his tone exceptionally cold, like jade—cold, smooth, and calm.

"Miss Yan, have we arrived? Your personal driver is already waiting outside the airport. Would you like me to send someone to pick you up?"

Pei Weijin spoke at a measured pace, with a barely perceptible smile hidden in his tone.

Although Yan Zhuoyu had heard that familiar voice countless times, hearing it now inexplicably stirred a warm feeling within her, as if Pei Weijin were speaking right next to her ear.

Qiao Xinyun, standing to the side, rubbed her face with her hand, keeping a one-meter distance from her young mistress to prevent herself from hearing anything she shouldn't.

She occasionally caught a glimpse of Yan Zhuoyu's reddened ear tips and wondered to herself, "It's just a phone call, why are my young lady's ears inexplicably red? What did President Pei say that had such a powerful impact?"

First-class passengers have their own boarding lane, but after disembarking, everyone has to exit through the same exit. Although it was nighttime, the airport was still bustling with people.

For safety reasons, Yan Zhuoyu not only wore sunglasses but also a mask. When she spoke, a damp, white mist appeared on her brown-tinted lenses.

Yan Zhuoyu's small face was completely covered, and only her curled eyelashes and crescent-shaped eyes could be vaguely seen from the side.

Following Pei Weijin's words, she instructed, "Thank you for your hard work, Master Pei. Please wait by the roadside for a moment. Sister Qiao and I will be there soon."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Pei Weijin was concise and to the point, not wanting to disturb them further, but he didn't hang up either. This way, even if the two of them got lost or encountered any unexpected situations, they could respond promptly.

Yan Zhuoyu turned off her microphone and turned on her camera, pointing it at the road ahead.

She waved to Qiao Xinyun: "Sister Qiao, let's go, I've finished my call."

Qiao Xinyun responded and quickly followed.

After walking side by side for a while, Qiao Xinyun touched her nose and said somewhat hesitantly, "Um... the hotel is already booked. How about I take a taxi there myself? You and President Pei can go together."

She always felt that the young couple hadn't seen each other for so long, they must have a lot to talk about, and it would be inconvenient for her to be a third wheel.

Yan Zhuoyu didn't quite agree: "It's too dark, and the security here isn't as good as in China. I'm worried about you going alone."

She took Qiao Xinyun's arm and walked towards the place Pei Weijin had indicated.

As the two walked out of the airport, the further they went down that road, the fewer people they saw. There were quite a few inconspicuous black cars parked around, and Yan Zhuoyu observed briefly that those men in suits or down jackets who looked like ordinary passersby were actually well-trained bodyguards.

A black Cadillac ahead suddenly flashed its headlights twice, illuminating the dark asphalt road.

The car door opened, and a long leg encased in suit trousers emerged, with black leather shoes firmly planted on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist stepped out of the car.

Pei Weijin saw Yan Zhuoyu and strode over to greet her, taking the suitcase from her hands. Meng Yuting, who followed closely behind, also helped Qiao Xinyun put her suitcase into the car.

"Miss Yan, it's been a long time."

"Ah."

Yan Zhuoyu nodded reservedly, then took off her sunglasses and mask all at once.

She casually stuffed it into Pei Weijin's coat pocket: "President Pei, please hold this for me, don't break it."

Following behind the two, Qiao Xinyun pondered for a moment and felt that she and Secretary Meng were shining brightly.

She raised her hand and suggested, "Um, Mr. Pei, I won't ride in the same car as you. I have some personal matters to attend to at the hotel."

Pei Weijin didn't ask any further questions, but simply gestured to Meng Yuting: "Okay, let Meng Yuting take you, or you can choose any car here, and they will escort you safely back to the hotel."

Qiao Xinyun readily agreed and, without choosing any other bodyguards, directly called Meng Yuting away.

Just kidding, she's not the only third wheel. Secretary Meng looks even brighter than her, and she can't stop her young lady from getting along with President Pei.

These intricate connections are also related to the company's future development.

Meng Yuting drove Qiao Xinyun away.

Yan Zhuoyu got into the passenger seat of the Cadillac, and the left door closed, but Pei Weijin did not rush to start the car.

"Hmm? Aren't you leaving?"

She tossed the small bag onto the back seat, turned her head in confusion, and looked at Pei Weijin with her watery eyes.

Pei Weijin unbuckled his seatbelt and suddenly leaned towards Yan Zhuoyu. As he raised his arm and drew closer, the subtle and mellow scent of pine wood wafted towards them.

His usually cool voice drew closer: "I forgot something very important."

Yan Zhuoyu unconsciously straightened her back, pressed herself against the back of the seat, and followed the man's cold, white hands with her eyes.

"what's up?"

Pei Weijin opened the storage box on her side, the veins on the back of his hand faintly visible, and took out an exquisite brocade box.

His slender fingers gently lifted a bracelet made of carefully selected jadeite stones. The bracelet was lustrous and had a rich rose pink and imperial green as its main colors, with details cleverly embellished with beeswax yellow and lapis lazuli blue. The tassels swayed, and it looked very noble in his hands.

"A surprise for you, a little gift to mark our meeting."

Pei Weijin beckoned to Yan Zhuoyu with his finger, gesturing for her to extend her hand: "I noticed you were interested in that Bodhi bracelet before, and when I happened to see this one, I thought it would look beautiful on you, so I thought I'd buy it for you."

Yan Zhuoyu snapped out of her daze, reached out her hand, stared at the bracelet, and said with a smile, "Thank you, husband, this jade bracelet is so white."

Pei Weijin chuckled and gently and skillfully placed the bracelet on her wrist: "Is that so?"

"There's no white on the bracelet. Is it because my hands are white, or is the bracelet's color pure?"

"Of course, my husband's hands are whiter."

Yan Zhuoyu was generous with her praise and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Her husband has nice hands, what's wrong with giving my opinion?

Pei Weijin casually started the engine: "Since you think my hands are white, remember to hold my hand a little longer when we get back to the hotel."