Wang Peng tiptoed out of the bedroom, gently closed the door, and then quietly opened the study door, finding his mother-in-law and son asleep.

He returned to the living room and whispered, "Mengjiao, are you done with work today?"

Li Mengjiao nodded and said in a low voice, "Brother, I have to go back after attending Lao Wang's wedding the day after tomorrow at noon."

Wang Peng was taken aback, knowing she was going back to England, so he tiptoed back to the bedroom, opened a drawer, and took out a painting.

"Honey, who's outside?" Li Mingzhu asked, opening her eyes.

“It’s Mengjiao. She’s leaving the day after tomorrow,” Wang Peng said. “I’ll let her take the painting you gave to Bu Hui.”

"It's not finished yet, let her in." Li Mingzhu yawned and slowly sat up from the bed.

Wang Peng quickly went to help her up, then went out to call Li Mengjiao.

Li Mengjiao entered the bedroom and, upon seeing the painting in Li Mingzhu's hand, couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister Ming, is this Bu Hui?!"

The painting depicts two people, Wang Peng holding his daughter Wang Buhui, except that Wang Peng is bald, as Li Mingzhu hasn't added hair to his head yet.

The background is a field of sunflowers, as sunflowers are Wang Buhui's favorite flower.

Li Mengjiao was touched and said with tears in her eyes, "Sister Mingzhu, thank you. I'm sure Bu Hui will like it."

“We’re all family, don’t stand on ceremony with me.” Li Mingzhu shook her head. “Let me finish this painting now.”

"No need," Wang Peng said, touching his buzz cut. "How about I shave my head too, to match your painting?"

"Haha..." Li Mingzhu and Li Mengjiao both laughed.

Wang Peng looked at himself in the mirror, imagining what he would look like without hair, and soon couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Honey, could you bring me my drawing board and pencils?" Li Mingzhu pointed to the bookshelf.

Wang Peng hurriedly went to get the drawing board and pencil case, and said softly, "Don't force yourself, if it's really not okay, then forget it."

Li Mengjiao also reassured her, "Sister Mingzhu, Bu Hui will recognize the person in the painting as her father at a glance, it's alright."

“No, the gift for Bu Hui must be perfect,” Li Mingzhu added, “at least perfect in my heart.”

Knowing her temperament, Wang Peng stopped trying to persuade her and helped her sit down at the desk.

Her face had looked tired, but the moment she picked up a pencil in front of the drawing board, her whole spirit changed.

"Brother Peng, go and get another ice." Li Mengjiao pointed to the enamel plate on the ground, where the ice was about to melt.

Wang Peng carried a basin of ice water mixture to the bathroom, poured out the water, and put two ice cubes in the freezer.

At that moment, the study door opened, and Duan Cuilu came out yawning.

She saw Wang Peng and said, "Get two ice cubes for the study too. I've turned off the air conditioner because I'm worried Jiye will catch a cold."

"Okay." Wang Peng hurriedly took the basin he was holding to the bedroom, then went to the bathroom to get a large bath tub, and put two blocks of ice in it.

Duan Cuilu held a folding fan in her hand and gently fanned her grandson. "Xiao Peng, who came just now?"

Wang Peng replied, "It's Mengjiao. She's going back to England the day after tomorrow afternoon. Mingzhu is painting a picture for her."

Duan Cuilu paused for a moment, then continued fanning her grandson.

She knew everything about the love triangle between Wang Peng, Li Mingzhu, and Li Mengjiao, and even the background.

After all these years, she didn't want to say anything.

Wang Peng sighed softly and said gently, "Mom, it was my fault. It's all my fault back then..."

Duan Cuilu waved her hand and said softly, "It's your own business, you can handle it yourselves."

Wang Peng smiled wryly, "Mom, don't worry, I will never mistreat Mingzhu."

The little one on the bed suddenly hummed twice, and the mother and daughter quickly stopped talking and both lay down on the bed to watch.

The little guy pouted and burst into tears.

"Oh dear, baby, don't cry." Wang Peng reached out to hug his son.

"Don't move, he might have peed." Duan Cuilu skillfully unwrapped the baby and saw a yellowish sound of footsteps.

She quickly changed the baby's diaper and took the soiled diaper to the bathroom.

"Baby." Li Mingzhu arrived and hurriedly hugged her son, lifting her clothes to feed him.

The crying stopped, and the house became quiet.

Li Mengjiao hurriedly turned off the small fan on the wall and said softly, "You can't use a fan during postpartum confinement."

Li Mingzhu nodded, and after the child had finished eating, she smiled and said, "Baby, don't cry. Let Daddy hold you, and Mommy will draw a picture for your sister."

She carefully handed the child to Wang Peng.

"Let me take care of it." Li Mengjiao reached out and hugged the child.

The little one opened his eyes, looked at her, and then closed them again, neither crying nor making a fuss.

"Oh, the baby isn't shy with strangers?" Li Mengjiao exclaimed with delight, her eyes filled with a hint of relief.

“No,” Li Mingzhu said. “Right now, he only lets my husband, my mother, and me hold him. He cries nonstop if anyone else holds him.”

“This child is close to you.” Duan Cuilu came in carrying dry diapers and said, “Mengjiao, why don’t you stay a few more days?”

Li Mengjiao shook her head and said with a smile, "There's too much to do at the company, I'd like to stay a few more days."

"Sigh," Duan Cuilu said softly, "You run such a big business and still have to take care of your child yourself. It must be really hard for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Mengjiao's eyes reddened, and she revealed a smile that was even more painful than crying.

Wang Peng also felt a pang of heartache and a deep sense of guilt. Over the years, Meng Jiao's life had indeed been difficult.

She wasn't short of money; Wang Peng had sent her money many times, and she had sent it all back.

Wang Peng really didn't know how to compensate a woman who wasn't short of money, nor did he have any way to do so.

"Mom, stop talking." Li Mingzhu held Li Mengjiao's hand and said softly, "Mengjiao, have you ever considered bringing James Bond to China?"

Li Mengjiao was taken aback and quickly shook her head: "James Bond's main business is in Europe, Mingzhu, that's not realistic."

"Mengjiao, give me the child." Wang Peng took the child from her arms. "You and Mingzhu go to the bedroom and have a chat."

Li Mingzhu immediately took her hand, and the two sisters went to the master bedroom together, chatting as they finished the painting.

The little guy was very well-behaved in Wang Peng's arms and fell asleep in less than ten minutes. Wang Peng carefully put him on the bed.

"Mom, Lao Wang is getting married the day after tomorrow, are you going?" Wang Peng asked.

Duan Cuilu waved her hand and said, "Let your father go. I'll stay home and take care of my grandson and Mingzhu."

That night, she slept in the master bedroom with her grandson and daughter, Wang Peng slept in the study, and her father-in-law Li Kefan slept in the adjacent bedroom.

Two days later, Wang Peng drove to the Xinglan Hotel, where Wang Song's wedding was to be held in the banquet hall on the first floor.

Around 10 a.m., guests began to arrive, and he stood at the door to greet them.

At that moment, a van stopped in front of the hotel, and Li Guifen got out of the van.

She wore a dark blue silk dress and low-heeled cloth shoes, and had light makeup on, looking refined and dignified.

Wang Peng stepped forward to stop her. "This is my father's wedding venue. Did he send you here?"