Chapter 84 Xiu Gou was ignored
Special Assistant Xu hung up the call with Yu Zhi, and his fingertips hovered on the phone screen for two seconds before calling up a frequently used number in the encrypted address book.
The moment the call was connected, he deliberately lowered his tone, his voice carrying a hint of caution: "Mr. Pei, my wife just called and asked for all the information about the pharmaceutical company that made the Anshenxiang three months ago, including the progress of the cooperation, the contact person's information, and the source of the incense recipe."
There was silence on the other end of the receiver for a moment. There was no immediate response, only the slight rustling of fabric.
After a while, Pei Yuezhou's voice with a lazy smile came, and the ending tone was lightly hooked, like a feather sweeping across the tip of the heart: "She checked this?"
"Yes, my wife specifically emphasized that it should be done as soon as possible." Assistant Xu added, his eyes unconsciously sweeping over the pharmaceutical company information that had been sorted out in the corner of the desk.
They had discovered that there was something wrong with the incense two months ago, and they even had evidence of Song Chuhe fanning the flames behind the scenes, but they hadn't made any moves, simply to lay out their plans.
He paused and added, "From the way my wife sounded, she suspected there was something wrong with the incense. She just instructed the office to stop using it and then asked a chemist to test the incense samples."
"Analyst," Pei Yuezhou's voice was filled with interest. "And then?"
"As you know, judging solely by toxicity, there's absolutely no evidence of any problem with this incense. But I suspect Madam will investigate further into the ingredients, and it won't be long before she discovers the conflicting medicinal properties."
Special Assistant Xu changed the subject and expressed his concerns, "You previously instructed us to play it safe. So, should we cut down on the information we give to my wife?"
At the moment, Pei Yuezhou doesn't care how quickly the network is closed.
"Delete." Pei Yuezhou's answer was crisp and clear, his tone still smiling, but a little more nonchalant. "Our Zhizhi is very smart. If you give too much detail, it will easily reveal the truth."
"clear."
When Yu Zhi received the information sent by Assistant Xu, she was sitting in the study with several printed reports on fragrance ingredients spread out in front of her.
For the next three days, Yu Zhi almost locked herself in the study.
Pei Yuezhou was like a neglected porcelain doll. Even at meal time, Yu Zhi hurriedly ate a few bites and left, completely unaware of Pei Yuezhou who had been eyeing her for a long time.
He looked at her back, slowly pursed his thin lips into a straight line, tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, and finally put down his chopsticks.
It was not until the third night that Yu Zhi finally made new progress.
Dr. Allen's analysis of valerian-drug interactions lay quietly on my phone screen:
[Valerian is non-toxic when used alone, but considering the bipolar history you mentioned, it is necessary to consider that the patient will use drugs containing "lamotrigine" as a mood stabilizer.
Using both drugs together will significantly enhance the sedative effect of the drugs, which may cause drowsiness, depression, and even aggravate the symptoms of mania and depression.
It is recommended to immediately stop using incense products containing valerian and closely observe the patient's mood changes.
Yu Zhi's face darkened instantly.
There is indeed a problem.
Xiaoshui's voice in my mind was also filled with panic: [Is this also a tactic used in business warfare? This is too terrifying.]
It is difficult to obtain substantial evidence for such shady dealings, especially when the medicinal properties conflict with each other, which makes it even more difficult to directly put the blame on others.
Yu Zhi was about to forward the email to Assistant Xu when the study door was suddenly pushed open, with a deliberately gentle tentative tone.
Light footsteps were heard not far away.
Pei Yuezhou wore a champagne-colored short knitted cardigan with no buttons fastened. He only wore a silk inner layer of the same color. The neckline was so low that it just revealed a small piece of delicate skin under his collarbone.
He deliberately rolled up his cuffs to his forearms, revealing his clean-cut wrists. A delicate silver ring adorned his fingertips, gleaming coolly under the light.
He walked around behind Yu Zhi, bent down slightly, and rested his chin on her shoulder. His breath was a little warm, and he deliberately rubbed her earlobe with his lips: "Zhizhi."
His voice was as soft as cotton, and his fingertips gently hooked the corner of her clothes, with a subtle hint of coquettishness.
