On the other side, Lai Jingshan leisurely got out of the car, his driver attempted to assist him but was refused.
"Madam, sir..."
Third Aunt Lai waved her hand, "Go rest."
"Yes, Madam."
Under the soft lighting, Lai Jingshan’s cheeks were slightly flushed, and despite his sowhat unsteady steps, he exuded a certain air of self-satisfaction.
Seeing her husband staggering, Third Aunt Lai felt a mixture of emotions and quickly stepped forward to support him.
"Why did you drink so much?" she sighed lightly while carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Your stomach must be very uncomfortable, right?"
Lai Jingshan didn’t respond to his wife’s words, but a faint smile curved on his lips, and a glint of apology flickered in his eyes. He allowed his wife to help him into the living room and then flopped heavily onto the three-seater sofa.
Even though he felt dizzy at the mont, he was very clear-headed deep down.
Tonight, he and his second brother, Li Wanshan, had finally resolved their differences; they could now join forces to take down Wang Junchen.
This was precisely what Yuan Min had hoped to see.
"Could you say sothing, please?" Third Aunt Lai asked worriedly, frowning, "Jingshan, are you alright?"
"It’s nothing, nothing, I’m very good!"
Big brother Li Zhenshan had been gone for over a decade, and he had never let loose as he had today, doing things he had long wanted to do, expressing long-suppressed words, and drinking.
It had been twenty years since he last got drunk, which was when he went to Blue City to visit relatives with Yuan Min in place of his brother, Li Zhenshan.
"You should still drink less in the future."
Lai Jingshan shook his head, "I’m fine."
At that mont, the butler brought over so hangover soup.
"Here, drink so of this," said Third Aunt Lai as she handed the soup to Lai Jingshan, "It will make you feel better."
Lai Jingshan took the small bowl and drank it down in one gulp. The cool and sweet soup made him comfortably sigh. He slowly closed his eyes, allowing his wife to gently massage his temples.
"Wife... I’m sorry! I worried you tonight," Lai Jingshan suddenly said, his voice carrying a touch of apology and fatigue.
He rarely ca ho this late.
Hearing this, Third Aunt Lai felt a pang of heartache.
She knew her husband had always been a responsible man; he simply had lost his direction for a while.
"Jingshan, I’ll drink with you next ti if you want."
"It’s late, let’s go to bed."
"The hot water is ready; why not take a bath first, since you still have to go to the office tomorrow?"
"Don’t worry about , go to bed."
The implication was that he would sleep in the living room tonight and not go upstairs.
"Alright." Third Aunt Lai bit her lower lip, forcing a smile, and said softly, "I’ll get you a blanket, it gets cold at night, don’t catch a cold."
...
anwhile, Tang Xiaowan and Leng Lingxiao had already arrived at Qing City i Garden on a helicopter.
They were to shoot three sets of traditional Chinese-thed photos tomorrow.
Who would have thought that as soon as the two entered the bedroom, Leng Lingxiao locked the door with a stretch of his arm, then cornered Tang Xiaowan against the wall, presenting an intimidating stance.
"Huahua, what... do you want to do?"
Didn’t they already make a fuss before leaving T Country? Just off the plane... and he wants to again?
His energy is too overwhelming!
"Tell , how many days?"
"What?"
"How many days are we not seeing each other before the wedding?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaowan realized what he ant and chuckled naively, "Oh, that... six days."
"That’s too long; by the ti your husband gets daydreamy and skinny, not even a single circle would be left. Three days max, according to the customs of Huang City."
Three days still seed too long to him.
He wished he could spend every minute of the day with his little wife, inseparably indulging in each other’s company.
"But Huahua, when we were busy before, didn’t we also only get to see each other every few days? Forgot? Right, back in August..."
"Is that the sa thing?"
ntioning August made him angry. If it hadn’t been for Tang i blocking him, he’d have stord into Li Garden long ago.
"Oh, alright, it’s different." Tang Xiaowan chuckled and asked, "Then why didn’t you ntion it on the day we set the date? Didn’t you agree?"
"I was too excited that day!" Leng Lingxiao coughed softly and moved even closer to his little wife, "I didn’t pay attention to that at the ti, just focused on setting the date quickly, mainly because I was too excited and careless!"
Tang Xiaowan: "..."
"It’s only six days, it’ll pass quickly."
"The wedding follows Huang City’s customs, but for this you want to follow Qingcheng’s?" Leng Lingxiao asked with a smile, "Why don’t we just do everything according to Huang City’s customs?"
He had to fight for it once more.
"Aren’t you the one who said that I grew up here and we also t here, that it has significant aning?"
That was a direct quote from Leng Lingxiao.
He really had dug a huge hole for himself, filled with regret.
"As long as you agree, I’ll talk to Grandma."
Tang Xiaowan glanced at Leng Lingxiao’s slender hands, now gently caressing her face. The implication couldn’t be clearer: dare to disagree, and I’ll let you feel the strength of a husband.
She really couldn’t understand, changing a date also required such threatening postures.
Was the "Son of the Demon" taking over his emotions?
"Okay, then ask Grandma," Tang Xiaowan bit her lower lip and added, "But definitely can’t say it’s what I want, or it would be too embarrassing, they might think I’m too clingy."
"I am the one who’s clinging to you."
With that, Leng Lingxiao’s slender hand pressed her tightly against the wall and he kissed her forcefully.
Tang Xiaowan: "..."
So it wouldn’t have mattered if she agreed or not!
...
Right when the two were lost in their world of intimacy, at the King Hotel in T country, Li Zishen had just received news that they had left T country at five o’clock in the afternoon.
At that ti, he was drinking coffee and going through the information on ng Group.
He smashed the ashtray down hard.
Lights in the evening guest room stayed on, and only just now were the bedroom lights turned off!
Leng Lingxiao, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?
n indeed understand n.
But it wasn’t Leng Lingxiao’s idea.
Upon leaving, Zhao Renjie gave a tip to the waiter, suggesting that since the suite was opened it’d be a sha not to use it, and to be spontaneous, definitely not constrained.
Who among the common people wouldn’t want to enjoy staying in such an expensive suite when they had the chance?
The waiter took every opportunity to party inside.
"Still no news from Boxin?" Li Zishen sat back on the sofa after figuring these things out.
Despite being angry, business still had to be attended to.
"All the employees who could have entered the sperm bank... have been thoroughly investigated," Bai Long replied sowhat ashadly, "If this doesn’t work... those people simply won’t relent until they see the coffin."
If Li Zishen hadn’t given a mandate stating otherwise, with his thods, he would have obtained the evidence long ago.
Brother Shen had changed, Chen Xin was right!
"Let it be, we’re not the mob, don’t want to cause panic, just leave it like this for now."
Bai Long frowned, "But Brother Shen..."
"We don’t know how many eyes are on us right now, it’s a critical mont for 8028, we can’t rush." Li Zishen waved a hand, his eyes cold.
Just dropping the investigation into Boxin’s fire?
Of course not, but what troubled Li Zishen more at the mont was the Wind Flower Technology Company from D country, whose real owner behind the scenes was Wang Junchen.
Others sell miracle drugs to make money, but Wang Junchen doesn’t. Suppressing 8028 is his goal.
Bai Long nodded, "Understood, Brother Shen."
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