Quickly wear the bad woman and get married and have a baby

Chapter 408 The Greedy and Lustful Secretary 20

Pei Yuanming was sitting on the armchair in the study, leisurely flipping through the History of the Qin Dynasty.

Suddenly the phone screen lit up and an old friend sent him a screenshot.

He clicked on it and saw that it was a post his son Pei Ci had just posted on his Moments - [Washing my wife's feet] + a picture of Pei Ci smiling like a worthless dog with an expression.

Pei Yuanming's eyes widened instantly, and the expression on his face was first astonishment, and then turned into a hint of disgust. He couldn't help but blurt out: "This brat is really useless."

He shook his head, lost the mood to read, put down the book in his hand, stood up and walked towards the living room.

When he came to the living room, Pei Yuanming saw his wife Du Feng sitting on the sofa, crying her heart out while watching the melodramatic family ethics drama on TV.

He walked over, patted Du Feng on the shoulder, and said, "Call Pei Ci and ask him to bring Yan Jiu home when he's free. We haven't seen our son for a while."

……

Pei Ci was squatting on the ground carefully, holding a soft towel in his hand, gently wiping Yan Jiu's feet.

His movements were gentle and focused, his eyes full of doting. From time to time he would raise his head to check Yan Jiu's expression, fearing that he would hurt her.

The cell phone suddenly rang. Pei Ci glanced at the caller ID and saw it was his mother Du Feng.

He slowly pressed the answer button and whispered, "Mom."

Du Feng didn't want Yan Jiu to come over, but she also wanted her son to go home and see them: "Didn't you say before that you would bring that person home for us to meet? It's been such a long time, why haven't you brought that person over yet?"

Pei Ci corrected Du Feng: "My wife's name is Yan Jiu, not that one. Mom, how come you can't even remember my wife's name? If I bring my wife back and you don't know her name, wouldn't I be very embarrassed?"

Du Feng: “…”

"Pei Ci, I think you're itching for trouble. You're still talking about saving face in front of your mother. You're about to marry that shameless secretary who's climbing into bed with you. What face do you still need?"

Pei Ci's face turned cold: "Mom, I don't like you adding these unpleasant words before my wife. If you can't talk to me about my wife properly, then don't talk about it."

Du Feng: "Okay, okay, you've grown up and become independent. I won't argue with you about this. You're together now and have a child. If you want to get married, then get married."

"But you should at least bring the person here for us to take a look."

Pei Ci looked at Yan Jiu and whispered to Du Feng, "Mom, my wife is watching TV. It's not convenient right now. After she finishes watching this episode, I'll ask her if she wants to go and call you back later."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Du Feng's response.

Du Feng on the other end of the phone was caught off guard by her son's sudden hanging up. She was so angry that her face flushed red. She held the phone tightly in one hand and covered her chest with the other hand. She kept breathing heavily and muttered, "This brat is really getting cocky. He's just a vain woman. Why is he so precious to her? It's as if he has never seen a woman before."

Pei Yuanming looked at his wife and couldn't help but teasing her, "How come you haven't seen a woman before? Don't they see each other every day at the company?"

Du Feng was choked by her husband's words and couldn't speak for a long time. After calming down, she raised her voice and spoke.

"That vixen has been working as our son's secretary for years, seducing him openly and covertly. Before, he was like a blind man, not even looking at her.

Now, just after a good sleep, he suddenly fell madly in love. I really don’t know what kind of magic potion that vixen fed him.”

Pei Yuanming frowned, walked over to sit next to his wife, and said earnestly, "Alright, stop calling me a vixen.

Now that Yan Jiu is pregnant with our Pei family's grandson, you should be quiet. If she comes to our house and you anger her again, my son will disown you, and I won't care."

Upon hearing this, Du Feng became even more furious. His eyes widened as he shouted, "Old Pei, what are you talking about? My son never said he wanted to sever ties with me. He only told you that he wanted to sever the father-son relationship."

Pei Yuanming was embarrassed by his wife's yelling: "What nonsense."

Du Feng: "Tsk, Old Pei, I thought you were so strong before. You even said that if your son dared to marry Yan Jiu, you would kick him out of the house.

I didn’t expect that my son would directly say that he wanted to sever the father-son relationship with you, hahahaha… You must have been scared at that time, hahahaha…”

Pei Yuanming's face turned pale and red, and he coughed awkwardly a few times to cover up his embarrassment: "Ahem, I didn't know that Yan Jiu was pregnant with our Pei family's grandson. If I knew, I would definitely not say this.

When your son brings Yan Jiu here, you must not talk nonsense in front of them."

Du Feng: "Humph, I'm not stupid. Now that the two of them have done something irreconcilable, our son is obedient to Yan Jiuyan. She's pregnant with the blood of our Pei family. We can't let our son take responsibility. If anyone tells others, they'll laugh at our bad family tradition."

Pei Yuanming: "Oh, old woman, you are so sensible now. I am ashamed of myself."

Du Feng punched Pei Yuanming in the chest: "Who are you trying to trick, old man?"