ebookland Chapter 29 I went to pick up my husband and bring him home
Chapter 29 I went to pick up my husband and bring him home
After the start of the dog days of summer, temperatures in Kyoto rose again. Especially after rain, the air was humid and muggy, and clothes stuck to the body. The Xiangyun Reservoir was shaded by green trees and was much cooler than the city. However, for the crew filming a period drama, the heavy costumes were enough to cause them to develop heat rash.
Yan Zhuoyu was dressed in an elaborate fairy robe. The camera captured her upper body, and the beauty smiled like a flower, with fair skin and delicate bones, looking innocent and carefree.
Off-camera, she gently lifted the hem of her floor-length skirt with both hands, revealing a section of her fair and shapely calves. An occasional cool breeze swept by, making her feel as if her soul had been elevated, and her smile became even sweeter and more genuine.
"cut!"
The director examined the footage on the monitor and nodded approvingly, "Very good, Teacher Yan has made great progress."
Qiao Xinyun frantically made eye contact and mouthed the words, and Yan Zhuoyu immediately understood and became socially adept: "Thanks to your and all the seniors for your careful guidance."
The director smiled and nodded, indicating that she should go and rest first.
The scenes of Yan Zhuoyu by the water have been mostly filmed; the next scenes will be the scenes between the male and female leads.
"Rest" means it's time to go home. Instead of going home or back to the company as usual, she chose to sit by the fan and quietly observe the performances of the other actors.
Xu Guinan, who plays the male lead Emperor, won the Best Actor award at the Hundred Flowers Awards after only three years in the industry. He should have had a bright future, but he was sidelined for five years because he inadvertently offended some powerful figures.
Until recently, he returned to the public eye with a popular variety show, once again attracting attention.
As Yan Zhuoyu was watching intently, Qiao Xinyun quietly waved to her from the side.
"Your husband came back last night. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and considering what happened with Song Zhiyu a while ago, aren't you going home to properly thank her?"
"Who?" Yan Zhuoyu asked, pointing lightly at herself. "Did Pei Weijin go home last night?"
The meaning is obvious, how could I not know?
"You do not know?"
Qiao Xinyun was shocked and took out her phone to show her that the media had taken photos of Pei Weijin returning to China. The photos were taken at 8 pm last night and had a high number of views.
It seems that everyone except Mrs. Pei knows that President Pei has returned to China.
Yan Zhuoyu quickly checked her phone; the last chat history with Pei Weijin was from the day before yesterday.
At that time, Pei Weijin sent her a message, but she was busy preparing for filming as she had just joined the crew, so she only glanced at it briefly and put it aside without looking at it carefully.
After that, the other party didn't send any new messages, and she forgot about it.
Miss Yan felt a little guilty, but she quickly found an excuse. She flirtatiously tossed her hair and said, "It's all his fault for not informing me of his itinerary."
Qiao Xinyun was stunned for two seconds: "Huh... this works?"
Their own artists are becoming increasingly adept at turning the tables and blaming others.
Then, Yan Zhuoyu shoved the small fan in her hand into hers and said, "Tell the director I'm leaving now."
She drove the Land Rover back to the villa, only to find that Pei Weijin was not home.
In the bedroom, the bed was spotless, without a trace of anyone having slept there. The villa was deserted and quiet, just as it had been when she left.
"Well, they've even learned to stay out all night."
Yan Zhuoyu nestled in the rocking chair, preparing to ask Secretary Meng about Pei Weijin's whereabouts.
As soon as she turned on her phone, the butler stepped forward and said respectfully, "Madam, are you back to see Mr. Pei? He did come back last night, but when he saw you weren't there, he drove to the old house."
"Yunwan Garden?"
Yan Zhuoyu paused, surprised.
Pei Weijin is rarely seen returning to the old house, so why did he go back to the old house instead of visiting her this time upon returning to the country?
She suddenly remembered the rumors circulating online recently. Could it be that she had been called back by those old guys from the Pei family and given a hard time?
So he didn't tell me he was going back to China because he didn't want me to worry?
In that case, Song Zhiyu might be there too.
After saying that, the butler very tactfully went about his own business.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Pei suddenly stand up and go upstairs with a cold and aloof look in her eyes.
Not long after, the lady changed into an elegant white satin dress, a stark contrast to her previous radiant look. With a gentle touch on her finger, a wedding ring shone brightly under the light.
Yan Zhuoyu carried an expensive handbag on her arm, her every step exuding the gentleness and nobility of a socialite. A gentle smile graced her face as she said, "Uncle Tian, I'm going to pick up Mr. Pei and take him home. He's been in France for so long, so please remember to prepare a lavish dinner."
The butler nodded with pleasure: "Don't worry, Madam, I'll go and tell the kitchen to prepare right away."
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Yunwan Garden, reception room.
Grandpa Song sat calmly in the mahogany chair, picked up the purple clay teacup, took a sip, and savored the fragrant tea, which had a bittersweet aftertaste.
He was dressed in an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, his silver hair was neatly combed, and even though he was over seventy years old, his dignity remained undiminished.
"I urge you, this matter must not be let off lightly."
Grandpa Song's voice was steady and powerful, "Our Xiaoyu, as a public figure, was unjustly misunderstood and neglected by Pei Weijin. There was a lot of online discussion, and she, a young girl, suffered a great injustice. She went home and cried for three days and even became depressed!"
Pei Jincheng nodded in agreement: "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Old Master Song put down his teacup, glanced at Pei Weijin who was standing indifferently to the side, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
"Although this matter is small, it concerns the reputation of both families. If Xiao Pei issues a public apology online to clarify the misunderstanding, the two families can reconcile. At the same time, we can take this opportunity to announce our joint entry into the French market. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"
Although Pei Jincheng respected the older generation, he frowned slightly upon hearing about market segmentation, revealing his difficulty.
"This……"
A slightly overweight middle-aged man in a suit, with a round, oily nose, interjected with a smile: "Little Pei, your third uncle thinks this is a good solution. A real man should apologize to the young lady, and the matter will be over. Don't ruin the harmony."
As he spoke, Uncle San sighed again: "In the end, it was you who rejected the Song family's marriage proposal first, which made that young lady lose face."
Pei Weijin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight shining on his profile, gilding it with a faint golden glow, but without any warmth.
He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the people in the reception room, each with their own thoughts, and finally spoke, his voice calm.
"Does Third Uncle mean that all of this stemmed from his refusal of the engagement?"
Pei Hongli laughed and said, "Haha, that's right. Back then, you two were childhood sweethearts. If Jincheng hadn't spoiled you too much and let you be willful and reckless, this marriage would have been arranged long ago."
Pei Weijin remained expressionless and calmly asked, "Do Father and Mother also think so?"
Pei Jincheng snorted coldly, without saying a word.
Madam Pei glared at him and secretly pinched his lower back hard: "Childhood betrothals are just a joke of the older generation. Times have changed. Love is free, and arranged marriages are outdated."
Old Master Song's face darkened: "What? Does the Pei family think our Song family is not good enough for you? I think your Pei family has no sense of contractual obligation whatsoever!"
Pei Weijin smiled faintly, seemingly quite agreeing with Old Master Song's point of view.
"Mr. Song is right. Although it may seem disrespectful to the dead, I have decided to respect everyone's opinion."
He abruptly changed the subject, making a startling statement: "I will arrange for professionals to select an auspicious time for Pei Ruolin and the Song family's daughter to have a ghost marriage. As for the French market, I am willing to give half of the profits to the Song family as a congratulatory gift from my elder brother to them, wishing the two old lovers a long and happy life together in another world."