At the provincial capital's international airport, Wang Peng stood in front of the exit, holding up a tall sign.

At that moment, a tall figure appeared in his line of sight, her tight-fitting clothes and leather pants outlining her perfect figure.

Wherever you go, you'll be the brightest star in the crowd.

The men and women in the vicinity all stole glances at her; the men were attracted by her beauty and figure, while the women were drawn to her charm.

"Mengjiao!" Wang Peng put down the sign in his hand and waved to her.

"Brother!" Li Mengjiao ran over in her sky-high heels and threw herself into Wang Peng's arms. "I missed you so much!"

She had barely finished speaking when she planted a kiss on Wang Peng's cheek.

Given the current open atmosphere in China, she and Wang Peng have once again become the focus of attention.

Wang Peng blushed and said softly, "How old are you? Why are you still acting like a little girl?"

"Hmph, I'm happy to." Li Mengjiao kissed him on the cheek again, the one on his right cheek just now.

Several girls burst out laughing when they saw the lipstick marks on his cheeks.

"Let's go, we'll kiss when we get home." Wang Peng didn't want to be watched, so he took her hand and led her towards the Audi.

She took Wang Peng's arm and waved to her assistant behind her.

The four female assistants in suits all stopped in their tracks, watching their boss get into Wang Peng's car and drive away.

They were still stunned, never expecting that the "female tyrant" who was usually feared in James Bond would actually be so gentle and submissive.

"Sister Suli, who is that man?"

"The owner of Brothers Supermarket, the young lady's father."

"Huh? He's Bu Hui's father?"

The round-faced assistant was dumbfounded. She had always thought that her boss's man must be an exceptional person, either a billionaire, a provincial official, or...

To everyone's surprise, it turned out to be the owner of a small supermarket whose market value was only one percent of James Bond's.

"Keep your mouths shut and stop gossiping."

The senior assistant, head held high, lectured the three young men: "Remember, it's better to offend the boss than Wang Peng."

Wang Peng's Audi was driving slowly on the highway, and he hadn't yet noticed the lipstick mark on his cheek.

"Hehe." Li Mengjiao giggled incessantly, "Honey, I heard you want to go to the Brilliant District and kill Wang Cheng?"

“Um…” Wang Peng nodded, “Let me tell you the story of Du Li and his sister first.”

He turned into a park and was about to park and turn off the engine when he heard Li Mengjiao say, "Come to my house, I'm tired."

"Oh." Wang Peng started the car and drove to the Haijing residential area in Huihuang District.

Because there is a fountain in the center of the community, the houses here are called sea view houses, and they are the most expensive houses in the provincial capital.

Li Mengjiao's home is on the sixth floor.

As soon as the two entered the room, she couldn't wait to cling to Wang Peng, and their clothes were thrown all the way from the living room to the bedroom.

Li Mengjiao was like a camel dying of thirst, frantically demanding more.

For the past six months, she has lived a life of asceticism, even though she and Wang Peng have no official relationship and are not even boyfriend and girlfriend.

But she remained loyal. Why? Because she was a conservative woman at heart.

Feeling her passion, Wang Peng couldn't help but be moved as well. Neither of them spoke, only their determination to become one with each other was strong.

Much later, loud, continuous cries came from the bedroom.

The room fell silent instantly, like the stillness after a storm.

"That feels good!" Li Mengjiao rested her head on Wang Peng's stomach, lying on the bed like a "big" character.

Wang Peng's breathing slowed slightly, and he said softly, "I heard that James Bond has had some minor issues with his voice in China. Is it serious?"

“There’s a factory in the provincial capital that makes counterfeit James Bond shoes,” Li Mengjiao said lazily. “That’s a small matter. The important thing is to have a son. I want a son.”

"Haha." Wang Peng laughed and cried at the same time, "I can only guarantee that you will give birth, but I can't guarantee that it will be a son."

“Then keep having children until you give birth to a son.” Li Mengjiao smiled, her tone resolute.

As James Bond's business grew, she felt it was necessary to groom a suitable successor for him.

Her inherent conservative mindset told her, and her parents also told her, that the best heir was a son.

She never wanted to get married and couldn't have any other man in her heart, so she could only pester Wang Peng to have a son for her.

"Brother, I've never understood why you chose Li Mingzhu when I, such an outstanding woman, had been sitting next to you for three whole years?"

She sighed softly, "I don't understand, I just don't understand, where did I go wrong?"

“You didn’t lose, I lost.” Wang Peng played with her long hair and said softly, “Obsession, I was held hostage by my obsession.”

He was referring to the money he owed Li Mingzhu in his past life, but he didn't have any connection with Li Mengjiao in his past life, so there was no question of him owing her anything.

“Obsession! Obsession…” Li Mengjiao smiled slightly, “Yes, I am also someone who has been bound by obsession my whole life.”

“Likewise.” Wang Peng sat up in bed and covered his snow-white skin with a thin blanket.

He went to the bathroom to fill a tub with hot water, and when he returned to the bedroom, he saw the woman already fast asleep.

He carried her into the bathroom and gently placed her in the bathtub.

Li Mengjiao twitched her eyebrows comfortably, opened her eyes to look at Wang Peng, then closed them again and fell asleep.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the smell of roast chicken made her mouth water, and she was woken up by the rumbling of her stomach.

She grabbed a piece of clothing at random, put it on, and rushed out the door: "Honey, I want roast chicken."

Wang Peng peeked out from the kitchen and saw her wearing his shirt, which looked like a skirt on her, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Mengjiao pouted, squatting on the stool eating roast chicken, completely disregarding her table manners.

Wang Peng gently placed a bowl of millet porridge in front of her.

"Jiaojiao, Mingzhu wants you to move into her house; she wants to get closer to you."

"Pfft..." Li Mengjiao spat out the chicken leg in her mouth and stared blankly at him. "Brother, you're not kidding me, are you?"

She's a multi-millionaire businesswoman who's seen it all, but she's never seen anything like this before.

Wang Peng gently stroked her hair and said softly, "She's very forgiving of both of us. We don't need to worry about things like that between men and women..."

He couldn't continue, not out of smugness, but out of guilt.

After a long silence, Li Mengjiao sighed softly, "How do you win a man's heart? I need to learn from her. Brother, am I not as good as her?"

"Hmm?" Wang Peng looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Hmph," she said with a laugh, "If you were my husband, I would never let another woman lay a finger on you."

"Wow, I'm in high demand now." Wang Peng was about to tease her further when his phone suddenly rang.

He answered the phone and held it to his ear, but less than half a minute later, he frowned.

Du Lei complained on the phone, "Brother, my dear brother, please come and put out this fire! Boss Du is furious!"

“Du Lisan?” Wang Peng frowned and asked, “What do you mean? What’s wrong with him?”