"If you feel troubled, don't feel wronged for my sake. This is my own business. Xiaoyu is my wife. I can't touch the Yu family now, but in ten years, I will definitely make them kneel down and apologize to my brother! The Yu family will be taken down sooner or later!"

The boy's brows were filled with malice.

"I'm leaving now."

Pei's mother watched her son's departing figure with mixed feelings.

When they got back, Nan Yu was still asleep. He knew nothing about what had happened that morning. Pei Ji prepared lunch for him and went to the study to contact Pei Lin, whose older cousin, that busy man, was in a meeting.

He first dealt with Yu Mochi's messy affairs.

Upon investigation, Pei Ji found Yu Mochi's behavior utterly baffling.

Before their last encounter, he and Nan Yu had no connection whatsoever. If it was love at first sight, why would he use such a familiar tone to criticize Brother Xiao Yu?

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Xiaoyu was having an affair with him, the "other woman," and that the wife was so angry that she caught them in the act.

Damn it! He's the real wife!

With a slight bend in her fingers, she tapped lightly on the table, a sharp and ruthless glint flashing in her peach blossom eyes.

In this internet age, public opinion has a certain influence on the group. If Pei Lin stirs things up again, once the Yu Group falls into a medium-sized crisis, his downfall will not be far away.

Pei Lin called Pei Ji back after the meeting.

"What's wrong on your end?" Pei Lin asked bluntly.

Pei Ji's eyes darkened: "There's no problem, Brother Lin. You really want to expand your territory?"

The other party remained silent; we were all intelligent people.

After a few seconds of silence, Pei Lin said, "I'll give you the cash flow statistics in a bit, and then we'll do a risk assessment. We've already got the data on Yu's largest subsidiary. Currently, its reputation both online and offline isn't very good. We don't need to withdraw all our investment. We just need to withdraw from one large project, and Yu's cash flow will dry up. At that time, we can sell the stock and acquire it at a low price."

"The money you lost will be returned to your uncle once you take over the Yu family business and turn a profit. I will also give you a share of the shares."

It was Pei Ji who originally proposed this.

Pei Lin went along with it.

"knew."

"Yes, you should try to persuade your uncle to give in. I can assure you that it won't be a lose-lose situation."

Whether Pei Ji takes the reassurance or not, it makes no difference.

After hanging up, he wanted to find his wife. When he opened the door, he found his little beauty standing there like a ghost. He reached out and hugged his wife, then leaned down and kissed her. "Are you hungry? When did you arrive? Why didn't you come in?"

Are you short of money?

"What?"

Nan Yu: "Are you short of money?"

Pei Ji: "I don't need any, what's wrong, wife?"

Nan Yu turned around and ran to get the card, her slippers clicking away. Pei Ji closed the study door, went to the kitchen and brought out all the warm food, calling out, "Dinner's ready, wife!"

Nan Yu took the card to the living room, and instead of putting it in Pei Ji's hand, she put it directly into his pocket, saying, "There's a lot of money in there, use it as you like."

Pei Ji's heart softened, and he hugged his wife affectionately.

He put the card back into Nan Yu's hand. "Keep your money. Don't trust men too much, and don't trust women either."

Nan Yu said very seriously, "I believe you."

His wife always believed him, which moved Pei Ji deeply. He cuddled with his wife affectionately, and all his gloomy and viciousness vanished without a trace.

"It's not a small amount of money; it's hundreds of billions that are being thrown in. If you're not careful, you could lose everything. You should keep your money for yourself. What if your husband becomes penniless in the future? The whole family will depend on you. Will your wife support you?"

"I'll support you, not them."

If anyone is to blame, it's Pei Ji for instilling negative ideas about his family of origin in him; Nan Yu is now very hostile towards his mother-in-law and father-in-law.

She deserves to be a scavenger for bullying her husband!

Pei Ji clearly realized what was happening too.

It's a bit awkward.

If the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is bad, it must be because he stirred it up.

He initially only wanted to gain Xiaoyu's sympathy, but the more he pretended, the more mistakes he made, and now he doesn't know if he can turn back.

He pulled out a chair for his wife, set out bowls, served rice and vegetables, and then massaged her shoulders before gently coughing, "I've kept something from you."

Nan Yu paused in her hand, which was holding a potato slice, and looked up.

Pei Ji felt guilty.

He lowered his head, wanting to kiss his wife to appease her temper.

Although I know it's unlikely my wife will get angry, I can't stand her sulking, so I might as well give her a good scolding.

Nan Yu frowned, neither pushing nor pulling nor making a sound, just staring at Pei Ji.

"Actually, my parents are very good to me. Pei Qing was also someone I asked him to... You rejected me back then, but I like you, so I wanted to move in. I've never cooked for anyone before, and you're the only one I've stuck with for so long, someone I want to do for a lifetime. So I thought I'd use a little trick, and then..."

She peeked out: "Brother Xiaoyu, you're not angry with me, are you?"

"What?"

Pei Ji knelt at Nan Yu's feet, his expression bitter: "I was wrong."

Nan Yu remained silent for a moment, then shifted her gaze from the boy to the rice bowl. She picked up a piece of shrimp and gave it to Pei Ji, asking curiously, "Am I bad-tempered?"

Pei Ji shook his head. His wife had a very good temper; she was the best-tempered person he had ever met.

Nan Yu: "Then why are you afraid I'll get angry?"

Pei Ji: "Nobody wants to be lied to, but I lied to you."

The little wick thought and tried to get angry, but it seemed he wasn't angry at all.

Scoop out some edamame with a spoon, press it down on the rice, mix it, and put it in your mouth with a smile—it tastes like a divine delicacy.

"Get up and eat. I'm not angry. When you're broke, we'll support each other. I have plenty." He paused in chewing, then added, "We can't live together. Let's buy a house far away."

After saying that, he continued chewing.

He didn't want to visit other people's homes, nor did he want to be visited.

Aside from Pei Ji, he hates contact with anyone else.

The young man got up, grabbed his wife's cheek, and started kissing her repeatedly, sucking on her flesh. His peach blossom eyes were naturally affectionate, and even when he smiled, he looked at the dog with deep affection, let alone when he looked at his beloved.

Nan Yu froze, her mouth agape from the temptation.

The food in my mouth doesn't taste good anymore, but my husband's eyes do.

She leaned in for a kiss, but her lips were oily, which made her husband's eyes look brighter. He still looked handsome and grinned.

Pei Ji couldn't resist kissing her. He always liked to touch his wife inappropriately, so he put his hands on her waist and carried her to the dining table.

The little lamp wick sat in the food.

She immediately jumped up, like a cat with its fur standing on end, using the stool as a footrest.

"Hey! The food's served!"

Pei Ji: ...

The little lamp wick flew around aimlessly like a headless fly. Pei Ji went up and took off his pajama pants, without even saying that he would take them to the bathroom to wash, and threw them in the trash can. It was quite a hassle.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two took a bath together.

Summer is long gone, and even autumn is almost over.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Nan Yu caught a cold. He kept whimpering and wouldn't admit that he was sick. He didn't want to drink bitter medicine.

"This is a capsule. Swallow it with water; it's not bitter."

Little Lampwick was spoiled and refused to take medicine, especially capsules. He said, "My throat is too narrow to swallow."

He said the small pill would stick to his throat, "No way."

"I'm really not sick, Ah Qiu!" he said, referring to the powder.

"You've sneezed so many times a day and you're still not sick. Listen to me, the medicine is sweet."

He said, "I'm allergic to sugar."