Arriving with trepidation and leaving with a blank expression, the file bag in his hand was too heavy.
No need to report back, change locations?
This must have been the case for Lei Ziyi and the others too.
I’m sorry... Mr. Wang.
Guided by a young man, Du Jiahao got into a black off-road vehicle, with a string of keys and a men’s briefcase on the passenger seat.
From beginning to end, the two did not exchange a single word, communicating only through eye contact and gestures.
At that moment in the highest floor of the villa, Tang Mei slowly withdrew her gaze, smiled, and picked up the cup of black tea that Wang Jinhui had just brought over, taking a gentle sip.
"Mm, not bad at all."
"Hungry, right? Have some snacks to tide you over, dinner will be ready in a moment, ten minutes at most."
"You don’t even ask me..."
Tang Mei hesitated, then set down her teacup.
"Ask what? The entire Nanfeng Mansion is yours, do as you please, whatever it is," Wang Jinhui replied cheerfully, passing over some snacks.
For Tang Mei, being able to get a marriage certificate with him was already a great fortune, nothing else mattered.
She had waited almost half a lifetime for this.
"Jinghui, yesterday on Chunlei Street, Tangtang secretly took one of your nail clippings," Tang Mei said, raising an eyebrow.
"That girl, I was wondering why she was so good, volunteering to help me trim my nails, and I was happy about it for quite a while, too. Naughty, really cunning."
Wang Jinhui laughed heartily, his eyes full of tenderness, with a hint of pride.
"However... I confiscated it."
"You too, it’s just a child, after all."
"As a child, she was so infuriating, just a little devil," Tang Mei said thoughtfully, shaking her head, "If it hadn’t been for meeting Leng Lingxiao afterward... I nearly wanted to throw her out, always causing trouble, so infuriating."
"Could you bear to? Such a cute kid!"
"You and Leng Lingxiao are the same, both fooled by that innocent little face of hers."
"Come on, tell me all about it over dinner."
"I’m afraid you’ll get so angry you’ll slam the table," Tang Mei said with a light smile, shaking her head meaningfully.
"Impossible, I’d only eat more."
Wang Jinhui smiled and took Tang Mei’s hand, leading her out of the tea room. His graying hair shimmered in the wind, as if he had returned to many years ago.
"Shall we go to Y country after the wedding?"
"I can’t, I’m the only one left for my old man."
"It’s not like we’re not coming back, oh... I forgot, you’re afraid of heights, too scared to fly."
"Nonsense, if I can drive, how could I not fly?"
"It’s different, you’re just scared."
"Fine, I really am scared, but let me practice some more. It shouldn’t take too long. My old man is going next week, so I’ll have a good practice then."
"No rush, take your time."
The two of them, who had just gotten engaged, strolled through the garden, planning their future.
Unfortunately, fate is unpredictable.
Wang Jinhui’s plan to go and develop in Y country with his love ultimately came to a halt on that stormy night, and that wait lasted a full 45 years.
At nine in the evening, Jin City Li Garden.
Bai Long returned from Chicheng; the hotel project officially kicked off, with the ground-breaking ceremony scheduled for next Monday.
"glamour bridal salon... did you check?"
"Yes, it’s been checked. The owner is from Y country, a designer by trade, who loves collecting. However, it seems... Leng Lingxiao intends to buy it."
"What’s the wedding date?"
That was what Li Zishen cared about most. A mere bridal salon wouldn’t make much of an impact.
It was just to please Tang Xiaowan.
"According to the staff... it’s early December, but the exact day is unclear. It’s definitely taking place at Lingxiao Manor, and the wedding photoshoot is tomorrow, all in one day."
"Early December? The weather has already turned cold, why the rush? Could it be that Xiao Wan is already..."
Li Zishen bit his tongue, slowly walking towards the floor-to-ceiling window, gripping the small wooden pig carving in his hand so tightly as if he was about to crush it.
He remained unwilling to accept that Tang Xiaowan had gotten her certificate with Leng Lingxiao. For more chapters visıt novel·fire·net
Xiao Wan, do you have a baby?
No, you can’t have a child with Leng Lingxiao. He doesn’t deserve you, not at all.
"Things in Chicheng... seem alright, the coldest it gets is around ten degrees, so December won’t be too cold, probably similar to our autumn."
Bai Long’s tone was calm and unhurried, his response was very tactful, yet his mind was in a completely different place.
Brother Shen, you should focus on your career!
You better pull yourself together. After all, Lady Tang and Leng Lingxiao are already legally married. Even if she is pregnant, that wouldn’t really be wrong, right?
Better watch out before the old man Li Wanshan takes advantage of the situation and snatches your chairmanship.
"Brother Shen, there’s another thing, Du Jiahao... we didn’t catch him; Du Hui did his best already, catching him alive is really not easy. How about... we just take care of it on the spot to prevent future trouble?"
"Why... would it have to be in December?" Li Zishen shook his head thoughtfully.
"That matter with Du Jiahao... What do you think..."
"Continue, we want him alive."
Bai Long frowned: "Understood, Brother Shen."
Some things, indeed, can’t withstand being mentioned, especially those people you utterly detest.
Just as Bai Long stepped out of the study, preparing to go down and discuss countermeasures with Du Hui, Li Wanshan came out of the elevator in a huff.
Behind him was Nanny Chen, who was pleading earnestly.
Li Wanshan had also just returned, his trip to Huang City had been frustrating, and he had been given the cold shoulder by Wang Jinhui.
Then, he heard from Wang Junchen about the cooperation with the Jiang and Wang families. Their production lines were about to start up, yet Li Zishen seemed unconcerned, not in the least bit hurried.
If a phone call doesn’t get his attention, then a personal visit might do the trick, even if means pulling rank.
The Li Family cannot fall into ruin at the hands of the younger generation.
"What’s the password? Not talking, huh?" Li Wanshan paused and asked with a frown.
"The young master is truly resting. He’s been busy all day, didn’t even have dinner, and it’s quite late today. Maybe you should..."
"At such a young age, going to sleep so early?"
The old man really wants to barge in!
Just get by, that’s enough. He really thinks he’s hot stuff, without realizing his own worth.
In annoyance, Bai Long approached Li Wanshan: "Brother Shen is resting. If there’s something, let’s talk about it at the company tomorrow, isn’t the shareholders’ meeting at eight?"
"Eight? Since when?" Li Wanshan lifted his gaze toward the study, asking in surprise.
"Email, sent half an hour ago."
Hearing this, Li Wanshan almost exploded on the spot.
An email notification for such an important meeting? It used to be a call, then passed down by the assistant.
But, after glancing at his phone, he had to suppress his anger and said sternly, "Alright, have Zishen come in early tomorrow, there’s a matter to discuss."
"No problem, I’ll make sure to pass on the message."
Bai Long was always displeased with Li Wanshan, but in Li Wanshan’s eyes, he was an elite worth trying to recruit at a high price.
Thus, he had to give him face.
Ignoring messages and not answering calls, just rushing over here in a panic, only to be blocked at the door, it was quite unbecoming.
Watching the elevator doors close slowly, Nanny Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Is the young master alright?"
Bai Long shook his head: "He’s fine."
"That’s good then, I’ll bring up a bowl of porridge."
Meanwhile, inside the study, Li Zishen had already opened his laptop and was rapidly typing away. Lines of text continued to appear on the screen.
[The market adjustments and the restart plan for project 8028 concerning Jing Wushuang have been acknowledged, currently...]