"Master, Li Zishen has arrived and just checked into the presidential suite at the King Hotel," a voice reported. "He’s accompanied by Bai Long. The specifics of his itinerary are still unclear."
After hearing the report, Leng Lingxiao’s lips slightly curled up. "Understood. You may go."
The presidential suite occupies an entire floor, and though Leng Lingxiao isn’t short on money and brought his Little Wife, he had never considered staying there.
He knew that Li Zishen was trying to buy back his lost face from the incident at Yelanxiang.
n never truly understand other n!
Beside him, Tang Xiaowan frowned deeply, feeling as furious as one could possibly be, wishing she could imdiately rush to the hotel and tear Li Zishen to pieces.
She finally understood the real intent behind the n in black who deliberately kidnapped her at the printing factory.
Unrepentant and utterly deluded!
It seed... the fire at Boxin Hospital last night had been too lenient, not enough to serve as a wake-up call.
Not far away, Cheng Shi was also seething with rage, his knuckles making cracking sounds as he clenched his fists, his eyes under his sunglasses utterly cold.
Hmph, ijuan was right, like mother like son—Li Zishen was no good at all!
Provoking Mr. Leng ti and again.
If he dares to co near our young mistress again, I will...
Just then, his phone vibrated a few tis. It was a ssage from Tang Xiaowan.
[Don’t act recklessly, focus on the competition.]
He glanced over at Tang Xiaowan under the parasol, seeing her holding a coconut, seemingly discussing sothing amusing with Leng Lingxiao.
Naturally, he heeded Tang Xiaowan’s words, and his frowning face relaxed, releasing his tightly clenched fists.
Ten minutes later, the sound of cannon fire rang out.
The previous champion, an agile, dark-skinned sailor, was now standing on a raised platform, tightly holding a bottle of champagne.
His face was lit with a victor’s smile, his eyes sparkling with confidence and glory.
Under the gaze of the crowd, he stylishly popped the champagne cork, and with a faint "pop" sound, champagne quickly filled the air.
He raised the champagne bottle as a salute to the cheering crowd, then shook it vigorously, the sparkling liquid joyously bouncing inside the bottle.
Following that, he angled the bottle towards the sky, the intoxicating champagne cascading out like a waterfall.
"Wow, my goodness, that’s so cool!"
Leng Lingxiao raised an eyebrow. "Cool, is it?"
The arrogance in his eyes left Tang Xiaowan caught between laughter and tears, as if he was comnting on sothing outrageous.
Oh, I had forgotten, I had promised him.
I must never praise another man in his presence in this lifeti, or the consequences would be severe.
"No, I ant the champagne, the way it sprayed out just now... so cool, really cool. Later... let’s buy a bottle to try ourselves."
Having said that, Tang Xiaowan chuckled sheepishly.
At this mont, the King slowly approached a lavishly decorated flagship. His arrival imdiately grabbed everyone’s attention. Dressed in a crisp naval uniform adorned with shiny dals, he looked both majestic and dignified.
Seconds later, the King stood at the bow of the ship, waving to the cheering crowd.
His gaze was firm and profound. As the cannon fire sounded again, the King waved the flag in his hand, announcing the official start of the King’s Cup sailing competition.
At that mont, all the competing sailboats, like wild horses unleashed, set sail simultaneously.
The azure sea was suddenly dotted with white sails.
Although the King was not really competing for the championship, rely symbolically joining, his participation added much intrigue and a sense of honor for the winner.
Many dia outlets also rushed to cover the event.
The atmosphere on-site once again peaked, the enthusiastic cheers of the surrounding people quickly drowning out the conversations in the VIP area.
"Wow, look, the King has really gone!" Tang Xiaowan shouted loudly, holding her binoculars.
"How about it, was it worth coming?"
Tang Xiaowan nodded her head, continuing to watch.
A mont later, Leng Lingxiao began to explain the history of the King’s Cup and the competition rules to her.
...
At that mont in Huang City, at the Wang Mansion.
Wang Junchen picked up the docunts Qin Feng had just delivered and flipped through them briefly.
"How is it, feeling good?"
"Vicious won like Yuan Min deserve a lesson, daring to threaten the CEO, completely overestimating herself!"
The fire at Boxin Hospital last night, along with the incident of Yuan Min compensating twice for the business car, were all known to Qin Feng, who couldn’t feel more thrilled at the mont.
Had he not been tasked with a mission, he would have loved to join Jiangbei in Jin City to enjoy a good show.
Wang Junchen had found the earlier conversation very pleasing.
"Lesson? That’s barely anything, just a loss of so useless liquid... and a trivial amount of compensation for distress. For the wealthy Leng Family... it’s far from enough."
Qin Feng nodded in total agreent and took two steps closer to Wang Junchen, "Boss, about the press conference the day after tomorrow... Will you and your wife be attending?"
The Jiang Family asked, the business partners asked, day in and day out, their personal phone lines were almost exploding.
"We’ll see at the ti," Wang Junchen sighed softly, looking down at the wedding ring on his ring finger, "These few days in Jin City... have been too busy, running around daily, Ah Hua hasn’t rested well either."
So, he was worried about his wife!
Indeed, one should be cautious during pregnancy.
"Yes, your subordinate understands," Qin Feng responded respectfully, deciding to keep the matter confidential.
"And as for Lai Jingshan, rember to send soone..."
Just then, the study door was gently opened, and Ye Wanhua entered carrying a wooden tray with two bowls of nourishing abalone porridge.
Her eyebrows smiled, her steps light.
Seeing his wife with the porridge, Wang Junchen felt a warm surge in his heart and couldn’t help but laugh.
"Awake now, have you had your bird’s nest?"
Ye Wanhua nodded, walking over to Wang Junchen’s side, "Discussing the matter of the special dicine again?"
"Yes, the press conference is the day after tomorrow."
Hearing this, a flicker of pride and pride flashed in her eyes, "Really? That’s great!"
Their eyes t, understanding each other’s thoughts.
Qin Feng, on the other hand, listened with unease.
He wasn’t sure whether Ye Wanhua was aware of Wang Junchen’s plan against the Leng Family.
So, he silently observed Ye Wanhua’s expression; seeing her normal complexion that showed no signs of anomaly, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this mont, it was best to be invisible.
Unexpectedly, Ye Wanhua suddenly turned to look at Qin Feng standing by the side and warmly said, "Qin Feng, co, have so porridge, this bowl is yours."
Qin Feng was a bit taken aback and quickly waved his hand, "Thank you, Mrs. Xie, I had breakfast early."
"Don’t be polite, co on, while it’s hot."
He then quickly walked forward, reaching respectfully for the abalone porridge from the tray, "Thank you, Mrs. Xie."
Ye Wanhua nodded with a smile, then turned and left, knowing that Wang Junchen and Qin Feng had many important matters to attend to and not wanting to disturb them.
However, the mont she stepped out of the study, tears stread down her face, her heart aching.
She knew her husband hadn’t eaten breakfast.
Ah Jun, I’m sorry, it’s all because of !
Go ahead, though.
At that mont, inside the study, Wang Junchen had already started eating his porridge while reviewing the docunts.
His wife’s care was like a tonic.
"By the way, boss, you ntioned just now... about Lai Jingshan, you ant..."
Qin Feng carefully set the porridge bowl on the coffee table, turning his head to look at Wang Junchen.
"Oh, to prevent Yuan Min from making harsh moves."
Hearing this, Qin Feng’s pupils dilated sharply.
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