The day after Yin Rui and He Zixi’s wedding, He Yinyin had to rush back to the headquarters to handle an urgent matter.
Therefore, her plans regarding Li Si had to be temporarily put on hold.
When she left, she couldn’t stop worrying about He Yuanyuan. She was afraid that Yuanyuan might act recklessly and cause trouble, or worse, fall victim to Leng Mochen and his group’s sches. So, she took her along as well.
Qin He stayed in Beijing and didn’t leave with He Yinyin.
Before arriving in Beijing, she had already researched a new overseas project. She planned to invest thirty million into Han Mingzhe’s company. If this project succeeded, the returns wouldn’t just be thirty million—it’d be like having a hen that lays golden eggs.
Leng Mochen looked at the news he received and smirked coldly.
Long Wu, worried about Han Mingzhe’s potential resurgence, couldn’t help but regret. "Han Mingzhe is like a poor farr singing songs of triumph! If I’d known it’d turn out like this, I should’ve just broken his two legs back then, seeing how he could still jump around!"
Sotis, simple and crude thods have their appeal. If they’d really done that, would Han Mingzhe even be where he is today?
Even if Qin He admired him as a lap dog, she wouldn’t go so far as to fancy a cripple, right?
Leng Mochen said indifferently, "The higher soone climbs, the harder the fall! Don’t you understand this principle?"
Long Wu was annoyed by Leng Er’s enigmatic deanor. "Are you kidding with all that mysterious nonsense? Don’t tell you’re not worried about that guy making a coback!"
That guy hasn’t exactly made their lives easier. If it weren’t for Han Mingzhe’s friend scheming with Wang Si to trap them, would he and Su ng have ended up in such a state?
The seed of suspicion was planted back then!
"All I can tell you now is that even if they invest thirty million—or a whole hundred million—it’s still a loss!"
The project they’re working on is a trap he set. That overseas company they’re using to spearhead the project was one he’d acquired as compensation from George years ago.
One of their IT projects under developnt had been revamped by him, registered under a new na in a foreign entity. In the end, even three million yuan will be hard to recover from the thirty million investnt.
If soone cos willingly to gift money, how could he refuse?
Long Wu’s eyes lit up as he caught on to so details, breaking into laughter while giving a loud clap. "Alright then, Leng Er, you’ve always managed to hold your ground! If that’s the case, I’ll stop worrying. I’ll focus on prepping for our Antique City grand opening, and then sit back to watch that guy crash and burn!"
The financial crisis has severely impacted many tycoons on the rich lists, with their fortunes shrinking dramatically. Yet he and Leng Er have remained unscathed.
It seems that old saying holds true—if you stick with Leng Er, there’s at to eat!
Ever since Leng Er survived his dire situation and woke up from his vegetative state, Long Wu realized that whenever Leng Er manages sothing, it always earns a profit!
Take the stock market venture he suggested previously—every single stock has brought Long Wu massive earnings.
When Long Wu wanted to capitalize on his success and dive deeper, Leng Er advised him to shift his investnts to real industries.
Lo and behold, his circle of old acquaintances in the stock ga all ended up suffering losses, stuck in bad investnts and crying their hearts out.
Now, their Antique City project, though requiring substantial initial investnt, promises a steady stream of profits in the long run—counting cash will beco a daily activity.
It’s practically a technique to mint money!
"Hmm!" Leng Mochen gave a faint smile and suddenly asked, "What day is tomorrow?"
Long Wu gestured across the air at him and jokingly cursed, "You’re ssing with , aren’t you? How could I forget my and ng ng’s wedding anniversary?"
"It’s absolutely a given! Xu Er even brought it up before you did. Don’t worry, buddy—I won’t drop the ball. I’ve got everything arranged: a candlelight dinner, carefully prepared gifts, and then the hotel for so... action."
Thinking about how he might finally get to enjoy himself, Long Wu instinctively licked his lips, which already felt dry from eager anticipation.
It’s been way too long without indulgence; he’s been yearning day and night! Even Little Long Wu couldn’t wait anymore.
Leng Mochen couldn’t take his lustful expression any longer and quickly waved him off, signaling him to stop talking. "Alright then! We’ll wait to see you successfully hitting your mark..."
Long Wu: "..." Damn, did you have to describe it like that?
Christmas Eve, originally Long Wu and Su ng’s wedding anniversary, ended up with Su ng inviting Li Si and Bai Shasha to spend it together with their families.
The dinner location was selected at the Forbidden City Club, a place in Beijing that exudes prestige and exclusivity.
mbership requirents were stringent—not only demanding financial capacity but also emphasizing taste. They were rumored to reject anyone who could afford the fees but didn’t match the club’s vibes.
Human nature is indeed peculiar—the stricter the exclusivity, the stronger the allure!
During dinner, Long Wu’s face was full of motherly sorrow, yet the group showed absolutely no sympathy, laughing with glee.
Leng Mochen leaned into Li Si and whispered into her ear, "Look at Long Wu’s face of sheer dissatisfaction!"
Li Si covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, but not before giving him a pointed glare: "No sympathy at all!"
No wonder he’s been enjoying himself in bed every night—now he was even mocking Long Wu.
Leng Mochen didn’t seem to mind, quietly leaning closer to her: "Yesterday, Wu made a grand proclamation in my office—today it’s candlelight dinner, gifts, and then... so hotel action!"
"Pfft!" Li Si couldn’t swallow the bite of fruit salad in her mouth as she struggled to contain her laughter.
The sight of Long Wu’s desolate and heartbroken gaze sweeping toward them nearly broke her resolve, forcing her to take a discreet turn of her head to tamp down her laughter.
She saw the candlelight dinner, but the hotel seed unlikely now, as Su ng had just suggested heading to the club’s bar afterward.
Clearly, this table was the carefully arranged candlelight dinner Long Wu had planned.
Xu Er, being even more straightforward, kept wiggling his eyebrows at Long Wu as if interrogating him on how he’d proceed with the next steps.
Long Wu’s earlier bold words were now completely out of sync with how things were playing out!
His gaze drifted to Su ng, who was happily chatting with Bai Shasha, and his heart filled with sorrow.
Why was it so difficult to have a romantic and beautiful wedding anniversary?
His dear Su ng simply wasn’t giving him the ti of day!
He’d resigned himself to the fact that their candlelight dinner was disrupted by these friends.
But now even the hotel action was a bust?
Poor Little Long Wu!
Su ng wasn’t immune to feeling uneasy under Long Wu’s persistent gaze, shifting in her seat to adjust her posture.
She was fully aware of everything Long Wu had done.
Whatever conflicts might have existed between them before, Long Wu’s love for her hadn’t changed.
Yet sohow, especially post-pregnancy, after enduring a series of troubling events, she felt her body couldn’t fully accept Long Wu anymore.
That’s why today, she took charge and invited Li Si and the others—not so much to gather and catch up, but to avoid that particular topic.
After a hearty al, it was inevitable they’d switch locations to continue their fun.
Long Wu’s sorrowful gaze swept across the room at everyone sitting at the table. Finally, unable to resist Su ng’s gentle pleading expression, he waved his hand and agreed to head to the club’s bar.
Fine! Why suffer alone when group enjoynt is better?
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