Wang Peng took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from Li Mengjiao's forehead, saying softly, "Why are you running so fast while you're pregnant?"

"Oh!" Li Mengjiao subconsciously touched her lower abdomen. "I was so excited to see you that I forgot I was pregnant."

Wang Peng chuckled: "You still have the same old problem; you can be careless sometimes."

The two chatted quietly, like a couple deeply in love, making everyone present feel a little awkward.

The next second, a blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man shouted, "Li, is this your lover?"

Li Mengjiao snapped out of her daze, introduced Wang Peng to him, and the two shook hands.

Wang Peng introduced Hu Yong: "Director Hu, this is Mr. Baker, the general manager of the British Elevator Factory."

He then introduced Hu Yong to Baker: "Mr. Baker, this is Mr. Hu Yong, the director of our Brilliant District."

Hu Yong smiled and hurriedly shook hands with Baker. Baker's five-person team was also surrounded by district leaders, who shook hands and greeted each other.

Soon, Baker's team was picked up by the district committee's motorcade and taken directly to Xinglan Hotel for a welcome dinner.

Wang Peng received a text message from Hu Yong, which read: "Xiao Chen, take General Manager Li home to rest first. I'll come to your house to find you at 2 PM tomorrow."

After reading the text message, Wang Peng smiled and put his phone in his pocket: "Mengjiao, where are you going? Back to the company or home first?"

"Of course I'll go home first," Li Mengjiao said. "I've missed you so much since we haven't seen each other for so long."

"I missed you too." Wang Peng kissed her hand, opened the car door and invited her in, then fastened her seatbelt.

He started the car and drove back to the Wenxin Garden residential area, where he helped Li Mengjiao upstairs.

Li Mengjiao lay comfortably on the bed and complained, "I'm so tired, I don't want to move at all."

"Then just lie down," Wang Peng said with a smile. "What do you want for dinner? I'll cook for you. By the way, don't the people at the company know you're coming?"

Li Mengjiao shook her head: "I already told Wang Xia that I will go to the company to handle work tomorrow morning."

She looked at Wang Peng with gentle eyes: "Mingzhu and Jiye are doing well over there. I get along very well with them, so don't worry."

"That's good." Wang Peng was finally relieved and said softly, "Mengjiao, Zhao Laixi died in a car accident. Wang Cheng is more terrifying than I imagined."

Li Mengjiao was stunned and sat up straight in bed: "What happened? Tell me."

"Take a rest first, I'll talk to you tomorrow morning," Wang Peng said.

"No, tell me now." Li Mengjiao held Wang Peng's hand, pouting and acting coquettishly.

Unable to dissuade her, Wang Peng took off his shoes, got into bed, and held her in his arms, recounting in detail the circumstances of Zhao Laixi's death.

After listening carefully, Li Mengjiao added, "Wang Cheng cheated on Zhao Laixi, and when Zhao Laixi found out, he hired Zhuang Hua to kill Wang Cheng."

"Wang Cheng struck first, arranging a traffic accident to kill Zhao Laixi. Then he planned to marry Zhao Laixi's wife?"

At this point, Li Mengjiao couldn't help but laugh out loud: "From beginning to end, Zhao Laixi was completely manipulated by Wang Cheng."

Wang Peng nodded. Sending his wife and children to England was the right thing to do; if Wang Cheng didn't follow martial ethics, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Li Mengjiao said softly, "Brother, right now he wants to get rid of you the most, so you need to strengthen your security."

Wang Peng shook his head: "The best defense is offense. I've already made arrangements around Wang Cheng."

Li Mengjiao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Brother, what's your plan? What are you attacking?"

Huihuang Supermarket, Store No. 5, President's Office.

Zhuang Hua stood in front of the desk, looking straight ahead, not at Wang Cheng's face.

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "Xiao Zhuang, sit down, don't be nervous."

"Yes!" Zhuang Hua slowly sat down in the chair, with only half of his buttocks touching the chair.

Looking at his broad shoulders and burly build, yet also his cautious demeanor, Wang Cheng couldn't help but want to laugh.

That day, Zhao Laixi hit Wang Cheng on the head with an ashtray, almost knocking him unconscious.

He didn't go to the hospital, but went straight home, applied gentian violet to his wound, and then received a call from Zhuang Hua.

Zhuang Hua told him on the phone that Zhao Laixin had given him 200,000 yuan and asked him to find a way to kill Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng was nearly scared to death, so he decided to take a risk and arranged for his trusted confidant to run over and kill Zhao Laixi.

"Xiao Zhuang, why did you betray Zhao Laixi? Why did you choose to side with me?" Wang Cheng asked with a smile.

“Zhao Laixi is incompetent; there’s no future in following him,” Zhuang Hua said in a deep voice.

"Oh? He's our chairman, why are you saying he didn't do his job?" Wang Peng stared at him with a half-smile.

Zhuang Hua said, word by word, "He can't even stand his own wife, what kind of ability does he have?"

"Hehe..." Wang Cheng chuckled softly, then laughed loudly. He couldn't stop laughing, and tears streamed down his face.

While laughing, he suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stared straight at Zhuang Hua: "Where is that savings account with 200,000 yuan?"

Zhuang Hua was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng sneered: "I won't believe anyone. If you want to follow me, fine, but first give me that 200,000 yuan savings account."

Zhuang Hua feigned ignorance, recalling Wang Peng's words: "If Wang Cheng asks you for the bankbook, give it to him. Remember, he's testing you by asking for the bankbook."

Thinking of this, Zhuang Hua took out his bankbook from his pocket and placed it on the table with both hands. He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Wang, the password is one two three four five six."

Wang Cheng opened his passbook and looked at the balance at the back.

He chuckled and tossed the passbook to Zhuang Hua: "From now on, this is your money. Take it."

Zhuang Hua was shocked, his eyes widening immediately. His shock wasn't because Wang Cheng didn't want the savings account, but because Wang Peng had told him before he came that Wang Cheng wouldn't want his savings book.

"If possible, I'd rather follow Wang Peng. Zhao Laixi and Wang Cheng are just clowns in front of Wang Peng," Zhuang Hua thought to himself.

Wang Cheng enjoyed his shocked expression and said with a smile, "Xiao Zhuang, you'll drive for me from now on, and I won't treat you badly."

"Thank you, boss!" Zhuang Hua hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply to Wang Cheng.

"Do a good job," Wang Cheng said. "Go to your office."

"Yes!" Zhuang Hua turned and left, returning to the small office next door. This place was originally a tea room, but Wang Cheng had converted it into an office.

He sat behind his desk, clutching his bankbook tightly, his large, fan-like hands beginning to tremble.

He was Wang Peng's mole planted beside Wang Cheng, responsible for monitoring Wang Cheng's every move and transmitting intelligence to Wang Peng at any time.

From informing Wang Cheng in advance to being taken in by Wang Cheng at this moment, it was all Wang Peng's doing that made him do it.

He is Wang Peng's man, he was before, he is now, and he will always be.

Because his only younger brother had already qualified to study in England, and this qualification was arranged for him by Wang Peng.

At 8 p.m., he got off work and went home, and immediately called Wang Peng quietly.