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

Chapter 123 You really understand me! No wonder you're such a loyal fan!

The housekeeper sent the selected evening gown to be taken care of, while Yan Zhuoyu went to the nail salon as planned.

This studio, hidden in the old city, was opened by her college roommate. It usually only serves regular customers and is very laid-back, just doing it as a hobby.

Yan Zhuoyu took Pei Weijin's arm, entered the password, and pushed open the door. A string of hanging wind chimes swayed in the wind, emitting a series of clear and melodious dreamlike sounds.

The interior is decorated in a European style, with feather ornaments and crystal balls hanging from the ceiling, and exotic flowers on the balcony. It is more like a medieval witch's secret place than a nail salon.

Yan Zhuoyu skillfully touched the brass bell on the counter. The bell rang with an ancient and melodious tone. She called out in a drawn-out tone, "Qing-he?"

"Here you are!"

A curly-haired girl leaped up from a wicker lounge chair, humming a cheerful tune, her steps as light as a deer in the forest.

Shen Qinghe glanced at Pei Weijin beside her, feeling a sense of unease.

Although I had attended their wedding, seeing President Pei personally accompany his wife to her small, run-down shop still gave me a subtle sense of contrast.

After Yan Zhuoyu chose the nail polish color scheme, she let Shen Qinghe do whatever he wanted.

Almost all of her nail art was done by Shen Qinghe, whose aesthetic sense and skill were impeccable.

Each design is screenshotted by fans who then ask their nail technicians to replicate it.

Shen Qinghe operated the nail polisher to remove her old nails, and asked as they chatted, "What are your plans for tonight?"

Yan Zhuoyu replied, "Isn't this the Mid-Autumn Festival? I'm going to Yunwan Garden for a family banquet tonight."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe shook his head with a sigh: "Ah, no wonder."

"What's the wonder?"

"The Pei family's banquets have always been the focus of social circles and a great opportunity to expand one's network. But last night they suddenly announced that they would not be open to the public, would not accept media interviews, and that any group photos taken would not be published on any platform."

Shen Qinghe recounted what he knew in detail, and then said, "At first I thought something big had happened to the Pei family, but now I have a rough idea of ​​why."

Yan Zhuoyu remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly realized that she had overlooked the media, but Pei Weijin had considered her needs.

The family dinner was suddenly closed, clearly out of consideration for their secret marriage.

She turned to look at Pei Weijin in the waiting area.

The other person was sitting obediently on the sofa, with delicate pastries and tea on the wooden round table in front of him. He was neither playing on his phone nor daydreaming; he was just quietly looking at her.

Yan Zhuoyu's heart softened, and she smiled and said, "It will take me at least two or three hours. Find something to pass the time. Qinghe has a tablet here, so don't keep staring at me."

Pei Weijin responded. The only entertainment apps on his phone besides Weibo were that unused shooting game, which someone often didn't play with him.

After a moment's thought, he decided to use this time to handle work-related matters.

Five minutes later, a pungent smell of nail polish suddenly wafted over to my nose.

Pei Weijin looked up and saw Shen Qinghe using a small brush to apply nail polish to Yan Zhuoyu's nails.

He has excellent eyesight and silently noted down the brand of the gel nail polish, then went online to check the ingredient list.

The more he looked, the more Pei Weijin frowned.

Although the nail polish and decorations used in the store are from the top brands on the market, they still contain a certain amount of toxicity. While they may not cause much harm to the human body, they are still unsafe.

Thinking that the newly acquired company's technology department was developing lipsticks with safe and edible ingredients, Pei Weijin immediately sent a message to his secretary, Meng Yuting, asking him to pass it on to the technical director after the holiday and arrange for the development of a new nail polish project.

Secretary Meng replied instantly: "Received."

Two hours later, Shen Qinghe looked up at the "Waiting-for-Wife Stone" in the waiting area and teased, "Your man is really patient; he didn't even urge you once."

Yan Zhuoyu was heating her left hand under the lamp. She raised her right hand, which was halfway finished, and admired it closely: "This is nothing, what's the rush?"

