bookrebus Chapter 77 A wedding ring is a man's best fashion accessory
Chapter 77 A wedding ring is a man's best fashion accessory
After checking the facilities in the room, the female bodyguard neatly put away the equipment and gave Yan Zhuoyu a reassuring look.
"No problem, everything is normal."
Yan Zhuoyu rummaged through her toiletries and prepared to take a shower.
I lingered at the village entrance for a short while, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on my back. The air conditioner cooled me down, but the gathering dark clouds outside the window made my clothes feel damp and stuffy again.
She carried her toiletries toward the bathroom, and as she passed Fan Wenran, she casually asked, "Do you want to shower first?"
With one standing and the other sitting, the height difference meant that even without Yan Zhuoyu deliberately looking at the other person's phone, she still caught a glimpse of the character "烈" (lie) flashing across Fan Wenran's screen.
Fan Wenran jumped out of bed in a flash and frantically locked the screen.
The strong and sudden reaction startled Yan Zhuoyu for a moment.
Fan Wenran nervously hid her phone behind her back and stammered, "Sister Yan, what...what did you see...?"
Her illustrious reputation is now being written into fan fiction!
Yan Zhuoyu smiled and shook her head: "What are you afraid of? It's just browsing Weibo. What's the big deal? I browse Weibo all the time too."
"That's it..."
Fan Wenran breathed a sigh of relief, but gave a wry smile: "My agent doesn't allow me to do this, worried that I'll be affected by netizens' comments, and that if I accidentally like something, it will be misinterpreted."
Yan Zhuoyu reached out and ruffled her hair. The little girl's hair was fluffy, like a little Totoro, both cute and cuddly.
"Just take things online with a grain of salt. Don't take them too seriously. As a famous person once said, slander is a form of admiration."
"I get it, Sister Yan!"
Fan Wenran nodded emphatically twice and urged, "Sister Yan, you should go take a shower. The director will probably treat us to dinner later."
"I'll go wash up first."
Yan Zhuoyu strode towards the bathroom, her black hair cascading down to her waist like seaweed. From behind, her beautiful figure was mostly hidden, and her neck still bore the lingering redness of the sun.
He hadn't gone more than a few steps when Fan Wenran called him back.
"Sister Yan, don't bring your watch into the bathroom, it'll get wet. I'll put it here for you," Fan Wenran said, pointing to the bedside table.
“Okay.” Yan Zhuoyu readily took off her watch and handed it to her. “Thanks, I’m going in now.”
"Good~"
Fan Wenran was more like a chief steward than Secretary Meng, holding the exquisite little gold and red watch with both hands with a devout and attentive smile.
She was completely different from the melancholy girl who had been overwhelmed by online comments.
Fan Wenran was the only one left in the bedroom.
She lay back down on the bed and unlocked her phone.
The account logged into on Weibo was not Fan Wenran's main account, but a secondary account with the username "烈炎灼灼".
Teacher Lie skillfully opened the Zhuoye super topic and painstakingly edited another short drama.
A familiar laugh escaped his lips: "Hehe."
The small hotel wasn't very soundproof; you could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom from the bedroom.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Yan Zhuoyu came out of the shower feeling refreshed, sat on the edge of the bed, and plugged in the hairdryer that came with her.
Her long, thick, black hair took her a long time to dry with the hairdryer, leaving her arms sore.
Yan Zhuoyu was momentarily lost in thought when she remembered how patient Pei Weijin was when he dried her hair.
A warm breeze caressed her soft hair, and the aroma of preserved plums lingered on her fingertips.
She suddenly realized that not only was the hair dryer chosen by Pei Weijin, but also the shower gel, shampoo, and other miscellaneous items were arranged by Pei Weijin.
When the two first started living together, Yan Zhuoyu had hardly prepared anything, while Pei Weijin had already taken care of everything perfectly.
The phrase "not the one I coveted five years ago" resurfaced in her mind, causing a tremor in her heart as she murmured to herself.
"No way……"
Pei Weijin had prepared everything for her long ago. The wedding room had been decorated for several years, and he even carried the household registration book in his pocket every day, just waiting to bring her home.
Yan Zhuoyu laughed at her own narcissism.
Fan Wenran keenly caught the meaning of those two words: "Sister Yan, what don't you know?"
"Ah, nothing."
Yan Zhuoyu turned off the hair dryer, squeezed out two pumps of hair oil, and perfunctorily rubbed the ends of her hair a few times before calling it a day.
Fan Wenran said regretfully, "Sister Yan, the director called everyone down for dinner in the group chat. Shall we go together?"
Yan Zhuoyu responded, and the two went to the restaurant next door together.
The restaurant is small, but it usually caters to large banquets in the village. Although it doesn't have many different cuisines, they are all delicious and visually appealing.
Yan Zhuoyu sat at a table with the actors, and after they finished eating, they started chatting.
As soon as her phone connected to the internet, she couldn't help but open Weibo and see the pictures and text that Fu Zhuchen had posted that afternoon.
In the accompanying image, a man's hand rests casually on an antique tea table, his pale skin revealing subtle blue veins, like an undercurrent surging beneath a tranquil pool, exuding sensual tension.
The plain ring on her ring finger, with a circle of small characters engraved on the inside, and the three watches on her wrist, did not look out of place; she carried it off very well.
Yan Zhuoyu had bitten it several times and recognized it immediately; it was her husband's hand.
You probably can't find another man in the world who wears three watches at the same time.
Fu Zhuchen is a well-known director in the industry, and he also comes from a wealthy family. Every time he posts on Weibo, he attracts a lot of attention from netizens.
This has attracted an unusually large amount of attention.
[Is Director Fu officially announcing his marriage by wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger?]
[What official announcement? This hand clearly isn't Fu Zhuchen's. And who else would include a "hehe" caption with their official announcement?]
To find out who's behind this, we'll use the old method of elimination. First, we can rule out the Huo family. Judging from the custom-made tea table, the most likely culprit is someone from the Pei family. Second, the word "hehe" suggests that Director Fu was coerced into posting this Weibo. Guess who could have forced Director Fu? In conclusion: A peacock spreading its tail! [Runs away]
Even though I can't see his face, I already think he's handsome! A wedding ring is the best fashion accessory for a man!
[Didn't Zhuoye's friend say that the Pei family member isn't picky about watches, but rather who gives them to him? Then Director Fu posted a photo of this guy wearing three watches, and also a wedding ring. Does this mean that the Pei family member also has a lover and is married?]
[It doesn't necessarily mean they're married. He used to wear this ring as a necklace; this is the first time he's taken it off and worn it as a ring. Maybe the chain is broken?]
……
When Yan Zhuoyu saw this comment, she suddenly realized that she knew less about Pei Weijin than netizens did.
Take this ring, for example.
When I woke up that day, a wedding ring was already on my hand.
At the time, she thought that it was just a pair of rings that Pei Weijin bought on a whim.
But now it seems that everything Pei Weijin did, seemingly unintentionally, was actually a long-planned scheme.
It seems like we've been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Yan Zhuoyu suddenly snapped back to reality. Wait a minute, she went online specifically to get Pei Weijin to quickly delete all those messy replies on his WeChat Moments, but as soon as she picked up her phone, she started playing with it automatically!
Cell phones are such a... such a powerful attraction!
She quickly searched online for the origin of the "play" meme, took a screenshot, and sent it to Pei Weijin.
[I am the Emperor: Delete all those embarrassing things you said! I've spoiled you rotten; I'm never sending you watches again!]
[I am the Emperor: [The Emperor is greatly displeased.JPG]]