Wang Peng said, "Mingzhu went to the school to inform him, but I don't know how it went?"
This banquet was ostensibly a victory celebration, but in reality, it was a trap; he wanted to give Zhou Shun a warning.
Li Keyong said, "Zhou Shun must know that Mingzhu has successfully joined the association, and he must know that the banquet is no joke. Will he come?"
Wang Peng shook his head. "I don't know either, but I hope he comes."
This banquet was not only a victory celebration and a trap, but also an apology banquet prepared for Zhou Shun.
If Zhou Shun apologizes to Li Mingzhu, and if the school promotes Li Mingzhu's Qi Baishi Cup, he will consider giving Zhou Shun a minor punishment as a warning.
Otherwise, send Zhou Shun to work on a sewing machine, or at least remove him from his position as principal.
Li Keyong looked at Ji Miaomiao and said, "Miaomiao, why are you always peeking at me? If you need anything, just say so."
"Who was peeking at you? It was clearly you who was peeking at me!" Ji Miaomiao sneered. "How would you know I was peeking at you if you weren't looking at me?"
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood." Li Keyong didn't expect her to have such a temper and didn't want to argue with her anymore.
Wang Peng chuckled, "Uncle, she was widowed like Wu Zetian, having lost Li Zhi."
"Huh? Haha!" Li Keyong laughed out loud, but seeing Ji Miaomiao's face turn red, he quickly suppressed his laughter.
"You jerk, you're the one who's lost your mind!" Ji Miaomiao said angrily, hands on her hips, as she sat down on the sofa.
"I was just kidding, don't be angry." Wang Peng gestured for Li Keyong to sit down, and the two of them chatted on the sofa.
On the opposite wall was a large mirror. With her back to them, Ji Miaomiao secretly peeked at Li Keyong through the mirror.
Wang Peng and Li Mingzhu were prominent figures at school. She knew that their uncle was a traffic policeman, a legitimate police officer.
Li Keyong's height and looks are no less than Wang Peng's, especially his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, which give people a sense of righteousness.
He exudes maturity and composure, sitting on the sofa like a bell.
“But he’s ten years older than me! An old cow eating young grass, how shameless!” Ji Miaomiao cursed Li Keyong inwardly.
Li Keyong is a traffic policeman with rich experience in law enforcement. He had long noticed that Ji Miaomiao was peeping at him, but he was too lazy to pay attention to her.
"Is this girl out of her mind?" Li Keyong thought to himself.
Just then, Du Lei and Dong Shishi arrived.
"Hello, Uncle." Du Lei walked to the sofa and greeted him respectfully.
"Lei Zi, you're getting more and more energetic." Li Ke handed him a stool and asked him to sit down and talk.
"Hello, Uncle. I feel you're getting younger and younger," Dong Shishi said with a smile.
"You're so sweet-talking," Li Keyong said. "Shishi, go and chat with Ji for a bit."
Dong Shishi went to find Ji Miaomiao, and the two sisters chatted together.
...
Huihuang Supermarket, Chairman's Office.
Zhou Shun stood behind Hu Qing, gently massaging her shoulders while leering at her small feet.
Hu Qing closed her eyes, enjoying his service. "I heard that Li Mingzhu has joined the Painters Association?"
"Hmph, she's lucky this time," Zhou Shun said. "Former Chairman Sun put in a good word for her, so my cousin had to give him face."
"Old Zhou, did my ten thousand yuan go down the drain?" Hu Qing said softly.
"No." Zhou Shun hurriedly pulled out a wad of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket.
Hu Qing gave her money to stop Li Mingzhu from joining the Artists Association.
You can't accept money if you can't get things done; that's the rule. If you accept gifts but don't do anything, no one will ask you for favors in the future.
"Take it, this is a reward for your hard work. Even if you didn't do anything special, you still put in the effort." Hu Qing put her right foot on the desk.
