In a private room at the coffee shop, Li Mengjiao stood by the window, looking at the calligraphy and painting stalls across the street.

Li Mingzhu drew portraits for customers, while Wang Peng hawked his wares. The couple were not saddened by their bankruptcy; on the contrary, they were very happy.

“Girl, if you were Li Mingzhu, would you stay with Wang Peng after he went bankrupt?” Li Longfei asked.

“With me here, he won’t go bankrupt,” Li Mengjiao replied.

“If, I mean if he goes bankrupt,” Li Longfei asked again.

“Dad, I don’t consider ‘what if,’ because if it’s not reality, then there are no ‘what ifs’ in reality,” Li Mengjiao said.

A bitter smile appeared on Li Longfei's lips. His daughter was too domineering; she had always been like this since she was little and had never changed.

He then asked, "You just said you wanted to stop Wang Peng from getting the insurance payout and that you wanted to take One Piece off the shelves. That's not true, is it?"

“Of course not, I wouldn’t hurt him, I was just scaring him,” Li Mengjiao said.

Li Longfei was relieved. He wasn't afraid of his daughter throwing a tantrum, but he was afraid that he and Wang Peng would become enemies.

If the daughter harms the Pirate King, the daughter and son-in-law will never be able to reconcile.

"Son-in-law?" Li Longfei felt bitter; it was such a helpless word.

"Mengmeng, will you help him?" Li Longfei asked.

“I will give him 300,000 yuan in start-up capital in three days,” Li Mengjiao said.

Hearing this result, Li Longfei felt relieved. Although his daughter was strong-willed, she was very good to her family.

However, he was puzzled as to why Wang Peng wasn't being paid now, and why they had to wait three days.

Li Mengjiao saw through her father's thoughts and said softly, "I'm waiting for someone else. Although my husband dislikes him, he cares about him."

The person she was referring to was Wang Song.

For the next two days, Wang Song came to the bank every day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon, to ask if the manager was there.

On the morning of the third day, he went directly to the bank president, Dong Jiankang.

After looking through his bankbook, Dong Jiankang asked in confusion, "You said your wife has cancer, so you withdrew 300,000 yuan for her treatment?"

“Yes,” Wang Song said. “My wife has late-stage liver cancer and is in the hospital waiting for money for dialysis.”

Dong Jiankang smiled and said, "Give me her medical records. If they are true, I will process a large withdrawal for you immediately."

Hearing this, Wang Song was a little dumbfounded. In fact, he had always dreamed that Li Guifen would get cancer, but she just couldn't.

“Old Wang, tell me the truth,” Dong Jiankang said. “Your wife is enjoying a comfortable life in the provincial capital; she doesn’t have liver cancer.”

"The bank is worried that your money might be scammed, so they asked you why you wanted to withdraw the money," Dong Jiankang added.

Wang Song frowned; it turned out the bank was investigating him.

"President Dong, since you have investigated me, you should know that I have a son named Wang Peng."

“I know, he runs a Brothers Supermarket in the provincial capital,” Dong Jiankang said. “A month ago, I went to the provincial capital for a meeting and bought some liquor at Brothers Supermarket.”

“His supermarket was burned down, and I took this 300,000 yuan so that he could reopen his brother supermarket,” Wang Song said in a deep voice.

"What did you say? Brother Supermarket was burned down?" Dong Jiankang's eyes widened.

“Yes, the provincial TV station reported it on the news. Didn’t you watch the news?” Wang Song stared at him.

Dong Jiankang shook his head, poured him a cup of tea, and said, "Old Wang, wait for me for two minutes."

His father passed away these past few days, and he went to the countryside for the funeral, so he really didn't have time to watch the news.

He went downstairs to ask the bank teller, and sure enough, the Brothers Supermarket had been burned down, and the police had opened a case for investigation.

Having confirmed the good news, Dong Jiankang returned to the VIP reception room. "Old Wang, I'll process your large withdrawal."

An hour later, Wang Song walked out of the bank with 300,000 yuan in his arms. He looked around and saw everyone as a thief, except for his nephew Wang Weiping.