Shen Qinghe is a homebody who rarely goes out and doesn't have many opportunities to meet acquaintances.

When I met up with my best friend, I couldn't help but share some gossip: "Yesterday I took a nail art order from a regular customer who came with her fiancé. As soon as I finished applying the base coat, the guy started holding his nose and nagging incessantly, complaining that I was using inferior products that were expensive and ugly. He was nagging me about it every ten minutes on average, and the customer's face turned dark. I think this wedding is probably going to fall through."

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled and complained, "Is he urging you to hurry up, or is he urging his fiancée to replace him sooner? It's something we agreed on in advance, and all this nagging now is just a spoilsport."

Shen Qinghe found the whole thing increasingly bizarre as he talked: "That's right, he even smashed three bottles of my newly arrived cat-eye nail polish, saying I was harming people and that he was going to call the police to arrest me. He also said it would affect their ability to conceive and that I would be responsible if the child had any problems in the future."

Each sentence he uttered was more absurd than the last.

Yan Zhuoyu found it outrageous: "Why doesn't he say that you'll also be responsible for his parents' retirement in the future?"

Shen Qinghe recounted the story vividly, bringing to life the man's expression at the time: "Hmph, that's not all. The customer was about to explode, but the man was still making empty promises, saying that he was in the cosmetics business and would develop all-natural gel nail polish for her so she could use it even if she got pregnant."

"Don't you think this guy seems alright, at least he's quite considerate?"

Yan Zhuoyu touched her nose and shook her head: "I really didn't think so."

Shen Qinghe couldn't help but laugh, but his hands remained steady.

"Well, anyway, my customer calmed down after hearing that, and he asked me, trying to suppress his temper, when could it be developed? Guess what the guy said?" Shen Qinghe deliberately kept him in suspense.

Yan Zhuoyu was a little curious, and even Pei Weijin, who had been watching the two of them from the waiting area, was listening.

He had already finished his work and waited patiently on the sidelines, not only without feeling bored, but also without interrupting the two sisters' conversation.

She even secretly thought that if this man was really developing this nail polish gel, perhaps she could send her technical director to exchange ideas and learn from him.

Under their gazes, Shen Qinghe cleared his throat, even dramatically puffing out his nonexistent beer belly, and repeated, "I can give it to you, but you can't accept it. Once you perform well, I'll have someone develop it, and when our first son is born, this nail polish will be perfect for our second daughter."

Yan Zhuoyu couldn't help but curse, "Crazy..."

Is this something a human being could say?

Pei Weijin's face remained expressionless, but he felt a pang of regret.

He thought he could take this opportunity to speed up the research and development process. After all, since he and Yan Zhuoyu got married, she had changed her nail polish three times. In addition, she had to change it frequently for filming, which was quite damaging to her nails.

The two chatted for another half hour.

Shen Qinghe turned off the equipment and started packing his things: "Alright, all done!"

She is very thoughtful and, based on Yan Zhuoyu's dress style tonight, specially designed a brown cat's eye gradient nail art for her.

Pei Weijin got up and scanned the QR code on the counter to pay.

Yan Zhuoyu spun her chair around, stretched her hand out in front of him, and asked with a smile, "How is it? Does it look good?"

On fair and slender fingers, the nail tips were shaped into gentle ovals, with brown cat's eye stones shimmering like the twilight in an autumn forest, while the pinky finger was a gradient brown, creating a very early autumn atmosphere.

Pei Weijin hooked her fingertip and said sincerely, "You look beautiful. Do you need me to take some photos for you to post on Weibo?"

Yan Zhuoyu raised her eyebrows, fiddling with her manicured nails, looking quite pleased with herself.

"You really understand me! No wonder you're my die-hard fan~"

Shen Qinghe pointed to the room next door that was specifically used for taking photos, indicating that they could go there to take pictures.

Pei Weijin paused upon hearing the words "die-hard fan".

Yan Zhuoyu keenly sensed this, cleared her throat insincerely, and changed her words: "No, what die-hard fan? I had no idea Zhuoye was you~"