That night, Li Guifen tossed and turned, unable to sleep, fear gripping her heart.

In her view, Wang Cheng's willingness to hit his own father had crossed the line of what is acceptable for a son; if he dared to hit his father, he could hit his own mother.

She was afraid that one day she would also be beaten for some reason.

She finally drifted off to sleep around 3 a.m. She heard Wang Cheng calling her from the living room, but she ignored him and continued sleeping under the covers.

Wang Cheng called out twice, then stopped, went downstairs, drove to the Brilliant No. 5 store, and had breakfast at a nearby snack stall.

He noticed his boss looking at him and smiling from time to time, so he frowned and asked, "Boss, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." The breakfast stall owner hurriedly waved his hand and got up to fry dough sticks.

Wang Cheng was very puzzled. After finishing his breakfast and paying, he carried his briefcase back to the company.

As he entered the gate, he keenly noticed that the security guard's expression was also off; there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

"A happy day?" Wang Cheng stopped and looked at the security guard in front of him, who was about forty years old.

"No." The security guard hurriedly shook his head and said with a serious face, "Boss, you're here very early today."

“I come this early every day.” Wang Cheng sneered, gave him a meaningful look, and walked straight into the supermarket.

He returned to his office and waited until 8:30 a.m. before calling in HR manager Sun Yingkun via the internal phone.

Sun Yingkun, a short and stout man, jogged all the way to the president's office. "President Wang, you wanted to see me?"

Seeing him panting, Wang Cheng smiled slightly and asked, "What's the name of that security guard at the main gate?"

Sun Yingkun was taken aback for a moment, then said, "His name is Chen Dahao. Everyone in the shop calls him Lao Chen. He's a very kind person and works very hard."

"Fire him," Wang Cheng said. "Tell him to go to the finance department to settle his wages, and he's out of here today."

"Huh?" Sun Yingkun froze on the spot, somewhat dumbfounded.

"What? Is there a problem?" Wang Cheng sneered. "I don't have the right to fire him?"

“No,” Sun Yingkun hurriedly shook his head. “Boss, he’s a long-time employee, he’s been here for ten years, and he’s never been late or left early…”

"Alright. Do as I say." Wang Cheng waved his hand and picked up the newspaper from his desk.

He had a habit of reading the newspaper in the morning, and he would read the provincial capital's daily newspaper and economic newspaper every day. The newspapers were always prepared for him in advance by his secretary.

Sun Yingkun looked at him, mustered his courage, and asked, "Boss, what reason should we use to fire him?"

Bang! Wang Cheng slammed his hand on the table. "You expect me to teach you this little thing? What are you good for?"

"I'm sorry, boss, I understand." Seeing his ferocious expression, Sun Yingchun didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly turned and left the office.

He returned to the administration department, sat down and stood there for a long time, then sighed and called the security department via the internal phone.

A few minutes later, the security captain arrived with Chen Dahao. "Mr. Sun, what's the matter?"

"I'll have a quick chat with Lao Chen. You can go ahead and get back to work," Sun Yingkun sighed softly, dismissing the security captain.

Chen Dahao sensed something was wrong and his heart tightened. He quickly asked, "Mr. Sun, what's wrong?"

Sun Yingkun took a breath, gesturing for him to sit down, and asked in a low voice, "Wang Cheng wants to fire you, Old Chen, what exactly did you do to offend him?"

Chen Dahao was completely dumbfounded, his mouth slightly agape as he stared intently at Sun Yingkun, hoping he had misheard.

He has worked here for ten years and has never violated company rules. He has been working here since the day Store No. 5 was established.

He was always very respectful to Wang Cheng, so he couldn't believe he had been fired.

"Old Chen, say something!" Sun Yingkun said anxiously. "Wang Cheng didn't say why you were fired. Do you know why?"

Chen Dahao came to his senses, thought about it carefully for a long time, and shook his head: "I smiled at him just now, which probably angered him."

"What?" Sun Yingkun was a little confused. There's a saying that you can't hit a smiling face, so can smiling really get you fired?

"Mr. Sun, didn't you read today's Economic Daily?" Chen Dahao asked in a low voice.

Chen Dahao shook his head; he didn't have the habit of reading newspapers.

Sun Yingkun took out a newspaper from his pocket, opened it, and said, "Mr. Sun, take a look at this news."

Chen Dahao was stunned. The headline read: "Huihuang Supermarket President Wang Cheng Beats His Biological Father in the Street, Huihuang Supermarket's Future is Worrying."

The accompanying photos show the process of Wang Cheng throwing Wang Song.

Chen Dahao couldn't believe it was true either.

He knew that Wang Cheng's biological father was Wang Song, and that Wang Song was a shareholder of Brothers Supermarket.

The article details the events that began when Wang Song sued Wang Cheng in court, demanding alimony.

Wang Cheng lost the case and, in a fit of rage, threw Wang Song to the ground. He thought no one saw it, but little did he know that someone had taken a picture.

"Old Sun, now you can only blame your bad luck." Sun Yingkun put the newspaper in his pocket, opened the attendance book, and calculated his attendance.

Chen Dahao was somewhat unwilling and said in a low voice, "President Sun, can you point me in the right direction?"

Sun Yingkun didn't say anything. He organized his attendance records, wrote an attendance sheet, and signed his name.

He handed the attendance sheet to Chen Dahao, saying, "Old Chen, why don't you try your luck at Brother Supermarket?"

"Brothers Supermarket?" Chen Dahao was dumbfounded. Of course he wanted to work at Brothers Supermarket, but why would they want him?

Sun Yingkun patted him on the shoulder to send him away, then got up and went to the president's office to report to Wang Cheng.

He was about to knock on the door when he heard a loud crash, like the sound of porcelain breaking on the floor.

Then, there was another bang. This time he was sure that Wang Cheng was throwing a tantrum in the office and breaking things.

He dared not knock on the door again and tiptoed away. He had only taken two steps when he heard the sound of things being smashed again.

In the office, there were many porcelain pieces scattered on the floor, and a newspaper lying on the floor was a photo of him beating Wang Song.

"You bastard!" Wang Cheng's face contorted in rage as he stomped on the newspaper and on Wang Song's photograph.

A few minutes later, he suppressed his anger and took out his phone to call Wang Peng.

"Wang Peng, when did you take these photos? Did you give them to the newspaper?"

In the boss's office of Brothers Supermarket No. 1, Wang Peng lay on the bed with a slight smile.

"Wang Cheng, I gave you a chance yesterday, but you just wouldn't listen to reason. I have no choice but to teach you a lesson."

"Don't wash your dirty linen in public. What's the point of doing this?" Wang Cheng roared on the phone.

"Interesting." Wang Peng smiled slightly. "I know you're anxious, but I'm just going to make you anxious and frustrated. Wang Cheng, you used the same methods to spread rumors about me before, now I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine, what's the rush?"

The phone went quiet. Wang Peng crossed his legs and comfortably sipped his tea.

“Wang Cheng, if I were you, I wouldn’t have time to waste on other people. What I need to consider is how to minimize the impact.”

"At the same time, I also have to consider whether the board of directors will lose trust in me as president because of this, hehe..."

Wang Peng sneered and hung up the phone.