"Second Uncle, did you get it?" Wang Weiping asked softly.

"Got it, we'll head to the provincial capital now." Wang Song nodded.

The father and son immediately went to the train station, took the train to the provincial capital, and arrived at the Wenxin Garden residential area.

Throughout the journey, Wang Song dared not urinate, fearing that the 300,000 yuan would be stolen, and he held back his urine.

The father and son arrived at Wang Peng's door, and Wang Weiping knocked on the door and rang the doorbell.

"Xiaopeng, sister-in-law, are you home? This is Weiping."

Three minutes later, the door remained closed and no one responded from inside. The neighbor across the street then opened their door.

Wang Song asked anxiously, "Comrade, is no one home here?"

The neighbor said, "The couple sells paintings outside the Brothers Supermarket. Go there and find them. Don't make any more noise."

Bang! The neighbor slammed the door shut.

The father and son hurried downstairs to find Wang Peng. Suddenly, a Honda Accord pulled out at an angle and blocked their way.

The car door opened, and Wang Song, Li Guifen, and Wang Zhen got out.

Wang Song instinctively clutched his briefcase tightly, which contained a huge sum of 300,000 yuan. Judging from his wife and children's expressions, he felt that they had already received the news.

"Wang Song, I'll fuck your father!" Li Guifen slapped Wang Song across the face. "Give me the money from the land sale, give it to me now."

The slap stunned Wang Song. After a moment, he came to his senses and hurriedly retreated to Wang Weiping's side.

Wang Zhen sneered, "Dad, you kept it a secret so well. If it weren't for the Party Secretary's daughter-in-law working at Huihuang, we wouldn't have known that you sold land for 300,000 yuan."

"Dad, that money is on you." Wang Cheng pointed to the briefcase in his arms. "You want to give the money to Wang Peng, don't you?"

Wang Song's face stung with pain, and anger flared within him. "Li Guifen, you son of a bitch, how dare you hit me?"

"I'll beat you to death, you old bastard!" Li Guifen shouted angrily, hitting and cursing at the same time. "You want to give my money to Wang Peng? I'll fuck your father..."

Wang Song forcefully shook him off and ran out of the residential area.

Wang Cheng and Wang Zhen quickly gave chase; that was 300,000 yuan, and they couldn't give Wang Peng a chance to make a comeback.

"Screech!" Three Audi A6s blocked the entrance to the residential area, and six bodyguards stopped them.

"Who are you? Get out of the way!" Wang Cheng saw his father run out of the residential area and immediately started shoving the people blocking his way.

The bodyguard executed a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, bringing him to the ground. Several other bodyguards quickly subdued Li Guifen and Wang Zhen.

Wang Cheng was so dizzy from the fall that by the time he came to his senses, Li Guifen and Wang Zhen had already been pulled into the Audi.

Li Mengjiao took off her sunglasses and chuckled lightly, "Wang Cheng, do you still remember me?"

“Li Mengjiao, you…” Wang Cheng coughed violently.

After a moment, he demanded sharply, "What do you want to do? What right do you have to interfere in my family's affairs?"

"I'm sorry," Li Mengjiao said, "Wang Song is my daughter's biological grandfather, of course I have to help him."

Wang Cheng's vision went black, and he felt dizzy. "Half of that 300,000 belongs to my mother, and the rest belongs to Wang Zhen and Wang Xia. It's impossible for it all to go to Wang Peng."

"Heh." Li Mengjiao sneered, "Go tell the police, go tell the court, you can't talk to me."

Li Mengjiao shook her head. "Wang Song used to favor you, but now he favors Wang Peng. You should experience what it's like to be favored by your parents."

Wang Cheng was furious. "Li Mengjiao, you treat Wang Peng like a treasure, but Wang Peng treats you like trash. He doesn't even look at you. You're just offering your warm face to a cold backside."

"Heh." Li Mengjiao sneered, "Wang Cheng, you don't need to worry about my affairs. You better behave yourself from now on."