She wanted to leave evidence that Zhou Shun had accepted money, so she could use it as funds to buy Wang Peng's "son" in the future.
She beckoned with her toes, "Make sure my feet are comfortable. Xinglan Hotel, fifth floor, 7 pm, come with me to the banquet."
Zhou Shun was immediately filled with passion and hurriedly knelt down to kiss her feet, like a lapdog.
Hu Qing smiled slightly; what she was most proud of was her small feet.
Huang Ran married her because he fell in love with her feet. Wang Cheng and Zhou Shun were seduced by her feet, and even Wang Peng was...
"Wang Peng, you're still pretending to be a gentleman. Every time we meet, you sneak peeks at my feet. Do you think I don't know?"
Just then, someone knocked on the door twice, and Zhou Shun hurriedly got up from the ground.
The door opened, and Wang Cheng frowned when he saw Zhou Shun looking flustered.
"Knock on the door and ask for permission before entering. This is a basic courtesy. Don't you understand?" Hu Qing said softly.
Wang Cheng blushed immediately and said hastily, "I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."
He walked to the desk and saw saliva on Hu Qing's big toe, and he was instantly furious.
At this moment, he was certain that Hu Qing had cheated on him, and the crucial point was that this woman was pregnant.
He suppressed his anger and said softly with a smile, "Xiao Qing, don't put your legs on the table. It's not good for the baby."
Zhou Shun said, "Mr. Huang, thank you for taking in our school's interns. I'll take my leave now, and I'll treat you to drinks another day."
Hu Qing nodded. "Tonight at 7:30, on the fifth floor of Xinglan Hotel, we're going to attend our competitor's celebration banquet."
"Okay, see you there." Zhou Shun shook hands with Wang Cheng. "Mr. Wang, let's have a couple of drinks another day."
"Okay, I'll treat you another day." Wang Cheng smiled as he saw Zhou Shun out.
He locked the office door, walked over to Hu Qing, and asked, "Qing, which competitor are you talking about?"
Hu Qing said, "Li Mingzhu joined the provincial capital's Artists Association, and Wang Peng is holding a banquet to celebrate. He just called to invite me to the banquet."
“You can’t go. Wang Peng has ulterior motives,” Wang Cheng said urgently. “You’re pregnant. You can’t be exposed to secondhand smoke, and you definitely can’t drink alcohol.”
Hu Qing stood up and slapped him across the face. "Are you trying to teach me how to do things? Don't you know your place?"
Wang Cheng was so badly beaten that he saw stars and stood there dumbfounded, covering his face.
"Remember this, you are my kept man, not my husband. Be mindful of your status."
She patted Wang Cheng on the shoulder, "Do you know what 'male concubine' means? Go back and read the Book of Tang, the Annals of Empress Wu Zetian."
Hu Qing smiled slightly, picked up her bag, and left the office.
Humiliation, anger, disgust—Wang Cheng felt a mix of emotions and clenched his fists tightly.
After a long while, he felt like a failure, completely outmatched by Wang Peng in every way.
He can't compete with Wang Peng in career, and he can't compete with Wang Peng in womanizing.
Li Mingzhu and Li Mengjiao are both stunning beauties; one is the president of James Bond, and the other is a renowned painter.
Two proud and self-reliant women are actually sharing one man. What is so good about Wang Peng?
As for me, Wang Cheng, I can't even handle a widow. I was cuckolded by her and even got slapped by her.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He hurriedly left Huihuang Supermarket and drove back to Wenxin Community.
"Xiao Cheng? Why are you back so early today?" Li Guifen said with a smile.
"Mom, Dad, you should go and do something about my older brother."
Wang Cheng cried and said, "He knew Xiao Qing was pregnant, but he still forced her to drink at the supermarket party. He wanted to ruin the child."
"You beast, how dare you harm my eldest grandson?" Li Guifen jumped up and down in anger. "Where are they drinking?"
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