Nie Zhao was taken aback, thinking to himself that his wife had actually taken the young lady from South Korea to Lan Kwai Fong last night, so what about his son?

But he was well-mannered and didn't let the reporter see his surprise, saying, "My wife has always worked behind the scenes, but in the development of Nie's company, most of the decisions are made by her. She will gradually move to the forefront in the future."

The reporter nodded, recording the conversation while taking notes: "So Mrs. Nie isn't your wife, but your partner?"

Nie Zhao said, "They are the best partners."

Just then, the egg tart shop opened, and he ordered two dozen hot, freshly baked egg tarts.

He rarely carried cash; he always used checks, and cash payments had to be made by Song Yuanchao.

After the payment was made, the car arrived, and he handed a dozen to Song Yuanchao: "Give this to Ahan."

As he was about to get into the car, he turned back to look at Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao, oblivious to Secretary An's gaze, was also looking at his boss with a serious expression.

Fortunately, a BMW pulled up with a whoosh, and Secretary An got out: "Good morning, Reporter Liu."

He put his arm around the reporter, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a red envelope, saying, "Thank you for getting up early to buy tea."

At first, Song Yuanchao genuinely thought the reporter was just someone he'd met by chance, thinking to himself that the reporter was quite diligent, coming so early in the morning.

He was secretly pleased, as his boss was showing filial piety for the first time ever, and the whole thing was captured by reporters.

Once he got in the car, he suddenly realized that the reporter was not someone he had met by chance, but someone Secretary An had summoned.

But that's not right. Secretary An shouldn't have known that the boss was at the hospital with his wife last night, and how could she have arrived at such a convenient time?

So it must be his boss, holding an egg tart and yawning in the back seat, looking all delicate and frail.

Song Yuanchao roughly understood his thoughts; he couldn't wait for his father to pass away, and probably even made a wish before the Buddha yesterday.

He stayed with her all night, but she didn't burp in the end. He felt like he had lost out, so he tried to win her back by portraying himself as a filial son.

You know, we're all human beings, and everyone on the bus has a head that's a bit bigger than Boss Nie's.

Especially Song Yuanchao, with his big, square face, he was even better in terms of head size. But how come Boss Nie's not particularly big head was filled with so many twists and turns, and his scheming was so deep? What's going on?

But of course, by this afternoon at the latest, the TV station will be praising him as a 24K gold filial son.

Although he couldn't see his father off, his all-nighter last night was well worth it.

The ocean shipping business has reached its final stage, the inventory and decanting phase, and all the directors are involved, including Nie Zhao.

When he got home, he handed the egg tarts to the kitchen and went to check on his son, who was still asleep.

He crept into the bedroom and found his wife still asleep. Nie Zhao sneaked into the walk-in closet but couldn't find the clothes his wife had changed out of the night before. He then went to the small living room near the balcony and looked behind the sofa, but still couldn't find them.

So he crept into the bathroom, looked at the laundry basket, and oh well, there were his wife's clothes.

He picked it up and smelled it. Fortunately, it only had a faint perfume scent and not much of an alcohol smell.

Even if they don't plan to have another child right now, Nie Zhao knows best that drinking is bad for his health and he doesn't want his wife to drink too much.

But something's not right. Why is there lipstick on the collar of her white shirt?

Even if there are male escorts in Lan Kwai Fong, they might wear lipstick at most, but not lipstick. So whose lipstick is this?

Could it be that young lady from South Korea? How can girls have so much fun and be so extravagant when they go out together?

Of course, if a husband goes out and his wife finds lipstick on his collar, there will definitely be a big fight.

But his wife had lipstick on her collar, so how could Nie Zhao make a scene?

But of course, since yesterday, Nie Zhao has been certain that his wife loves him, and that others admire her.

It's normal for women to have good relationships.

He was in a hurry to get to work, so he quickly took a shower and changed his clothes. He was in such a rush today that he was shaving with a razor as he went downstairs, and he even forgot to take his tie. Luckily, Uncle Ming was on the early shift today, and he ran into him on the stairs and went upstairs to get it for him.

Boss Nie's temper has improved in recent years. He tossed the razor to Uncle Ming and said, "Why do you have to get up so early?"

Uncle Ming bent down and said with a smile, "I'm getting old and don't need to sleep as much. Besides, I'll rest now that you're gone."

His leather shoes all had laces. He stretched out his foot, and Uncle Ming turned the shoehorn and tied his shoelaces for him.

A middle-aged male servant handed him a briefcase, which he picked up and was about to get into the car when he saw Song Yuanchao reach out his hand.

Nie Zhao followed his hand and looked over. Wow, what an energetic young man, a soldier, standing beside the car.

Seeing Boss Nie looking at him, the young soldier stepped forward and stood at attention.

Song Yuanchao introduced, "Battalion Commander Zhao from the advance detachment on the mainland said he has something to discuss with you."

It's only seven o'clock, and the advance company won't leave the camp unless it's an emergency. Besides, what do you need him for?

Nie Zhao extended his hand: "You're Zhao sir, right? Hello."

The other party not only had a strong spirit, but also a palpable killing intent, which almost made Nie Zhao jump up when he grabbed him.

The man spoke very quickly: "Colonel Rango is scheduled to go to the television station at nine o'clock this morning to record an apology video. His superiors have instructed him to invite the guests in the order of the guest list. I don't know if this is presumptuous of him."

Just like the Queen's Christmas address, the apology will be broadcast live, with guests invited to watch.

Nie Zhao checked his watch: "My wife and I will go together and on time. Thank you for your invitation."

Battalion Commander Zhao shook hands again: "Thank you for your support of our work."

He arrived in a command vehicle, of course, and there were other guests to invite, so he got in the car and left.

Nie Zhao raised his hand, thinking to himself that the young man had such a hard hand; he had squeezed his hand until it turned blue.

If it's nine o'clock, he should hurry back to the company, keep an eye on the work, and then go to the site to meet with his wife.

Just like when Chen Rou first met Battalion Commander Zhao, she couldn't help but be surprised, thinking, "What an outstanding young man!"

As Nie Zhao gazed at the coastline, at the first rays of sunlight rising in the early morning, he was also surprised by the mainland military's discerning eye.