Yu Zhi was still thinking about the email, so she subconsciously moved to the side to avoid his approach: "Why are you here?"
Not getting the expected response, the smile in his eyes faded a little.
Her fingertips hooked tighter, and her tone became even more sticky: "What are you busy with? I've been waiting for you in the bedroom for a long time."
He deliberately pronounced the word "long" lightly, as if he was acting coquettishly, and as if he was hinting at his grievances.
He leaned closer to her, the hem of his cardigan brushing her arm, with a subtle touch.
The slightly open curve of the neckline, the reflection of the silver ring on the hand, even the deliberately slowed breathing frequency, every detail was trying to attract her attention.
But Yu Zhi only paused her fingertips, her eyes still not moving away from the phone screen, her voice a little perfunctory and soft: "I still have some things to do, can you go back first?"
"Not good." Pei Yuezhou's fingers moved up along the corner of her clothes and gently touched her wrist. The temperature was as cold as ice. "It's so cold in the study. I want to stay here with you."
As he spoke, he deliberately leaned towards the chair behind her, with half of his body almost touching her.
His breath swept across her neck, his voice slightly soft and hoarse: "Zhizhi, look at my new clothes today, do they look good on me?"
He raised his hand, deliberately letting her see the cuffs of his cardigan rolled up to his forearm, revealing the clean lines of his wrist, and the silver ring gleamed in the light.
He had the designer specifically modify the design of this cardigan. It was short and waist-revealing, and the curve of the neckline was just enough to reveal the skin below the collarbone.
Even the silk fabric for the inner wear was chosen to be the most skin-friendly style, just to make her take a second look, even if it was just for a moment.
But when Yu Zhi looked up and saw it, her brows instantly frowned.
"You're acting like this right after you've recovered from your illness?" She didn't respond to him. Instead, she stood up, took the thick blanket on the sofa, and wrapped it directly around him.
It completely covered up his carefully prepared outfit.
"Be careful not to catch a cold."
Pei Yuezhou was silent for a moment, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Well, at least she cared about him.
Instead of backing away, he reached out and put his arms around her waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His voice was so soft that it almost melted: "Then hug me. Hug me and I won't be cold anymore."
His fingers gently stroked her waist with a hint of tentative tickling, and his breathing was deliberately hotter.
Yu Zhi just gently pried his hands apart, with a helpless firmness in her tone: "Don't make trouble, I'm really busy."
She stood up, took a thick cashmere blanket from the chair, turned around and wrapped it around him again, her movements so fast that she didn't give him a chance to retort, "Go back and rest early."
Two thick blankets stacked together, heavy and warm, wrapped him tightly like a wrapped gift, and even the movement of raising his hands seemed clumsy.
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse with grievance: "Zhizhi, do you not like me anymore?"
"No." Yu Zhi tucked the edge of the blanket for him. Her fingertips accidentally touched his cheek, then quickly retracted them. "I'm just too busy. When I'm done with this, I'll spend some time with you, okay?"
Pei Yuezhou looked at her, and the resentment in his heart grew like a vine.
Those damn things.
And that Xu Songran, is he stupid? Don't you know how to reveal something appropriately?
He reached out and tried to grab her wrist, but she gently dodged him.
"Go back quickly." Yu Zhi pushed him towards the study door. The force was not strong, but it was filled with unquestionable persistence. "I really need to finish this quickly."
Pei Yuezhou was pushed by her, moving towards the door step by step.
The blanket made it difficult for him to move and he didn't even have the strength to resist.
He turned around to look at her and saw that she had turned back to the desk. Her eyes immediately fell back on the screen without even a glance at him. The grievance in his heart instantly turned into irritation.
"Then remember to go to bed early." He finally said, his voice as light as a sigh.
Yu Zhi didn't look back, but just waved her hand as a response.
Pei Yuezhou walked out of the study and the door closed gently behind him, blocking her figure and the light from the computer screen inside.
He stood in the corridor, wrapped in a thick blanket, but felt cold all over.
He raised his hand and tugged at the collar of the blanket, revealing a little bit of the edge of his champagne-colored cardigan. The grievance in his eyes gradually dissipated, leaving only a thick and indissoluble gloom.
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